Alek, his sweet love Hera, wrapped around his neck as usual, stalked up to the ugliest hut he had ever seen in his entire life. It was interesting that he was taking Tristan's place seeing as they had met each other during their University time. It was even more interesting because Tristan had taken his place at Durmstrang when he got the job at the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. My how that tables have turned. A sneaky little grin passed over his lips at the thought.

As he made his way up the steps to the door of the hut, he saw a note:

Alek tried shook his head and attempted to pull open the door but it wouldn't budge. It was almost as if it had been super glued down. He waved his wand around the door, whispering some incantations, but nothing worked to open it. Was he surprised? Slightly. The other man hadn't known it was Alek that would be staying here. He was sure if he had known...well...there would have been a much ruder note left and far more protection and preventative spells around the hut. The two didn't get along. Mostly because Alek enjoyed experimenting on creatures.

He was not surprised, however, to find the not so nice and expletive filled note left on the tent bag. He shook his head with a sigh, and with a flick of his wand, the magically extended tent set itself up. He pushed open the flap to discover the most basic of necessities. There was a bed, a shower, toilet, sink, and a small kitchen. The python around his neck teased her tongue against his cheek. He rubbed her gently while looking around. "Not to worry, Hera, we will be fine here," he said in a slight Bulgarian accent.