The Durmstrang Ship

[The Durmstrang Ship is able to go underwater if it needs to avoid being seen by Muggle ships or for any other reason. However for most of the trip it will not be underwater]

After the announcement, Headmaster Zukauskas left to the ship and awaited the students. The ship had now been magically enchanted to move by itself, which was far better than having the students do it. Antanas had not been to Hogwarts for a long time. It had been perhaps twenty years ago when he had last visited. It was a better castle than Durmstrang, he had to admit, but the students of Durmstrang were far more well-behaved and more sophisticated. They would win the cup this time, he knew that for sure. Or hoped for that anyways. He had known about this tournament for a year, and had extensively prepared the seventh years for it.

The ship was very large and had a lot of space for the 10 students who would be on it. The only problem that Antanas had was the wait. He would have liked to just apparate there, but the rivalry of the school meant that this was not possible. The ship would impress the fools more. Unfortunately, traveling on the ship also meant that they would not be at Hogwarts for three days, three long and boring days with only seventeen year old teenagers for company.

Kellan Walked up to the ship with a mistivemis look on his face. he was about to board this with ten of his fellow class mates and the headmaster for three days on a trip to Hogwarts where they were to be holding the Triwizard tournament. he was hoping to be one of the champion. in fact in his arrogant ways he was sure he would be the Durmstrang champion. though he would end up killing the competition.

Prison Walked up into the skip and looked around. He didnt talk because he was nervous as hell. He had never been to a different school before and he was told there were to be ALOT of girls there.He always got really nervous around girls so he didnt know what to expect when he was around them. He also usually didnt talk to girls or see girls for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Emil slowly boarded the ship. The mere size of it humbled him, however, it could not humble his want to be in the Triwizard Tournament. His feeling that yes, he might be chosen. He hoped he was, for it would make him a shoe-in for professional Quidditch, his lifelong dream. If he were to win, he'd be asked by so many professional clubs and teams that his head would be swimming. Who would he choose? Would he have to choose at all? He didn't care right now, as that would ruin his concentration. He really wanted to be a champ, to impress his parents as well who were constantly disappointed in their only child.

He saw two of his classmates already on board. He waved to them, smiling. "How's it going, guys?" He had his things loaded in his old burlap sack, which he tied to a large stick like a bindle. He realized that this was it; he was finally old enough to participate, and it was being held at Hogwarts, where it was hosted when Harry Potter himself was in it. He realized that he could end up dying if he were chosen for the Triwizard, but that was a risk he was willing to take. Besides, his flying skills and his determination alone were an unbeatable match up.

Alex had heard the announcement, the ship was leaving in fifteen minutes and he didn't want to be late, or he would have to face the wrath of his headmaster. Alexander was one of the headmasters prize students, the ones he expected to become triwizard champion, but that wouldn't mean he would stop the ship from leaving in time just for him. After finishing packing, he went three stories down and out of the castle. The idea of going to a foreign country amused him, he wanted to see Hogwarts, the castle and the people, but he knew how the English were and he definitely did not want to stay there for a year. His mother had once told him, 'English are silly, with no self control,' and she had been right, from what Alex had seen himself.

Yet, he had never really been out of the east. Born in Russia, he had been to Finland and Sweden, but that was about it. He wasn't the most adventurous guy, but seeing new sights and new people interested him. The most important reason he was going though was the Triwizard Championship. He wanted to prove several people wrong. People who doubted him, that he was good enough to get into the Triwizard and win the tournament. Alex had an incredibly large ego, and expected himself to become triwizard champion. He expected that he would be more magically skilled than any of the Hogwarts students. As well as the french visitors. That was just how he thought.

And if he didn't make it, F*** it. There would always be some french girls there.

It wasn't quite snowing outside yet, but there was a definate chill here, despite the sun. So all the durmstrang students were going in their uniforms, a robe with a fur vest and a scarf on top of it. As he arrived at the ship, Alex realized that he was quite glad they were going on it. It was massive and there would be plenty of space to avoid the headmaster and drink some firewhisky and smoke a bit too.

Boarding the ship, Alexander saw his headmaster on deck, and saluted him and said "Good Afternoon headmaster," before turning and finding a nice seat to sit on.

(im gonna post as prison)

Prison looked around then sat down somewhere where he could be alone. He didnt know what he was going to do about hogwarts when there are alot of girls there. It wasnt like him to think of this but it was wierd that he had to be around girls and guys both more than ever when they went to hogwarts. Prison had no clue what he was to do. There were many things he could do about it

Durmstrang was full of boys, Veronika had noticed that a long time ago, when she had first came at the castle. But her class seemed to be nearly completely filled with males. It probably had something to do with the culture, in rural Finland, girls weren't expected to work, not all of them at least. They were expected to be good housewives, so they were kept at home. Nika wasn't much different, it wasn't like she had gone to Durmstrang to get a good education, she had went there to make friends and impress her parents. That was about it. After all, how would Durmstrang help her be a singer anyways? Now don't get her wrong, Veronika liked boys a lot, and was experienced in dating, but it was just hard to keep one of them as friends only. It always ended up becoming something else, and then their relationship just became awkward. Another problem she had was that she was very selective about her friends, they had to be rich and decent, not those middle-class druggies and jockies.

