Zaza looks at the elder student with respect. As a matter of fact her gaze is a bit ... sentimental, perhaps. So that much you will know after five years of studying ... And loads more, she guessed. She promised herself to study harder than in the muggle school she had attended before ... Like that could be called studying, she thought to herself. It seemed magical schools teached some stuff really worth learning and she would make sure she didn´t miss a word.

She was particularly impressed by the description of the dangers of the potion gone wrong, though she had a slight afterthought about would she ever dare to taste such potion herself.

"Durmstrang?" Zaza repeated thoughtfully. "That´s funny. I could´ve sweared it was a dream when I heard my parents arguing about whether I ought to be put into Drumstand instead of Hogwarts - I thought it would be a music school or something - but if there really is a place called Durmstrang maybe I heard the name wrong and maybe it wasn´t a dream ..." She looks shyly at Neva. "Do you want some Bertie Bott´s? Each and every one of these have tasted different so far ..."