Frostbitten Pride

The harsh coldness and weather of the Russian winter was a welcoming sight for Magnus that he welcome with open arms. It felt good for him to be back in the place that felt more like home to him than honestly any other place ever. Durmstrang was basically the only place Magnus ever considered home as it was the one place where his mother wasn’t. After having to deal with that woman for twelve years of his life and finding out she lied to him about many things made him realize just how much he hates her. As far as he was concerned he had no mother as she was dead to him.

Granted he still had to see her this summer but it wouldn’t be for noting. His mind had been in a calculating state since he learnt about what he actually was and he planned to confront her about it all. The reason for her lies, the reason he wears contacts to hide his eye color all of it would come to light rather she wanted it to or not and if he had to burn things to get the information out then so be it. Magnus looked at himself in the mirror, his red eyes staring back at him. He thought about just not wearing the contacts as he didn’t care what others said about him but he knew now wasn’t the time for that so reluctantly he put his light blue contacts back in his eyes blinking for a second as he stared at himself in the mirror.

He had a long day ahead of him so he suppose it was time to get breakfast as he had to eat something to get him through the day. As he left his dorm and made his way through the halls of Durmstrang he felt all the eyes lock onto him as well as their judgment stares and whispers. Magnus knew after that hockey match that people would obviously talk about him good and bad things of course, he already had a few people talk about how they enjoyed his aggressive style and how he managed to knock out Arno, while others hated him for that and honestly he couldn’t one fuck for what they thought.

But it wasn’t just about the way he played that match it was also about the outcome as his team had only gotten bronze. It wasn’t a complete loss but wasn’t exactly a win either but who was he to complain as long as he ended up on the podium and managed to inflict damage to someone he had a good time. Which he did do but in the process he got knocked out as well by that stupid Hogwarts girl. Just thinking about her pissed him off as it wasn’t a very pleasant feeling he must admit.

Though that was just the icing on the cake, the cherry on top of a cake that already couldn’t get worse for Magnus was somehow someone found out about his duel with Arno where he was in the words of his peers “humbled” or “put in his place” was another attack on his ego and pride, one that he honestly would not forget no matter how much he wish he could. He honestly didn’t know who would have blabbed about that stupid duel but the damage was already done so all he could do was remain his usual self in an attempt to get some standing he may have had back.

The stares were starting to get on his nerves, he quickly stopped in his tracks giving them a death threaten glare before continuing his way to the breakfast hall.

Once he entered the breakfast hall he quickly got himself a plate before getting in line to get his breakfast. Due to him already doing his daily morning workout Magnus felt he should eat a lot so he could workout more later in the day so he opted for a breakfast that would reflect that. His plate consisted of Oladii with fresh butter and a honey drizzle on top, strawberry filled Blinchiki, a side of Kasha and yaichnitsa topping it all off with coffee to finish off the morning. Magnus didn’t really like the taste of coffee that much but it helped him throughout the day so he didn’t mind it one bit.

As he was turning to leave the line and find a nice table away from people a certain someone caught his eye. Arno Dorian seemed to also be up this early getting his breakfast as well, Magnus had..mixed feelings about Arno to say the least Arno was someone Magnus admired a lot before he actually met the guy as he had heard so many cool things about him in his second year but after there last two interactions Magnus knew that he was in fact a stuck up asshole which he obviously couldn’t stand.

Magnus just sent glares into his directions as he for one had not forgiven him for that embarrassment and humiliating duel. Magnus was the beast who was just put into a cage and poked with rods. Now he was free and revenge never tasted more tempting than it did right now.