STATS

STA • 9 | EVA • 10 | STR • 5 | WIS • 6 | ARC • 4 | ACC • 10

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EXTRACURRICULAR

Broom Racer

ABILITIES

Evasive Maneuvers

Reducio

Kolya is almost always on the move. Seeming to struggle with staying still for long amounts of time, he's always keeping tabs on his surroundings as his attention flits about. It's become apparent over the years that it's hard to catch the boy by surprise. Paired with his diminutive height when compared with his peers, many have come to learn just how hard it can be to catch him unawares. Growing up he would always join his friends in various iterations of muggle sports, though his favorites always trended towards football or games of tag. Though not as physically fast as some of the others, he was always fairly adept at dodging or feinting around them to get away.

When he first came to Koldovstoretz at age 9, he found that he needed to find some sort of outlet for the seemingly boundless energy so as to not annoy any of the school staff. At least on a consistent basis, that is. As such, he's taken up the habit of jogging about the island on school grounds to burn off energy when he's particularly restless. The boy has come to find a sense of relaxation with the practice as he can generally allow his thoughts to clear out for a time. And, like just about any young boy, he's done his best to make the task into some form of game. Be it taking the time to leap between the rocks along the shore of the lake to mapping his own strange, winding path through the small patches of forest, the laps are never quite the same.

As small and nimble as he is, Kolya does his best to use it to his advantage when given the chance. Whether in the various games he's taken to enticing others into, or opportunistically sneaking away from staff when they're distracted, the boy finds a sense of satisfaction in the act. Being able to duck away from undesirable situations has always served the boy well in his short life so far. Despite having endured some forms of teasing for his height, the reality of it has never truly bothered him. As agile as the boy is, his observation certainly help to embellish his elusiveness. A sharp eye has saved his hide many a times. He's grown fairly adept at anticipation when it comes to his movements, years spent observing the people around him and taking note of body movement. He entertains the belief that he's become rather adept at discovering the various tells that other people exhibit from time to time. 428 words

Non-Human Enthusiast

Reducio

The anxious bouncing of Nikolai's leg beneath the desk went unnoticed as the boy poured over the worn tome before him. Scrolls and books covered the wooden surface on both sides. The collection was haphazardly displayed, some an errant brush away from toppling to the floor where others lay abandoned halfway through use. The only sounds to fill the quiet of the room were the dying crackles of a long forgotten fire and the gentle scratching of a quill on parchment.

The scene would have seemed farfetched mere months ago. Tucked away indoors, reading and taking notes? Not his usual activity of choice by any means. The sound of the quill pauses, followed moments later by a weary sigh. Nikolai takes a moment to roll his shoulders and stretch his neck from one side to the next, returning the quill to the inkwell for the time being. The newly freed hand lifts to absently rub at the side of his jaw. Nothing explicitly felt out of the ordinary, but he knew a mirror would reveal a slightly different story.

Hogwarts had far more closely resembled the admittedly outlandish stories of the school than he had initially given credit for. And the experience with the Hexwizard Tournament had left him far more hesitant when it came to the school of half-breeds. Where stories of monsters and beasts that haunted the Scottish grounds had once been dismissed as nothing more than myths for the purists of magical society, a seed of doubt had finally been planted within the young boy.

The anxiety and doubt that bloomed from the experience drove the boy towards previously unexplored territory. Voluntary research. Weeks of it, in fact. Nikolai had scoured the Russian grounds for as many resources as he could get his hands on. Books on magical creatures, scrolls recounting historic encounters with some of the more bestial races, tales of the strange unions of man and the 'monsters' of wizarding society. Stacks of parchment and notebooks slowly filled up the space at his bedside as he took note of anything deemed potentially important.

While the subjects themselves were objectively interesting on their own, he was quick to discover the process of researching and taking notes helped to ease some of the newly discovered, ever-present anxiety that seemed to follow him post-tournament. Nikolai would never say he regretted the experience. If anything, it was surprisingly eye opening. But he had certainly gone in unprepared to a rather extreme degree.

Twisting once more in his chair to try and ease some of the tension that had built up over however long he'd been lost in his notetaking, Nikolai retrieves the quill. Tired eyes turn back to the text before him as the ink-stained tip returns to the page. He was determined to not be caught off guard when he inevitably found himself back at school of half-breeds. The scratching of the quill resumed. 486 words