Triwizard Champion, Lars Stangeland

Lars Stangeland felt Gabriel looking at him, and shot him a knowing look, and a nod in return. Then he grinned widely over at Golovin, looking much younger, more the boy he was than the man he insisted he be, allowing his Headmaster to be in charge, once more, trusting him. He held the cup in the air, "FUR DURMSTRANG!" he yelled.

 

Magnus Laufreyn throws an arm around Stangeland's shoulder and shouts "JAAAA!" as he tackle hugs the Champion, if it can even be called a "hug", but the motivation is genuine as is the enthusiasm. Rough though he is, Magnus is careful enough not to knock the goblet out of Lars' hand. "Stangeland, fy fan... you brilliant bastard! Du kämpade för din frihet... för Durmstrang... och Golovin. Jävlar..."

 

Lars Stangeland lets out an 'oof!' as Magnus half-hug, half-beats him up, but laughs, walloping the boy on his shoulder, and ruffling his hair.

 

Done