Bronislava sauntered slowly into the observatory, her eyes flickering this way and that as she took in her surroundings. Not many people here yet, and none of them her classmates, but she knew at least Mischa would be along soon. Had she arrived early? Perhaps that would work to her advantage.

She recognized nearly no one, just the one girl she had met in Hogsmeade and the red-haired woman she knew to be the Headmistress of this school. But that could change. The Durmstrang girl took one of the tiny sandwiches and took a bite, hanging back a bit to take a few moments to observe.