Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students arrive

The eyesore floating on the lake was really beginning to rub Elijah the wrong way. He watched and waited for the students, the familiar faces, to descend off of the ship and begin to socialise. He saw no use in dwelling on the whole procedure but he couldn’t help but glare at the ship, the ship his father had once boarded and used as a transport to the same school. Elijah’s glares, had they been anything else, probably would have sank the vessel given the chance. He hated Durmstrang. He hadn’t known it when he had been attending or when he had run away to Paris for the year to avoid everyone. He’d thought he was getting away from his mother but he remembered how much he hated the school and everything it stood for.

Elijah looked down at Chase and smirked a little. “Sweetheart, if you went away with those prissy little gnomes then I’d miss you. Plus you’d never fit in, your hair would stand out and your personality would overshadow everyone. Plus you’d have my signature attached to a painting of you – think of the jealousy!” He said dramatically, moving behind her so he could wind his arms around her waist. “Yes they are real and oddly, they look like porcelain to me although much less delicate and more unoriginal. I know why I want to paint you instead of them.” He chuckled and pulled some of her hair back. “Every little cell is perfection where they are concerned. Every little cell on you is the same but in my eyes only perhaps. The artist sees things the boyfriend or the other males do not. He sees lives and breathes perfection and you are it. Flawless. Their perfection has flaws where as yours does not for one simple reason – your flaws are what make you perfect, Fen. Flaws make you flawless.” Elijah kissed Chase on the temple and smiled. “It’ll be interesting to see how badly the French muck up their English and the Durmstrang students also.”

Adam had followed his fellow students out of the carriage but had stayed to the sidelines. He was scoping the crowed, he wanted to start a conversation with Peter and then invite someone. He wanted to meet new people, but he also wanted to scope the women of Britain. He scanned and scanned, looking for Peter. But he did not find him, so he entered the dangers of a crowed of students. Looking for anyone to talk to. "Dameet Peter." he cursed under his breath. "Where is he when you need to find him'' he thought to himself.

He could hear people yelling, and wondered if some people already knew eachother. He probably looked like an idiot just standing around. Then he spotted Peter babbling to some Durmstrang students about the ship. He grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "You're coming with me Meester." he said. He dragged him out from the crowed, "We need to start a conversation about Queeditch." he said.

"Oui!" Lana responded as she joined Annalise, "It looks so cool! Imagine the intricacy it would take to determine the color. I wonder-" Suddenly, Annalise quickly bumped into someone with Red hair, nearly knocking her over. Lana's initial reaction was to jump in and help her friend up, but both parties seemed fine. The Red-haired Girl seemed like a cheerful sort of person, and clearly she was the one responsible for the Fireworks. After all, her wand was glowing and when she was distracted, the fireworks had dimmed out.

"Hi Jack, I'm Lana Di Angelo," said Lana in her fairly American accent. She truly did go to America most often, as it always had something new and cool going on. "I really like your fireworks. How did you do the entire color alteration as the spell spun into mid-air? I mean, a simple, upfront approach would seem sufficient, but I was wondering if you had found any-" Lana quickly realized that Jack was indeed a very popular young woman, as a Durmstrang student pushed through towards her.

Chase reached up and touched Eli on the hand. She could see the tension in his face, and she hated seeing him so unhappy. Chase blushed when he started to compliment her. It was a bit unlike Elijah, but she liked it a lot more then she'd admit. When he put his arms around her waist, she smiled and leaned back slightly against him. Feeling very comfortable there, and feeling like all of her sudden fears about him wanting one of those Beauxbatons girls. She blushed again when he moved her hair out of her face. He wanted something, and she could tell, but she wasn't about to deny him anything at the moment.

Chase stared at the french students, and then sighed slightly. She could feel herself glowing with happiness when he called her Fen. For some reason it pulled at her heartstrings, and she smiled putting her hands over his on her waist. She smiled and looked harder at the french students. "I think it will be funny to hear their accents... is that Jack talking to them?" She asked looking up at the sky to see the fireworks above them. "Odd to think of Jack getting along with a crowd like this.." She said slowly. Elijah knew exactly what to say to calm her fears, and she felt so comfortable in his arms she could have fallen asleep right there, but she kept her eyes open, staring at the foreign students who were still conversing around the group.

Peter was now staring in awe at the fireworks, but he leaned over to Mathias and started whispering, "Did you see ze sheep? Eet was like a real pirate sheep, I cannot belie-" He let out a strangled yell as someone grabbed him and began to drag him off. He heard Adam's voice and immediately chippered up. He yelled after the people he had just left, "I'll see you later!"

