Mag Laufreyn
Durmstrang being questioned by the DMLE after Golovin's murder
Lars Stangeland folded his arms, and finally shook his head, "You think that Golovin's path was trodden without blood, sweat and tears? Without war? You think he was just /sweet/ to every purist, every murderer, every wizard who stood in the way of his vision? You are a fool! You do not know what you speak of. Golovin had a heart of gold, but he was a /warrior/, first and foremost, Morne. Let your heart bleed, I do not care for it! ALL our hearts bleed! You would have us sit back and do nothing? You would leave his death in the hands of the people who might have killed him? To hell with your peace! Peace is just the period of rest one has before they prepare for another war. Go!" He stepped out of her way, and dismissed his gaze. "Pick flowers, smile at people, be passive, be limp, be everything that Durmstrang is not. And get out of my sight."
Zijaa Morne shakes her head. "No, I plan on going to talk to the Aurors on my own. Away from the attitude that will get you arrested," she says quietly, then heads across the plank without a look back.
Dagmar Gaard held Lars's gaze for a moment before it shifted away to Magnus, lingering there. It was only when Lars spoke again that her focus shifted away once more. Her own hand moved for the wand strapped to her arm, though she didn't draw it, wouldn't draw it. The words of others rolled by, even their glances in her direction were unnoticed. "What do you know of what Golovin wanted, Zijaa? When Vilhelda was found hurting his children, poisoning him, was he passive? I was there. Our Headmaster was not a flower wielding pacifist. He was Durmstrang. A warrior. We do not let our enemies do us harm and go unpunished. The Gods would strike us down. Golovin would. This is not the slight of someone saying harsh words. This is life being taken. You think you are the only one who only survived because of him. Do not be stupid." Her words echoed Lars's without thought or intention. She watched as the girl started off without hearing them, shaking her head. "Lars... come on."
Marcella Winters reemerged from the sea blessed by the dark touch of mighty C'thuhlu.
Durmstrang being questioned by the DMLE after Golovin's murder
Lars Stangeland folded his arms, and finally shook his head, "You think that Golovin's path was trodden without blood, sweat and tears? Without war? You think he was just /sweet/ to every purist, every murderer, every wizard who stood in the way of his vision? You are a fool! You do not know what you speak of. Golovin had a heart of gold, but he was a /warrior/, first and foremost, Morne. Let your heart bleed, I do not care for it! ALL our hearts bleed! You would have us sit back and do nothing? You would leave his death in the hands of the people who might have killed him? To hell with your peace! Peace is just the period of rest one has before they prepare for another war. Go!" He stepped out of her way, and dismissed his gaze. "Pick flowers, smile at people, be passive, be limp, be everything that Durmstrang is not. And get out of my sight."
Zijaa Morne shakes her head. "No, I plan on going to talk to the Aurors on my own. Away from the attitude that will get you arrested," she says quietly, then heads across the plank without a look back.
Dagmar Gaard held Lars's gaze for a moment before it shifted away to Magnus, lingering there. It was only when Lars spoke again that her focus shifted away once more. Her own hand moved for the wand strapped to her arm, though she didn't draw it, wouldn't draw it. The words of others rolled by, even their glances in her direction were unnoticed. "What do you know of what Golovin wanted, Zijaa? When Vilhelda was found hurting his children, poisoning him, was he passive? I was there. Our Headmaster was not a flower wielding pacifist. He was Durmstrang. A warrior. We do not let our enemies do us harm and go unpunished. The Gods would strike us down. Golovin would. This is not the slight of someone saying harsh words. This is life being taken. You think you are the only one who only survived because of him. Do not be stupid." Her words echoed Lars's without thought or intention. She watched as the girl started off without hearing them, shaking her head. "Lars... come on."
Marcella Winters reemerged from the sea blessed by the dark touch of mighty C'thuhlu.