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lokeadius · « **on:** April 30, 2018, 09:34:13 PM »

"Oi, Nick. The train's rolling in, wake up." Circe jabbed her younger brother in the ribs, who had been sleeping just moments ago beside her in the compartment. She draped his robe over his head just as he was sitting up and he struggled to throw it off, glaring at her when he managed it and stood. Circe laughed and gathered Sven, her cat, into her arms, standing as the train finally stopped. "I'll see you after the Sorting. Good luck."

Nick huffed, tugging on his robe as he watched his sister leave the compartment and join several students walking down the hall to the exit. After a few moments, he followed and they all slowly poured out onto the platform. As the first years were gathered to make the trip over the Black Lake as was tradition, Nick accidentally ran into another first year because he hadn't been paying attention.

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oblivion · « **Reply #1 on:** May 01, 2018, 08:53:19 PM »

YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND —
She would have been an idiot if she had actually slept the entire ride. She watched the kids who were sleeping with a puzzled look. After all, though living with her mother, she had not seen all the beauties that Scotland had offered. Temnota had stayed awake the entire ride, watching with blue eyes the landscape. It was different yet similar to Russia, with the mountains yet not the soft white landscape. The train came to a stop, and with a yawn, the child had gotten up, stretching out as she walked off the train.

The Russian girl moved, watching as other first years crowded into the boats, and she was going to step into one when she felt a sharp shove and went crashing into the water as a small wave came up. She spat it out, turning her bag a different direction, and she coughed, due to something in it letting out a bark, in an attempt to hide it. For a flash of a second, it popped its cute head out, a white puppy with a red heart shaped patch, before a look from the girl made it stick its head back in. As soon as that was done, she turned towards Nick, raising an eyebrow with cold silver eyes. "If you wanted to introduce yourself, a 'hello, my name is....' or something similar would have worked, drook. Like this..." She let out a cough, and stuck her hand out. Sure, she was still cold and sopping wet, but she had decided to make a point. "Nice to meet you, I'm Temnota Romanov! And you are...?"

Lukyan brushed dirty blond hair out of his face as he lazily sat on the carriages. He had entirely forgotten why he had been out and about, but he figured he should get back to the school. In his lap was a silver tabby cat with green eyes, purring contently as he was about to doze off. And then, he saw a rather cute girl. Well, well, she should loved being summoned by a member of the great Romanov family. She had the most beautiful silver hair and green eyes, which sparkled like snow and emeralds. He might as well try flirting with her. Ah, a Gryffindor! He had to have a pick up line for that. Her sat up, his posture much more princely and elegant as he tried a pick up line. "Now, cutie pie, I know Gryffindors love saving things, so how about you saving your heart for me?" For effect, he winked and gave a small smile.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

lokeadius · « **Reply #2 on:** May 01, 2018, 09:28:52 PM »

Nicholas jumped, stumbling back a moment before trying to reach forward help the girl he'd just unintentionally thrown into the water. His cheeks warmed and he felt like shrinking back when other first years turned toward the commotion and the splash. "I-I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" he stammered out, more embarrassed than anything. It wasn't even technically his first day and he'd already messed something up. He'd seen a quick glimpse of the pup but had been too preoccupied with making sure he wasn't hit back. He had no idea what that word meant, it sounded like an insult to the boy. His shoulders dropped from their tense position when she held out her hand and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?" He was sure his face was still red and he only looked like a bigger idiot. Quickly he grabbed her hand and shook it. "O-oh. Nick. Nicholas Rhodes. It's... nice to meet you, Temnota. I'm really sorry I made you fall... now your robes are all wet!"

"Alright, everyone aboard, hurry it up!" The gamemaster called to the stragglers, some still curiously looking at the pair.

Circe had been chatting away with a younger Ravenclaw when they had passed the carriage holding Lukyan in all his Russian glory. Hearing that comment, she paused in her step and glanced over her shoulder at the Hufflepuff. She raised her brow and gave a short laugh, "Excuse me?" She turned completely around, rolling her eyes. "That's really the best you could do, Romanov? I know you wish, but I can assure you it'll only happen in your dreams. I imagine you think you can try to win my favor so I won't hit you so hard on the pitch, but I'm sure now I'll just be sending the bludger your way a lot more now after that horrible attempt. Watch out."

