by Guest Tue 10 Aug 2010, 22:36
Dimitri's pace was slow. Normally, he was quicker, with an energetic bounce to his step, but these were not normal times for him. Instead, his walk became more of a lazy stroll, giving him time to take in all of the sights, sounds and even smells of the Hogwarts grounds. He could already tell he was going to have trouble adapting to the place, with different policies, different people, and worst of all, a different climate. He found it hard to believe anyone could constantly wear robes in this heat. But remember, Dimitri, he chided himself, the people here are used to this weather.
For a moment, he felt such a pang of homesickness for Durmstrang, for the fields of snow, for the dark and brooding sky, that he could barely even concentrate on his surroundings. It was in this melencholy daze that he stumbled upon his fellow students. A few paces short of the two, he became aware of their presence, and held back. How would they react to him?
"Good morning," he said softly. "I am Dimitri Krum."