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Scotland / Re: {two strangers in the bright lights} harlan
« Last post by Roslyn Hayes on Today at 04:33:06 AM »
A pout was starting to form along her lips at the sheer level of, well, non distraction occurring. If this was a normal sort of exchange with a friend she knew exactly what she would do. Flirt shamelessly and drape herself all over them, to start. She knew how to make contact quite distracting, thank you very much. Fact was she just... did not know Harlan that way. She wasn’t sure if he’d take the tactile manner in which she held herself with friends as a different sort of invitation.

(Wasn’t sure herself if the lines wouldn’t blur. There were moments where she questioned quite a few of her motives with men who were closer to her than perhaps they ought. That kind of thinking led to madness and she was quite content with not examining those thoughts and just quietly tucking them away, instead)

Point was that she couldn’t just grope the man in the middle of her mother’s bookshop. That’s how you got brought up on harassment charges. It was important to know ones audience. Most of her distraction methods were... not appropriate for the audience was the problem. But she couldn’t bloody loose! Giving up wasn’t an option.

Still. His response was rather insulting. She raised her own eyebrow in response, letting the silence rest before speaking. “I need more incentive than the price any other interested party would end up paying for the book.” She quipped, smiling cheekily at the man in front of her. It was true, of course. “Didn’t take you for a quitter, Bellamy.” she added, eyes sparkling merrily.

Even if she couldn’t win this, she’d still try.
Jeva had never been ice skating before, and if she was quite honest, she was a bit nervous. Not because of the prospect of falling through the ice or seeing the giant squid (both events she almost hoped would happen, just so she could tell stories about it later), or even the likelihood of falling on her face, but rather she was afraid of her friends laughing at her when she did fall. Still, the second year's excitement at trying something new far outweighed her fear as she ran closely behind Patty to the lake.

Following Patty's lead, Jeva pulled on her skates and began yanking at the laces. If they needed to be tight, she would sure make them tight! The girl couldn't tell for sure, but she thought the others probably looked far more experienced at skating than she did. There were four of them, including herself, and Patty was the only one Jeva really knew. Then there was Aurora, a first year Slytherin, who Jeva thought was oddly serious for being eleven but seemed nice, and Brendan, who she knew a bit better, being in the same year and all. He was more polite than she could ever hope to be, and she decided that she liked him, even if he did probably have cooties.

When her laces were tied as tight as they could possibly go, Jeva decided to try standing up. Worried that if she stood slowly it would throw her off balance, the girl practically leapt to her feet, though she landed wrong on her left foot and instead fell over. Right into the snow.
Scotland / Re: {two strangers in the bright lights} harlan
« Last post by Harlan Bellamy on Today at 03:44:14 AM »
In his peripheral vision, Harlan could see that Roslyn had started toward the bookshelf, and toward him by proxy, but he kept his focus firmly on the titles before him. The wall was seemingly endless, still with no sign of rhyme or reason. His dedication to finding the novel on his own was both an attempt to keep himself busy and to prove himself as correct.

The witch didn't stop at a normal distance though, instead, she took another deliberate one beside him so that he could feel how close she was again. It was clear what was doing— more attempting to do— and a grin pulled at the corner of his lips. His eyes following belatedly to look sideways at her, eyebrow slightly quirked in question. She had to have expected that using his own tactic against him wasn't going to work in her favor. Particularly when he was the one trying to make the transaction.

"A couple hundred of my galleons, to start," Harlan's eyes narrowed on Ros briefly, trying not to linger on the thoughtful sound that she had made. If she thought she was hard-headed, she had another thing coming when it came to the level that he was willing to go to in order to be right.
Siofra eyed the so called 'computer' with question. It was foreign, as with most Muggle Studies concepts. The majority of the time the young Ravenclaw spent her time observing. Were her grades suffering? In a way. But it meant that she was out of her depth. Maybe she would quit school and never come back. A part of her hoped that her parents would forget about Hogwarts and just homeschool her like the majority of her family.

But no. She must attend. They saved up for it, they wanted her to do good and succeed in life. Whatever that meant.

