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Walter Hackl [ Drakonya Krov ]
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burning up and out [prof. fisker]
« on: June 06, 2019, 02:15:36 AM »
There were a lot of factors he’d considered before he showed up. Most importantly, that the school was going, undeniably, to pieces. Never mind that Durmstrang was always dangerous— they kept dragons on the grounds and taught Dark Magic, didn’t they?— but these last few months had been, put succinctly, the worst. Even if you set aside Sweden— which Walter didn’t— they’d already had whatever freaky thing had been out by the docks last month, and now the school had imploded.

(He’d have been fine with the school imploding if it hadn’t hurt anybody, but some upperclassman had lost his eye?? Walter didn’t want to wait around for Drakonya Krov to cave in or something.)

The other factors were, in no particular order, that he hated Sweden, he felt like he was going to fail all his classes, he hated the Swedish siren village, he didn’t like having Klyk Vampiras in his dorm, and he hated Swedish weather. And that learning a language in a year would be difficult even for semi-competent students, let alone him, but he should have had less issue with the language than, say, the Mahoutokoro transfers or the Russians, and didn’t want to be told so again— he’d heard it just about every time he complained.

Dropping out was a hypothetical he’d turned round his head often— about every day since his first day at Durmstrang. Generally he could talk himself out of it because homeschool would be just as miserable and no way was he learning French and he’d checked and Koldovstoretz didn’t take Durmstrang transfers. But, now, well, at least he knew that his house wasn’t going to flood and put his eye out.

It was one thing, though, to hypothetically decide that you wanted to get the hell out of your school; it was another thing to ask about it. He’d made it to the right hallway— that was step one— but hadn’t yet gotten the courage to go within eyeshot of Fisker, and was just lurking at the end with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He wished, with miserable suddenness, that he’d talked to Ava or somebody and gotten some encouragement, but he dismissed the thought; Ava wouldn’t want him to drop out, and he didn’t want to be told this was a stupid idea.

Not yet, anyway. That was what Fisker was there for. The thought was almost enough to convince him to just turn around and go back to his dorm— and what if this got back to Yeshevsky?— but Walter, before he lost what nerve he had, set his shoulders and beelined across the hall. Step two: go in.

And step three: “Hi. Can I talk to you about something?” Arguably the most excruciating step; now he’d gotten things in motion Walter sort of wanted to run away, which annoyed him (why was he such a little worm??) and which Fisker would probably not think too highly of. He balled his fists in his pockets and willed himself to meet Fisker’s eyes, just so he looked like he had any spine at all— “It’s kind of academic,” he added, in case that helped.

@Erik Fisker
« Last Edit: June 06, 2019, 02:15:48 AM by Nan »

don't let the bastards cheer you up


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