Nikolai did not want to be the first, nor did he want to be the last of the students from the visiting schools to place his name in the Goblet of Fire. It was no surprise, to him, when Vlad put his name inside the Goblet first, beating out the boy in green Hogwarts robes by mere seconds. He smirked, just knowing that, once again, Durmstrang came in first. Beating Beauxbatons with their entrance, now beating Howgarts with entering the Tournament.

Soon, Durmstrang would be coming out on top for the third time when the Triwizard cup went home with them.

He stood right behind the growing crowd knowing full well that he was not only old enough to enter, but he was going to enter. He hadn't travelled all the way to Hogwarts for nothing. Of course, even of he wasn't selected as one of the champions, the trip still wouldn't have been for nothing. He had met a number of people already, and, they had all met him.

With a clearing of his throat, to let everyone know he was present, Nikolai made his way through the crowd stopping just short of the age line. Pulling out a piece of parchment the same color as his blood red robes, he took the last step needed to cross the line. Quickly glancing over his shoulder at the crowd, he grinned at the ladies gathered before facing the Goblet once more and giving the parchment in his hand a flick. He stood there motionless as he watched the flames engulf the parchment, and only when the blood red was no longer visible did he step back, re-crossing the age line. With another grin to the ladies, he made his way back to the spot behind the crowd he was previously. The view was much better from back there.

Now. Where were the BeauxbaBLAH students?