The witch gulped as the guest speaker went on about magical interference and the fact that this computer was actually called a 'personal computer'. Communication was the overall topic of today. Telegrams, telephones, fax machines. She was certain she heard of these before somehow, but it didn't stop her mind from spinning in circles. Muggle post? She had to think about that for a moment but she could remember it was like owl post, but with people moving the letters around, not owls.

Her brows furrowed as she was probably the most stumped in the entire class. Breen's Farm didn't deal with muggles. She could only count the number of times she met one with just one hand. She was positive this would be the subject that would doom her.

She watched and listened to an older Gryffindor, Pixie, explain all of the technology. Her mouth gapped open at all of the, in her opinion, super smart answers. Sure they were much older than her and had a lot more experience with muggles than she did, but it didn't stop the pure awe escaping. A Ravenclaw answered with additional information. Siofra made a mental note to talk to her when they were in the common room about muggle stuff, so maybe she wouldn't fail the class.

Siofra couldn't help herself - "So they don't communicate by mirrors?" She asked with her eyes wide. "Because my family uses little magic mirrors to talk to each other across the farm." She felt her cheeks growing red, "Are the two way mirrors like... muggle tellie-phones?" Her brain hurt. A lot.

"What do... tellie-phones have to do with comp-peuters? Are they the same?" She felt like she stepped out into an overly hot summer day with no clouds in the sky without any chance of water. But some was on her hands. Was that sweat? Eww. She rubbed her hands on her skirt, giving a hard swallow that popped her ears.
Aurora loved spending the holidays at Hogwarts where she could study in peace. She figured out the theory to many of the spells she was learning in class and was close to getting them down with the practical side. She was excited though that Patty was back and that she was getting the chance to hang out with Patty's friend Jeva. This was her chance to make another human friend.

She ran after Patty to the lake. They were going to go ice staking since part of the lake was frozen. It made Aurora worried about the giant squid but the professors assured her that the giant squid was alright and could handle the cold. She had went ice staking once with her parents but wasn't very good at it. She laughed a little at Patty's excitement as she pulled on her own stakes.
"Come on, come on, come on!" She whined as she raced down to the lake. Her skates were held close to her chest as her feet pounded through the snow. Christmas break had been so much fun with her family, but Patty missed her friends greatly. For the professors to make a section available for students to skate on was such a neat idea! Patty didn't think the lake could freeze over, not with the giant squid always stirring the waters. She found a spot on the benches the school had brought out and sat her bag down as she worked to strap on her skates. "

"Have you been skating before? I love it! Make sure your shoes are tied tight!" She was pulling at her laces once her skates were over her feet. Her mittens continued to get in the way so they were taken off and thrown down eagerly beside her in her rush to get on the ice.

@Jeva Ward @Aurora Hall @Brendan de Havilland
Dublin / Re: teddy picker [sam]
« Last post by Charlie Baker on Yesterday at 11:32:17 PM »
Charlie laughed and avoided Sam’s gaze; third time was the charm for finally knocking some sense into him, more like, but it was easier to keep the focus on his pretty face instead. “Fuck off,” he said through another grin. “You’re the one with the trifecta: face, muscles, and you’re Irish.” Nobody hated the Irish, everybody hated the English.

Sam had zeroed in on the mathematics and Charlie shrugged. “We were out of the country August,” he said, not deigning to clarify any further (mostly because he didn’t want to start keeping track and spook himself out of an arrangement that was mutually beneficial). “Not like I see her every day,” he volunteered, because he was too busy having a parallel conversation with himself in his head and finding it difficult to keep the two separated. He realised then that he had potentially opened himself up to admitting they had a weekly recurring meeting, but he shrugged again; “It’s just shagging."

Charlie met Sam’s eye and breathed out through his nose, glanced away as the other man got to his feet. He drummed his fingertips across the table again and turned in his seat to get another look at the gaggle of girls in the corner -- one caught him looking and smiled. Charlie half-smiled back.

