For the beautiful, talented, amazing, wonderful Strawberry/Anna/colorful swirls who is fabulous and I wish her a Happy, Wonderful Birthday!

I love you, darling, so I hope you enjoy~!

You said you wanted something different and I thought 'well why not give her something humorous and not a pairing for her birthday?' and so this was born. You know you love me and my weirdness.


FOR THE SETTING BOOT CAMP USING THE DURMSTRANG SHIP AND THE PROMPT:

THROAT


I don't own Harry Potter.


"VELCOME TO DURMSTRANG!"

Spittle flew from the old man's throat- his pot belly bouncing with each word as the man stormed on deck somewhat unstably.

"YOU VILL BE ZORTED FOR YOUR VOOMMATES ZHORTLY! ZHE RULES HERE AT DURMSTRANG ARE ZIMPLE! YOU BREAK A RULE- I HIT YOU VITH MY KLEBEN! YOU COMPLAIN- I HIT YOU VITH MY KLEBEN! YOU COVER BEFORE MY KLEBEN- I LAUGH AT YOUR MISFORTUNE!" Here the old grizzly man laughed evilly as he rubbed his hands together.

All the young first year Durmstrang students looked afraid- and seasick, as the boat they were on dipped threateningly up and down each time the crazy man shouted 'kleben'.

"I VANT NO CHIT-CHATTING! ABZOLUTELY NO TOUCHY-TOUCHY-" He pointed a short and stubby finger at a young boy, who shrieked as he slipped on a wet patch of ground the same time the ship sailed up, causing him to fall out into the ocean.

There was a brief moment of silence.

"VELL HE DID NOT FOLLOV MY INZTRUCTIONZ! VE'LL FISH 'ZEM OUT EVENTUALLY!"

"Ha…ha…ha…" Karkaroff laughed flakily from his spot behind the children.

"VE HAVE AN IMAGE TO KEEP UP!" The geezer boomed. "I VILL NOT STAND ANY DISGRACE TO DURMSTRANG! NO FIGHTING! NO STEALING! AND ABZOLUTELY NO RENDEVOUS-ING VITH ZE ENEMY! AM I CLEAR!?"

No one answered.

His lip curled upward. "I ZAID- AM I CLEAR!?"

"Yes sir!" the students recited back to him, fear evident on their faces as the scarred man grinned.

"VONDERFUL! I SPOT DURMSTRANG IN ZE DISTANCE! ROW YOU MONSTERS, ROV!"

The children scrambled to find a spot on one of the Viking benches placed at either side of the boat, grabbing onto one oar and heaving in time with the random tribal drum that magically appeared in front of the boat.

"OH S-" The old man cursed as soon as they had landed at the Durmstrang dock. "VE FORGOT TO PICK UP ZE OTHER BOY! CHILDREN- BACK IN ZE BOAT! VE NEED ALL ZE MUSCLE VE CAN GET!"

No child dared to moan or groan as they ran up the plank and onto the ship once more, settling back into the familiar pattern of 'ROV! ROV! ROV!'

Viktor Krum looked down at the First Year he had rescued from the ocean. "I vhink zhey are looking for you."

The small boy shivered from under the parka Viktor had lent him. "Merde," he groaned. "My mama told me to stay out zof trouble…"