The Headmaster of Durmstrang, Laurel Aristotle, looked radiant in black. Surrounded by Durmstrang students- many of them rather disheveled, she glowed like a pearl amongst ashes. But she wasn't there to look beautiful, she was there to carefully look over her students. She had another task she was required to take care of... Her mind strayed to the mermaids. Clearing her throat, she stood in front of her students, and smiled at the other two Headmasters, though her eyes were stony.