Sam returned with fresh beers and a depressing toast. Charlie laughed, then sighed. "Surely I can only go uphill, but you're fucked," he grinned and had a swallow of beer. He set the glass back down and looked out the window as it started raining outside. He knew Sam had been joking--which Charlie appreciated, considering the lecture he could have provided instead--but it did bare thinking about: surely his twenty-eighth year couldn't be worse than his twenty-seventh? Subconsciously, Charlie brought his beer to his lips again for another drink. "You think we'd already be, like, you know, settled by now if we hadn't gotten the deal?" Charlie asked, belatedly turning back to look at Sam.
Döttrar Vik / [jan mp] trapped in this fabulous show [conrad]
« Last post by Anna Filimonova on Yesterday at 08:03:01 PM »
january '03


Anna stuck her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it in an attempt to ease the burning sensation spreading through the skin there. The damn lights! With her free hand, Anna whacked the side of the metal canister, shaking it slightly from where she has not finished clamping it all the way to the pipes. Below, various other members of the stage crew were working on building sets - Anna, with her experience doing dangerous things in midair, was volunteered for lighting hang.

Still, it was better than dancing - Anna was not keen on performing anytime soon, for anyone.

The ladder she had used to clamber up here was abandoned in favour of hanging from the beams, knees hooked over the wood while her body hung upside down. It kept her hair out of her face while she worked. Her wand was abandoned on the top of the A-ladder, wrench strapped to her hand. She popped her finger out of her mouth and took a second to wipe the sweat off her brow. She could feel the droplets she missed making their way down her hair to splash on the boards below. Oh well.

She wiped her wet hand on the front of her denim overalls, noticing for the first time the little bit of black grease on her palm. Ugh.

"Conrad," she yelled, waving at the boy. "Can you pass me the next one?" She pointed at the ground, where a number of other enchanted lamps needed to still be attached to the pipes above.

@Conrad Sturm
Russia / Re: [Rybinsk] Тот день, когда (Nastya)
« Last post by Nastya Tikhomirova on Yesterday at 07:52:27 PM »
Beyond an indignant splutter, Nastya found that she couldn’t respond to the stream of idiotic words flowing out her sister’s mouth. Aglaya was so stupid, and infuriating! She growled slightly under her breath, half hoping Aglaya didn’t hear it, half hoping she did, as her jaw clenched. She found the only response she could make was an angry glare in her elder sister’s direction.

Nastya narrowed her eyes slightly, as she tried her best to figure out what Aglaya’s reactions to her words meant. It was almost impossible to tell what her elder sister was thinking, especially after she had admitted that their mother probably had been too busy dealing with her mess to check in on Aglaya so much as normal. Was Aglaya angry at her? Disappointed? Jealous? It was so hard to tell. Nastya didn’t think she could really blame her sister for feeling any of those things though. She chose not to say anything, just looking at Aglayka curiously. Her sister really was a total mystery to her.

There was silence for a few seconds as they sat together on the sofa, just the sharp, ragged breathing of Nastya and Aglaya’s own sigh, which made Nastya glance in her sister’s direction. Anastasiya felt her heart skip a beat as she worried that her sister didn’t believe her and would press her further. She no longer had the strength to defend herself in a verbal combat. If Aglayka pressed her even just a little bit more, made one more probing question, Nastya knew that she didn’t have the energy to lie anymore and would reveal everything to her sister. She really didn’t want that.

She closed her eyes as a few tears trailed down her cheek, listening to Aglaya’s reply. Her sister’s voice was cold and Nastya shuddered, feeling very unwelcome again. She guessed that perhaps her sister would even be so rude as to ask her to leave. So, forgetting about the poor dog temporarily, and in preparation for such a request, the younger Tikhomirova sister opened her eyes, and desperately tried to get her breathing under control before she’d attempt to stand and… somehow make it home without any help. “Okay…” Nastya managed after great effort, though she wasn’t sure if she’d been loud enough for her sister to hear her.

