So, the final event of Kaliady was here. With the recent events that occurred so far during her fourth year at Durmstrang, Zina was not going to turn her nose up at anything that was a celebration. She had never really heard of it before, as she wasn’t too familiar with Belarusian culture. However, with it apparently being important enough that classes were cancelled to celebrate the final day of it, Zina looked it up in the library to learn more about it. She was grateful for the extra day to catch up on homework, at the very least, though she felt a tad guilty about her original plans. She was originally not planning on doing anything to mark the occasion, rather going to spend the day holed up in the common room to do her schoolwork, and maybe get an extra session or two of flying and working on the beams in. Not really celebration worthy.
However, after breakfast, Rusya had come up to her to ask her if she wanted to dress up with him, so that they could go into Döttrar Vik for a trick or treat style. She found that she couldn’t say no to him, especially since he’d suggested that they incorporate their brooms into their costumes somehow. Zina found it was impossible to refuse his proposal, especially as she was realising that with nationals beginning to appear on the horizon in the next few months, that she was taking flying a little too seriously. Thank goodness that she had Rusya to remind her that their sport was also supposed to be fun too.
She was quite excited to see his costume. Zina didn’t think that her youngest sibling would hold back with his outfit, and therefore she couldn’t either. Zinaida felt she had to match his enthusiasm. It took her a long while to decide what to be, thinking first of an augurey, and then a fairy or perhaps a fwooper or a jobberknoll. Eventually she decided on an occamy in the end, mainly for the sake of her obsession with blue. She figured since she was an artistic flyer that she would be able to contort and create some unique moments that would be flexible enough to mimic the serpent-like movements of the creature that she had chosen.
Using the mirror to aid her, Zina waved her wand over her catsuit in order to change the icy blue colour it usually was into a more turquoise and teal colour, like the occamy. A long purple scarf was attached to her back, and charmed to stay up as if they were wings. She was quite proud of the fact that she had even managed to make it so that the ‘wings’ flapped every so often. It had taken several tries for her to get it right. Zina looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling at how well she had managed to get the colour of her catsuit to blend in with her makeup. No visible part of her skin was its usually pale pink colour, and was instead a vibrant teal, with purple lipstick to match. Pleased by her reflection, Zina twirled in the mirror, giggling as her wings flapped in response, and she rushed down out of the dormitory and out of the Drakonya Krov common room, eager to meet her little brother and grab their brooms.
As she stepped out into the corridor, Zina scanned it for her little brother and when she spotted him, Zina beamed with delight. She was glad she had put lots of effort in, as Ruslan clearly had too. She practically skipped towards him, arms wide open. “Look at you, Rusya!†She gushed, as she wrapped in a quick hug and let go again. “You look fantastic! Are you a… billywig?â€