Boris had not been able to spare time for his hobbies for two weeks since he came to school. It was a little intense. Because he was trying to get used to school and of course he was making time for his lessons. Amelia wasn't as tired teaching him because they had more time. And he had a looser teaching style. But Boris has to do homework and lessons for school. Plus, it was good for him, it allowed him to take on more responsibility. He took the knitting set he brought with him from his dormitory and went downstairs. This was the knitting kit that his grandmother had given Boris as a gift. He took the knitting in his hand, found an empty place, sat down and started knitting. This time he was going to knit a scarf. It was cold at school and he left his scarves in a trunk that he forgot to bring. That's why he was going to knit new ones for himself. He started making one in grey. Hmm I wonder if it's just grey, or should I add some blue? Boris looked at the threads first and then reached down to add some blue into it and then started knitting with the blue added. It didn't make any sense right now, but Boris was going to knit an owl on the scarf in blue.

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Rarely does the Durmstrang manage to pull off even the masquerade of a welcoming environment. Set deeply into the Scandinavian mountains (if they were even in Scandinavia), the frigid weather was a mere physical incarnation of the Institute's aloofness. Doubtlessly, the week of survival required for incoming students only worn away at their already shabby guise of approachability. While the notion of a "welcoming team" was a particularly banal one, Hans did make it his purpose to provide some light to new students in their first year of darkness. With tension still palpable in their bodies, it was the least he could do to ease their spirits and remind that the school - for even with all its grandeur, that was all Durmstrang was - was not intent on killing them. To reinforce some human decency the imposing spires failed to inspire, he first set his attention on a boy he recognised from class but had never seen prior to this week.

"Hey there," Hans said, swinging into the chair across from him with a hearty grin. Eyes flicking across this unfamiliar boy's visage, his odd white hair and heterochromia eyes, he tipped his head in curiosity. "Are you one of the students who transferred here this year?" He asked. Vision landing over the spools of grey and blue yarn, he leaned forward to introduce himself with a quick, "I'm Hans." Then gesturing over the set up, he questioned, half jesting, "So, is knitting a hobby of yours? Or is Durmstrang just too cold?"

@Alliasta Holista as Boris Darwell

Durmstrang school seemed like a harsh school to most people. Cold weather conditions and good discipline. But Boris was not affected by this, he loved the cold weather anyway, and could wear the scarves and beanies he had knitted these days. He always loved to knit whenever he was bored. So it was a hobby for him. While Boris was looking at the scarf in his hand, a voice called him. When he looked up, he saw a boy. Since he was new to Durmstrang, he didn't know many people. The boy immediately introduced himself and asked Boris about his braids. "Oh Hello. Yes, I'm a newcomer. I was only able to participate this year because I'm a part-veela. I'm Boris." His eyes flickered to the knitting threads for a moment and then back to Hans. "It's just a hobby my grandmother taught me. And I make scarves that will be really useful on cold days. I can also reflect my own style. Oh and I don't really worry about it being tacky. I love cold weather. It is calmer than summer days." He tossed aside the items in his hands and looked at Hans. "Some people think these are girls' jobs or for old people. I hate people like that. I think they're very sexist. Everyone is free. Right?"

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