Learning Languages PV Sergei Voronin

Place: Hogwarts Campgrounds
Date: Monday, August 10, 2026
Time: Afternoon

A 4'6 blond kid was draped over his broom, slowly touring the camp at a moderately low altitude, when he caught sight of a boy sketching quietly under a tree. Upon noticing the boy, Strike sat up and turned his Firebolt around. He guessed it would probably have been rude to fly over and watch the artist draw from over his shoulder, so he descended, stepped off his broom, and walked over instead, carrying his precious broom with him.

As he got closer, Strike could see that the boy was probably older than him and had curly hair like he did, but it was shorter and was ash-colored rather than the bronze blond of his own. His complexion was pale and his eyes were silver-grey. If Strike could have been described as 'sunny', then this boy was like the moon; golden bronze versus silver. He was slim, which contrasted against Strikes' more athletic build and his posture was hunched as he drew. He also had a notable scar on his chin.

Approaching the older student from the front so he didn't startle him, Strike waved and made an effort to smile. "Hi," he greeted, entering the pool of shade thrown by the long branches and plentiful leaves of the tree. "I'm Strike. What's your name? And...are you drawing?"

@Sergei Voronin