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[Jan 02 - MP] Mission Impossible [Rita]
« on: February 12, 2018, 03:10:04 PM »
For most of the time Serafima felt like she was in trance, dreaming rather than living her life. It was not a nice dream though. The girl still hoped to wake up and find herself back in her room in her parents' house. Really, why did she have to be a witch? It was silly. She didn't need magic in her life. She wanted her old magic free life back. After the year at Durmstrang Fima had felt certain that things could not get worse and if she was honest they hadn't become worse either. However, her life hadn't changed back to how it had been and that in itself was enough to make the little girl feel rather upset. Koldovstoretz was far better than Durmstrang had been, yes. However, it was no place where she really wanted to be either. Why could people she did not even know decide what she had to do with her life? Her parents had told her that they'd like it to have her back at home and yet she still had to attend this school. It was impossible to make sense of that.

Anyway, the second year was not always bitter about it. She got along with some of the other kids at school and while she would not let anyone quote her on that some classes were actually quite interesting. Nonetheless she was hardly going to accept and embrace everything at Koldovstoretz. Her brief experience in the magical world had taught her that life here was dangerous. People could wave a wooden stick they called wand and do immense harm with it. In fact, even Serafima had learned a couple of spells by now and was pretty amazed that she could perform magic herself. Anyway, as long as a situation did not get out of hand like back at Durmstrang it was always possible to avoid or talk to people before ending up in a fight. With the magical creatures it was a different business though. At Durmstrang a dragon had almost had her and some other students as dessert when the wards had broken down and Serafima still had nightmares in which the Namibian Nightwing turned up as a huge and hungry creature that wanted to eat her.

The news spread quickly around the school that the Order of the Dragon inspected Koldovstoretz to check whether the dragons were kept in a dragon friendly way. Fima wondered what that really meant. It probably was dragon friendly not to deny them their desired food. Did that mean that the Order of the Dragon would sacrifice students to ensure the well being of the dragons? It seemed unlikely, yet everything in the wizarding world was very confusing and didn't always make sense to the young Russian. She had tried to read a nice non magical book in the common room and not think about it all further but she couldn't help but return to her musings about the dragons. She slammed her book shut and put it down. It was already dark outside, she was sure of that. However, a wand was as good as a torch light, that much the girl had learned already. She pocketed her wand, got her coat and, when she felt certain that nobody paid her any attention, she sneaked out of the Tigrova common room.

She wasn't really sure what she wanted to do, there was just a vague idea that she wanted to get to the dragon stables. She wanted to see if there were members of the Order of the Dragon out there and she wanted to find out what they were up to. She had heard of students who had been questioned about their behaviour towards the dragons but nobody had approached her yet. Part of her wished she'd be questioned so she could give them a piece of her mind about keeping dragons at a school and part of her hoped that they would never come to her. What if they blamed her for not treating the dragons right? Fima shook her head. That was a silly thought. Nobody could accuse her of that as she was not treating the dragons at all. She was usually just trying to keep the biggest possible distance between herself and the beasts.

Why she was now acting differently and against her better judgement was something Fima could not explain. It was a spur of the moment decision or not really a thought-out decision at all. She was just acting on an impulse. She pulled her hat down and put her collar up as she walked outside. The wind was rough, it was snowing and the girl shuddered. "Lumos," she whispered as she got away from the lights of the school. The snow below her small feet made creaking noises as she walked as though it wanted to betray her and tell the world that she had left the warmth and safety of her common room after hours.

  • Offline Margarita Gavrilova
  • Re: [Jan 02 - MP] Mission Impossible [Rita]
    « Reply #1 on: February 14, 2018, 12:00:53 AM »
    Six months ago, Margarita Ilyinichna’s experience with dragons only extended to stories of Zmey Gorynych, the three headed dragon that haunted fairy tales her papa told her. He (the dragon, not her father) might eat children in every story, but Rita couldn’t help herself from being fascinated by the actual thing (the dragon again, not her father) upon her arrival to Koldovstoretz. Rita supposed these dragons were easier to handle as they only had the one head to focus on. Still, one easy head or not, the girl was still a bit wary. She still visited the stables, of course, but kept her distance to admire her from afar.

    That is, until they told her she couldn’t visit them anymore. Rita was a proper oldest sibling, always the one to boss and never the one to be bossed. So once the words came that she couldn’t see them, she only wanted to see them more, maybe even a little closer this time. In Rita’s eleven-year-old logic, she thought she was helping Koldovstoretz. She wanted to be sure they passed their inspection (even though she wasn’t really clear on what they were inspecting in the first place) and that all the dragons were clearly happy. Of course, she didn’t know the difference between a happy dragon and a sad dragon; they hadn’t yet covered dragon emotions in Dragonology but Rita was fairly confident.

    She needed to keep the dragons happy, needed the school to pass the inspection, and needed Koldovstoretz to stay open. The word around the common room was that without dragons, the school wouldn’t last much longer. Rita prided herself of being the oldest Gavrilov child, thinking she knew everything that was going on with her family. They all lived in close quarters and she had a knack for eavesdropping. Her parents and grandparents had stayed up late one night, long after she and her brothers had gone to bed, discussing in the kitchen about how much of a relief it was to have one less mouth to feed for ten months out of the year. Rather than be hurt that they weren’t expressing how much the missed her and how happy they were to have her back for the holidays, Rita was determined to do whatever she could to make her family (and by extension, Koldovstoretz) proud.

    Rita hadn’t taken many precautions when she snuck out of the common room, not really sure yet how to magically conceal herself. But either way, she made it to the stables, her pockets full of boiled beef wrapped in napkins. She made it down to the stables before it started snowing, but she had come prepared: two sets of mittens, her coat that an older student had lengthened the sleeves on, a thick knit hat, and fur lined boots her grandmother had been able to barter for just before the holidays.

    She had emptied her pockets (and been able to practice her levitating spell) and spent the next while back in her usual spot, admiring from afar. Her wand was lit, illuminating just enough so that she could occasionally see reflections in the dragons’ eyes. A light was approaching before Rita heard the crunch of the snow; she didn’t extinguish her wand (it was far too dark without it), instead thinking of reasons she could have to explain why she was out here after hours. She stood up and held her wand aloft, as if she could defend herself if she actually needed to.

    But it was just another student, one Rita recognized from her common room. She lowered her wand just the slightest bit before asking, “Are you here to feed the dragons, too?”