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oblivion · « **Reply #3 on:** May 02, 2018, 09:39:43 AM »

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A chuckle escaped the ebony-haired girl as he stammered, as if finding a justification for her accidentally crashing into the water. She blinked, frowning at the fact that he was blushing and appeared to be hiding himself. He seemed to not be confident, in the simplest terms. After he shook her hand, albeit it being wet, she put it down at her side. Her eyebrows raised at the apology. It was an accident, nothing more. “Well, Mister Rhodes, there’s no need to apologize. After all, it’s an accident. I’ll just dry the robes later.” She remarked calmly.

When the gamemaster called, she stepped into a boat with another pair and outstretched her hand to Nick.

Lukyan jumped upon Circe turning and saw her face. Oh no. Of all people che had accidentally hit on her? With a mental groan, he attempted to give a sort of sarcastic smile. Dang Gryffindors. They also thought they were better than everyone else. Well, that could have ended better. He let out a huff, stomping his foot as the fact that his pick up line failed. “Ugh. It’s you, Rhodes. I thought you were actually someone pretty for a moment. I wouldn’t want it to happen in my dreams! At least if you send the bludger my way, I don’t have to see you.”

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lokeadius · « **Reply #4 on:** May 04, 2018, 12:18:55 AM »

"B-but the ceremony-" Nicholas glanced over as the gamekeeper called and he realized he was suddenly a straggler of the group, along with Temnota. He pushed a hand through his hair, cupping it at the back of his head for a moment as he tried to collect himself. He really was making a fool of himself on the first day. Quickly, he leaned over and took Temnota's hand, careful not to knock her over again as he stepped into the boat. Sitting down quickly, he fidgeted in his spot as the boats finally began their journey across the lake. "You're really not mad...?" he asked the dark-haired girl, ducking his head slightly. She was rather calm about the situation, but he wondered if it was just a ruse.

Circe scoffed, rolling her emerald eyes. "Real original. Wonder how far that attitude will get you with any other girl here. Not that I'd imagine anyone's sparing you a second glance, either." She turned on her heel, robe billowing as the Ravenclaw beside her giggled quickly while they found a carriage to sit in. Climbing into one, she sat and Sven the cat stretched, spun around, and laid in her lap, giving a quicky chirrup before falling asleep again. The carriages began moving and soon enough, the students were pulling up to the grand castle that was their school. The chatting was louder there as kids filed in through the entrance into the Great Hall. When Circe got up, Sven simply leaped away from the carriage and meowed at her before making his own way into the castle. She'd see him soon enough, probably in the common room after the feast. Besides, it was rather improper to bring animals to the dinner table. Brushing off the stray cat fur on the front of her robe, the Gryffindor jumped down from the carriage and ran to catch up with some housemates as they all made their way into the Hall.

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oblivion · « **Reply #5 on:** May 05, 2018, 09:50:31 AM »

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Now, if the Russian was mean, she could have just let go of his hand and sent him in the water as well. However, that was not the case with Temnota. Instead, she watched him carefully as he came up and had watched his previous as such, the hand running through his hair. However, she had took a precaution and moved away somewhat as he stepped in, to not fall in the water for a second time. She sat down calmly, leaning back a tad, enjoying the sound of the boat going through the lake when his voice had snapped her out of her thoughts. This required a serious tone. She sat up, her silver gaze locking on to Nicholas'. She moved her head slightly to compensate for his ducking. "Oh of course, why do I need to be mad? First off, this will make a great conversation starter. And secondly, you didn't mean to do it!" Her gaze was kind, trying not be invasive, as she waited his response.

Tch. Well, it was no wonder why no one had dated the Gryffindor! After all, she thought she was so right and chivalrous. The Hufflepuff fixed his tie with a cough, and he soon retorted in a bitter and malicious tone. "Because they only have to give me a first glance and they become so nervous to talk to me." He mirrored Circe's body language and rolled his eyes. Whatever, he didn't need her or that stupid Ravenclaw. After all, they probably weren't pureblood anyway. They did not deserve the loyalty of him or his people. He stroked his cat, which looked oddly similar to Sven, except for having white patches. He had lovingly named her Serebryanyy but often left it at Sere. He looked towards the Slytherin sitting next to him and they two conversed before the carriage stopped. Sere meowed before rushing into the castle. Using a lint roller, he got the hairs off of his robe. He needed to look nice for any new Hufflepuffs. They may have been patient and understanding, but first impressions mattered. Plus, he needed to serve them somewhat, helping them learn the ins and outs of Hogwarts. Lukyan walked, albeit slowly, to the Hall.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

lokeadius · « **Reply #6 on:** May 05, 2018, 04:09:08 PM »

Nick chuckled and shrugged, the statement seeming to amuse him and make him feel better about the situation. "Yeah... I guess it would be a good conversation starter." He smiled at her, then looked out over the water for a moment before hesitantly looking back. "Do you have any siblings here at Hogwarts?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. It didn't hurt to get to know her better now, then. Soon they'd be stepping off the boats and into the castle. He was nervous about the sorting for fear of not being in the same house as his sister.

