Well, I tell you I once had an uncle who went to Durmstrang. He had the highest hopes for me too, and would always tell me "Na...*ahem* Chaucer, you'll be a prefect at old 'Strang no doubt!" - only it was in Russian and I didn't understand a word. Still don't in fact. You know, I'm not really sure he's my uncle, I just always assumed." He gave a thoughtful stare at nothing in particular. "Switching schools is exciting, yes. I can tell you must be one who wanderlusts; such people will simply stagnate if not allowed to travel until they fester and fester into a big mass of ... lordy, Kellen! I say boy move your feet!" Chaucer gave a light shove to his cousin's legs in mild annoyance.