After a few hours of whining, a few minutes of pleading, and a couple of empty promises Vladimir Dostoyevsky had not only convinced his grandparents to let him leave the house, but to not tell his parents as well. He was celebrating by laying on the bed in the guest room he was staying in for the week as the old Bulgarians worked away in the basement. They were making a portkey to transport him quite a few towns over so the wizard could visit his best friend Desislava. He was excited now, as he hadn't seen the girl since the end of the term, when they had the crazy dragon attack. So much had happened with him since then that he needed to tell her about, and he figured that she probably had a few things to tell him as well.
His name was called out from downstairs, and Vladimir immediately hopped up, grabbing his
hat off of the nightstand before quickly heading down the stairs, where his grandparents were waiting for him with an old shoe. A smile appeared on the boy's face and he reached out to pull both of the elderly people in a hug. He kissed their wrinkled cheeks, muttering many, many thank yous. "You don't know how much this means to me." He told them with a grin plastered across his face. "Thank you, so, so, so much." He repeated, grabbing the old heel from his grandmothers hand. It was a stiletto heel, probably 6 or 7 inches tall. The Russian boy couldn't even imagine his 60-something year old grandmum walking around in the heels, and he really, really didn't want to.
Only a few short minutes later, Vladimir was a short distance from Desislava's house. Tossing the shoe aside and shoving his hands in his pockets, Vladimir started walking towards the house that he'd been to a few times before. He wondered how she'd react to the fact that he was getting married in a little over a year and his wife was already chosen. She had to have heard of Anzhelika, because the girl was only a year above them, and in the same house. He'd never seen the two girls interact, or heard them talk about each other, so he figured they were only acquaintances. At least, he hoped they were only acquaintances. Vladimir didn't know what he would do if Desislava didn't like his soon-to-be-wife.
He arrived at her front door and knocked softly. The boy really hoped that her parents didn't decide to answer the door, as he came unannounced, and that would be an awkward situation. But as far as he knew, they both had day jobs, so they didn't have a reason to be home in the first place. When no one came to the door in the first few seconds, Vladimir knocked again, a bit harder this time. "Desislavaaaa." He sang, continuing to knock on the door. Once he felt that he'd knocked enough, the wizard stood back and waited for his friend to come to the door, adjusting his hat on his head as he did so. After his bangs were pushed back under the beanie, he slipped his hands in his pockets again and let out a breath of air, humming a soft tune under his breath.