Once in the Hall, Circe quickly found her seat at the Gryffindor table, continuing to chat with her friends. Occasionally, she'd glance at the door, wondering just when the ceremony would start. She was excited about the ceremony as she had been last year, looking for the new members of her house, but she also was especially excited this year to see what her brother would get.

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oblivion · « **Reply #7 on:** May 06, 2018, 09:26:39 AM »

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A small smile appeared on Temnota's face as Nick seemed to relax, and then she finally shifted to leaning back in the boat, listening to the waters, not paying too much attention to the boy's comments. That siblings question made her sit up again, as she thought of how to best answer that question. Did she have a siblings? Yes. Did she like him? No. He could go ahead and freeze back up in Russia for all she cared! Her face just betrays a thoughtful look, and then she finally gives an answer. "Yes, a half brother. But we are not close." She says monotonously. The black-haired girl was about to ask him the same question when the boat stopped and she got out, quickly yet carefully. After she got out, she turned her head and asked, "What about yourself? Any siblings?"

Lukyan followed Circe, but took a sharp turn to his own table, the Hufflepuffs. It had been a miracle he had even been sorted into the group. After all, it wasn't like he displayed the traits in a way that was usual. He had sat down, waiting.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

lokeadius · « **Reply #8 on:** May 14, 2018, 09:50:39 PM »

Nicholas waited patiently for the answer and when he got it, his mouth opened only a bit to show his surprise. He shut it quickly enough and nodded slightly, but still curious. Despite their messing about, he was quite close to his sister and he didn't know of any siblings that weren't close. It was odd to him, at least. Blinking, he nodded quickly with a smile growing on his face again. Stepping out after her, he took to walk alongside her. "I have a sister. She's in Gryffindor... if I'm honest, I'm worried about being sorted somewhere else that's not with her." He glanced ahead as the gamekeeper lead them up the stairs and Nick wrung his hands together. They were getting close to the ceremony that would determine how their next seven years at the school would go. As a group, the first years and gamemaster crossed the lawn, entering through the castle's front entrance well after every older student had taken their seats in the Hall. They stopped and waited before the grand doors, waiting to be summoned in for the sorting.

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oblivion · « **Reply #9 on:** May 14, 2018, 10:15:27 PM »

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It looked like his curiosity would have to go unsatisfied for now. It was a miracle she even bared the Romanov name. She wasn’t supposed to, there wasn’t supposed to be a drop of Celtic blood through her veins— or, on the other hand, Russian. She thought the young boy was lucky, so lucky to have a sibling who cared for him. She doesn’t return the smile, instead having a thoughtful and forlorn look, a frown etched into her maw. At first, she didn’t reply, bitter jealousy leaving a bad taste in her mouth and an aging heart. Temnota forced herself to move on, shaking her head as she attempted to give a response. “I’m sure you’ll be in Gryffindor! And if not, just hang out with her. But you seem pretty brave, though a bit clumsy.” The Russian attempted to smile at her own joke, a prod at Nicholas. She walked slowly, carefully until they reached the grand doors. It appeared they were summoned in quickly. Romanov turned back, looking at the nervous boy, before attempting to take his hand or arm and to drag him... sort of, at least, in the Hall. Her silver eyes sparkled. Maybe this would help with his confidence issues.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

lokeadius · « **Reply #10 on:** May 15, 2018, 09:36:05 PM »

Nick glanced at her, sheepish in his silent response as he rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand. That was an understatement, but he wasn't about to correct her. He embarrassed himself enough already that day. Quickly, his gaze swiveled back to the grand doors as they opened. "H-hey, I-" he started as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled along by Temnota. He quickly fell silent, the hall hushing when the first years entered. He kept up the pace, careful not fall over himself or trip up Temnota. Nick looked about the place with wide eyes, barely spotting his smiling, silver-haired sister before he decided to glue his gaze to the ground after nearly tripping. His face felt hot and he was sure someone had snickered at the poor first year.