“Mm-hmm,” Nastya hummed weakly, as Aglaya added she wanted to take a nap. That was all she wanted to do in that moment too. However, where Aglaya was successful in getting to her feet, Nastya was not. She barely moved her head, let alone the rest of her body, and she could feel her eyelids getting heavy quickly as her breathing calmed down. Panicking, she tried to flutter them open but was fighting a losing battle. She knew she was still pretty weak, considering this was her first day out of bed, but she didn’t think the tiredness would have been so bad. She could faintly hear Aglayka address her, and Nastya felt the sting as the insinuation that her sister didn’t want her there anymore seemed painfully obvious to her, but she quickly remembered Bronislav’s existence and instinctively knew that she couldn’t leave without knowing he’d be okay with her sister. If her sister was going upstairs, Nastya guessed it wouldn't be long until she found out.

Her lips parted, trying to reply, but finding herself unable to beyond a soft noise. Part of her wondered if she could somehow get Aglayka to summon their mother to help her home through that handy mirror her sister had, but Nastya had a distinct feeling that the older Tikhomirova sister would not take that so well. It wasn’t as if she was in a position to be able to ask that of Aglaya either.

She hoped that her sister wouldn’t mind her taking her time to recover on the sofa, already feeling her body slowly tilt sideways, barely conscious as her cheek connected softly with the seat of the sofa. Nastya couldn’t even lift her legs up onto the sofa, as her eyes remained tightly shut, completely unaware of her sister’s movements anymore.
Okay, so that was a fair reason not to tell her, Zina supposed. Nastya must have asked her not to say anything for a reason, but at the same time Zinaida couldn’t help but feel that somehow Zhenya was prioritising their distant cousin over her, Zhenya’s own little sister. Was she in the wrong here to be angry at Zhenya for not telling her, clearly over the wishes of the senior artistic flyer? “No… I…” She paused, shuffling from one foot to the other as she stopped herself from stepping back, intimidated by Zhenya’s shrillness. “I guess you did the right thing. I’m sorry.” She apologised timidly, but there was still a bitterness to her voice that she just couldn’t hide.

At least Zhenya said she’d have told her about any good news, but since she hadn’t heard anything that meant there wasn’t any at all. Zina didn’t know what to make of that. “Oh… That’s…” not good. She thought, shaking her head to refresh her thoughts. “You’ll tell me if you do hear good news though? Promise me.” Her eyes were wide as she stared at Zhenya, daring her sister not to agree to her request.

Zina tried to keep her expression neutral as Zhenya grimaced, clearly angry about something. Clearly she hadn’t said the right things to her elder sister. “Well…” Zina began in order to fill the silence as she tried desperately to think of what to say. She had to change tactics, Zhenya wasn’t responding the way she had expected her to and it seemed to be making her sister more agitated than anything. Zina wanted to comfort her, not antagonise her. “Okay. What do you think you should do then?” Zina asked, wondering if maybe getting the older Shishkina sister to think about it would help her somehow. Perhaps maybe they could come up with a plan together then. If she couldn’t go against her sister and make her see sense, then she’d just have to join her instead. “What options have you considered? I could maybe provide a fresh perspective.” Her voice was soft, though it took significant effort for it to remain so. Her sister was being so weird and almost… irritating.

She tried not to take it personally as Zhenya freed her hand from her own as they went towards the stands, though it definitely still hurt and Zina couldn’t help but frown. It was difficult to continue to remain passive and calm as Zhenya snarled angrily at her for what she thought were quite reasonable comments. The fact she was intimidated and slightly scared by Zhenya’s anger was obvious as she cowered back from her sister slightly, sucking in a sharp breath to try and prevent herself from crying. Her sister was already crying again, so her own tears wouldn’t help Zhenya at all. “Have you…” She paused, chewing her lip wondering if she should finish her question. She didn’t want to have her head bitten off for suggesting something that could maybe help them both.

“Maybe you should write to one of them? You know, her mother, her grandfather? Tell them your concerns?” She wiggled in the seat uncomfortably, unable to look at her sister as she prepared herself for more angry, snappy responses. “Maybe she’s hiding stuff from them and they don’t know.”
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