Alik strolled the corridors looking for a certain element of entertainment. The common rooms were all so tedious, and classes were just his down fall. It wasn't his fault he had trouble keeping time. Accidently missing half of the lesson wasn't done on purpose, anyone can get lost. He was just too easily distracted. Durmstrang held so many beautiful sights that he just couldn't resist checking out. His green eyes were transfixed by the movement before him. Alik found it hard not to laugh at the scene. A couple of young boys saw their chances with a group of older Concinne girls. His head shock side to side as the hysterics began. He loved witnessing the rejection. The boys seemed oblivious to the girls obvious distaste towards them. A blonde third year tried it on, not thinking this would be the key to his embarassment later on. Alik couldn't disagree with their bondness. It seemed to remind him of himself. At another time when he was innocent to the world of the female kind. Once you learnt the secret to their needs everything just feel into place. Although Alik was a fan of chatting up the opposite sex, today was focussed on a more important agenda. His friend Fredrick. He always disapproved with Alik's fascination with girls so he would tidy up the remains of any encounter.

He watched as the girls left their admirers presence for the stairs. His eyes couldn't help themselves, fluttering up and down each vixen, no cares to whether they caught him. It would only be a positive if they did. His body relaxed against the banister folding his arms over the top until the time came when the girls were out of sight. Alik would soak up their elegance while he still had the chance. He couldn't bare to look away from those short cut grey skirts. They were something to be desired. This was just clarity to his lack of focus and attention. Students brushed past him, rushing to get to some ridiculous class. It would still be there in five minutes. Luckily his distraction had finally drifted away. Alik really didn't want Fred finding him glaring down the stairs in his usual manner. Or even for him to sneak up behind him. It made the boy far too big headed these days, and Alik couldn't cope with anymore gloating. He turned his back on the stairs carelessly. There was no guessing to which direction the boy would emerge from. His elbows rested on the varnished wood. The motion didn't seem to bring him much comfort but he still looked smooth. Now he would play the waiting game.

It wasn't so bad. The corridor seemed to clear quickly leaving Alik to his own devices. He was sure Fredrick would grace him with his presence shortly. He wasn't one to keep someone waiting for long. A hand messed through his black hair. The silence disturbed him. There was something about standing there without the assistance of a clock or even tapping. He began to hum. It was better than any other idea, and hoped it would pass the time.