H turned and fell into stride with Adam, who was one of his better friends and was on the same mindset as him. He grinned and brushed his hair back. "Sounds fine to me, friend." He grinned widely. "Did you see the sheep, Adam?" he hissed happily. His eye was caught by some people sitting in the grass, a redheaded girl and a boy. "Come, let us speak with zem!" He hurried off towards them and stopped in front of them, grinning widely. "Hello! Bonjour, bonjour!" He knew French could be charming.

As the other students began to go to the ground, Alex stood and looked at the castle critically. It was taller than Durmstrang, and perhaps larger too. It had larger grounds, a lake and was generally better looking. But he wouldn't ever admit that. Instead, he looked at the castle, and the mob standing there to greet them with disgust. He disliked everything about these people, and wouldn't have ever came to this country if it wasn't for the tournament. If he wasn't made the champion, then well, it would be a very long year. His friend, Mikhail said that he would start to like it eventually, perhaps more than Durmstrang, but that would never, ever be possible.

A moment later, Alex was walking with the rest of them, towards the unruly mob standing a few yards away from them. Some of his fellow classmates seemed to know a few Hogwarts students, which Alex just took with disgust. He followed the headmasters orders and acted disciplined. Once the headmaster stopped, so did he, and surveyed the rest of them with a contemptuous look. Apparently, even their headmaster had not shown up yet. Alexander also noticed a few other things. One, it was not nearly as cold here as it was at Durmstrang. The school uniform of Durmstrang was a fur heat, and a fur cloak over thick blood-red robes, and Alex began to feel a little too warm in them.

Zhanna saw people greeting each other as though they were old friends and she raised a dainty eyebrow in slight disapproval. She was not sure it was normal for everyone to be so cordial, and she was a bit wary by the unfamiliar faces. She looked around, her sharp eyes taking in everything. She was not sure how she felt about this place yet.

She saw a fellow student, Alexander, and she felt herself turn towards him and begin to stride towards him, her hands at her sides, in an open way that did not portray the closed off demeanor she really held. She knew how to look a certain way, to look in control of everything in her life, and she often played upon this.

She fell into stride with Alexander, her shoulder brushing his arm softly. "Hello, Alex," she said in a smooth, quiet voice. Her sharp eyes turned to look up at him and she blinked, a smile flickering onto her face faster than the blink. She turned to look forward again, an intense, professional look on her elegant, pointed face, giving her the impression of dangerous beauty.

Antanas watched as the Durmstrang students and the Hogwarts students start conversing. They looked to be getting along quite well, which was good. As long as they didn't get too friendly with each other. They were, after all, their rivals and they would soon be competing with them. It was always harder for the visiting schools, they had less support and the hosts would usually cheat. Like last tournament for example.

Turning, Headmaster Zukauskas looked at the Beauxbatons crowd again, and quickly noticed their headmistress. As the Hogwarts headmaster hadn't arrived yet, he walked towards her. "Bonjour Madame Benoit," he said, knowing her name, even though he had not previously met her. "It seems that our host is late," he added, speaking in English now. His English was quite good, although he still had a very Russian accent.

Adam barely had time to catch up with Peter before he was zooming towards a boy and a girl. "Peter, wait for me!" he called as he finally caught up to him. "Always soo energetic." he said to the people not looking at them. He turned his head to face them and was amazed at the site before him. In front of him was the most amazing girl he had ever seen. He barely knew her but was in love...so to speak. "Uh, bonjour....." he said. He couldn't think of anything more to say. He was looking at Peter...he knew he looked like an idiot now. "Aide… je gelant ici!" he said to Peter in french. He leaned into whisper in his ear, "Eef you know what I'm talkeeng about"

He was freezing indeed, which normally happened around girls he really though were pretty. "What do I do?" he whispered again to Peter. He could always count on Peter when he was in a tight spot. He always needed a kickstart. He needed a hell of a kickstart right now. He was worried, and it now dawned on him that she might be taken. Was this boy with her a friend...or a boyfriend. He had a load of mixed emotions going on in his head right now.

Peter was grinning widely at the people before him, obliviously unaware of the melt down next to him until he realized Adam was hissing French in his ear. He turned to see his friend giving him a look like he was in pain. He gave Adam a frightened and concerned look and pulled him away slightly.

"Qu'est-ce qui vous continue?" At his words he gave his friend an incredulous look and burst into laughter. He clapped his friend on the back. "Déjà qui languit d'amour ? Et vous avez ri de moi pour être excités par un navire pirate! Homme bête!" He laughed again and then said in English, "Just follow my lead."

He turned back to the couple. "Hello! I'm Peter and zis iz my charming, fun-loving friend Adam." He smirked at his friend, being obvious to tease him a little. "You have a lovely school, I must say! May we join you?" He began to sit, reaching up and grabbing his friend's forearm, dragging him down.