Veronika left the castle on time, wearing the school uniform as the headmaster had requested, as well as a lot of perfume. It would be a loooong trip. Two days to get to this Hogwarts place, and then a whole nine months there. Nika had been there before, England, and had been a little appalled by the cultural differences. It would be hard to adjust and get along with the people there. As for the Triwizard, she would like to win it, mainly because of the winnings and the fame, but wasn't that why everyone was entering? She didn't give a damn about winning the tournament for Durmstrang, it was for herself. But if she didn't get in, it would be a disapointment, but she would still have some fun there, seeing new sights, meeting new people - that kind of stuff appealed to her, at least a little bit. Nothing really ever made her enthusiastic, and neither did this. Perhaps she would be more happy if they were going on a fancy first class plane or something and not the massive ship which was currently anchored at the coast, right infront of her. It looked massive, but it also looked dirty, though she sincerely hoped it wasn't, she couldn't stand not being clean. It was one of her long time quirks, constant handwashing, showers, and using sanitizers. She was just a total clean-freak.

As she boarded the ship, Nika was a little impressed by it. It was cleaner than she expected, with nice little chairs all around the top of the ship. She noticed the headmaster and politely bowed and said "Good Afternoon" to him, before walking around the ship to complete her inspection. She quickly noticed that her assumption was correct - the ship was all full of boys and she was the only girl onboard so far.

Mikhail walked onto the ship and bowed to the Headmaster. "Sir," he said politely, before continuing onto the deck. It was amazing how it'd been built, almost every plank having been imbued with magic before being made into a ship. It'd not been used in his time at the school, so this was a first for him, and he was very muchly looking forward to the trip.

For the whole year they'd been training for this, advanced magic classes, higher expectations, only a handful could go, so they'd made sure it was the best handful they could manage, he only hoped he'd be the one chosen, so he could bring glory to his family. Throughout all of the tournaments there was usually a death, which was no good, but hopefully it happened to no one this time, and the patterns were there, in task content.

Nodding at one of the other students he walked over to Alexander and nodded. "Hello Alex," he said, nodding to him

Alex had already made himself comfy by now, sitting on one of the deck chairs with his bag open next to him. He dug into the bag and took out a joint and a lighted it. Yeah, quite stupid to do it here but he really couldn't exist, it was jsut a very bad addiction. As well as the marijuana, he also had some whiskey with him as well. The essentials. He doubted you could get them at Hogwarts because, knowing their culture they were very serious about alcohol and not so serious about the things that actually mattered.

He was just taking a book out as well when suddenly Veronika walked right past him. She was in his year, but not in most of Alexander's classes and so he didn't know her too well, but he had noticed how good looking she was a long time ago. She was also polite, and one of the bests students in the class, a girl his parents would approve of, not that he cared what they cared about. He turned around in the chair and looked at her. "Hey Nika," he said, flashing her a smile.

At that moment though, his best friend Mikhail appeared. Alex and Mikhail shared many similarities, but it was still a surprise they were friends, considering they were both irritable and short tempered. But, they shared the same opinions, which made Alex like him a little more than the rest of his class. "Hey Mik," he said, calling him by his preferred nickname. "Want some?" he added, gesturing to the joint.

Veronika has settled into a chair on the side opposite of the deck to where the headmaster was. This kept her away from the sun, which suited her well. She didn't want a sunburn or anything. Now the only problem was what to do to kill time during the whole trip to Hogwarts. Veronika didn't have too many hobbies, she didn't read much, she didn't draw, paint, play board games or play any sport. She could sing well, but she didn't really want to attract too much attention to herself now. At Durmstrang, she also couldn't text with her mobile phone, as the magic blocked all electronic devices from working. She hadn't even seen any boys on the cruise worth going for. So, with a sigh, she took out one of the books she had brought with her but was hoping she wouldn't have to read. It was a book about Hogwarts, its history and everything, as well as the Triwizard tournament. Recreational reading wasn't something she did often, but it was better than doing nothing.

When she heard her name spoken, her nickname in fact, Nika looked up from her book, hoping to see one of her friends. Instead she found herself looking at a boy she had passed earlier. He was in her year but in none of her classes, so she didn't know him to well. At first Nika thought he looked quite attractive, before she noticed his untidy all over the place hair, and his less than expensive mediocre robes. Moving down, her eyes could see he was also holding a cigarette. She quickly made her assumption: Middle class, drug addicted drunk boy with a large self ego. He had even called her by her nickname, a sign that meant he was being over-friendly, she only permitted her friends to call her that. "Not interested," she replied shortly in a bored tone, looking back at her book.