As the first years were instructed to stop before the small platform, his wide eyes darted up at the deputy headmistress, who explained they were to step forward when called to be sorted into their house. Nicholas glanced to his right toward Temnota, then down at their hands before he pulled away and wiped his hand on his robe. He unfortunately often had rather sweaty hands. There were a few cheers around them as the first few students were called up and sorted. Finally, "Nicholas Rhodes!" Attempting to steel his nerves, he smiled and very carefully stepped up to sit on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and all the eyes on him made him want to squirm on the stool, but he held stool as the hat muttered nonsensical musings into his head. Moments later, "GRYFFINDOR!" Feeling as if a weight had been lifted with the hat, he breathed a long sigh of relief as he beamed at his sister, who was doing her best to cheer the loudest among their housemates. Hopping off the stool, he hurried to the Gryffindor table.

"Temnota Romanov!"

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oblivion · « **Reply #11 on:** May 15, 2018, 10:41:21 PM »

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The girl had chuckled, at Nicholas’ apparent lack of courage. They had made it to their seat quickly, though the black-haired girl wanted to punch or kick the person who she thought sneered at Nicholas. She turned, eyes blazing with fury but she couldn’t find who it was. So she let out a huff, a mix of the two Gaelic’s falling off of her tongue.

She leaned back as best as she could, listening to the announcement. Alphabetical names, by last name. Ah. She would be one of the last ones. That was fine with her. She’d have to deal with her brother less, and wouldn’t be called first. She shut her silver eyes, waiting. However, as Nicholas was being called, and the two were fast friends, she wanted to listen to his house. Genuinely. So she sat up, a grin on her face, and watched the nervous boy become sorted. It appeared he was ready to die, it looked as if he wanted to move and just get it over with. She couldn’t blame him, everyone was watching him. As the call for Gryffindor was announced, Temnota looked at Nicholas proudly, a warm smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She clapped, whispering in Russian to herself.

And soon it came. Her turn. She had hoped she wouldn’t be placed in Hufflepuff. Temnota did not have time for her brother’s antics. She slowly walked up, her gaze lowered, somewhat unconfident, a bit scared as she forced herself onto the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed upon her.

A gold gaze locked upon her. He had disdainful eyes, a frown etched into his maw. He had hoped this little otrod’ye would not have gotten into Hufflepuff. He held loyalty to the house. It would be a shame if such a mistake was allowed entrance into his house.

Up on the stool, Temnota and the Sorting Hat were having an argument. The Hat had wanted to place her in Hufflepuff. She was kind, generous, patient, loyal, and fair. Traits that a Hufflepuff were known for having. But the girl would rather go and drown in the Black Lake than rather be in that house! C’mon Sorting Hat. As long as I’m not in Hufflepuff, I’ll play the piano for the entirety of time I’m at Hogwarts and I’ll help you compose your songs! The Sorting Hat eventually gave in, even making an audible sigh as it searched for a house for her traits. She was smart and clever. She also knew how to make comebacks. And she had a mind like no other... Six minutes passed. She was a Hatstall. And then... It let out a loud call, “RAVENCLAW!” And suddenly, she felt the same as her shy friend. A huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders and her head. A small smile appeared on her face, as she walked over to the table with her fellow Ravenclaws.

Suddenly, angry, upset, bitter— those were the words to describe the Russian she was hearing from the Hufflepuff table. She whirred, turning with wide silver eyes. Her gaze appeared hurt as she took in the words. “Вау. Посмотри на себя. Ты не попал в этот дом. Я так рада, ты грязный Келт. Нам, конечно, не нужно, чтобы вы разрушали величие Хаффлпаффа.” After that, a cruel laugh escaped Lukyan’s lips, his golden eyes shimmering as he moved across his table, gently placing his hand on the table cloth. Upon seeing Temnota’s hurt expression, he became even worse. “You do not understand what I just said, do you? And you dare call yourself a Romanov? A true Romanov would know Russian! Here, let me put it this way so you’re simple mind can understand it, otrod’ye. I am so glad you are not in this house. Hufflepuff. Why? Because. You aren’t worthy of being in it. You’re just some stupid bastard child Father had on an affair, you shouldn’t even be here. It’s a surprise that the magic gene got passed down to a filthy half breed like you.” His tone was menacing as he let out another cruel laugh.

That’s when a young boy, though likely a third or fourth year, kicked him. ”Oi, bampot!” He called, his thick Scottish accent sticking out. The young lad had a scar on his left eye, though his blue eyes were narrowed in fury. His black hair swept to his side and he huffed, swinging and punching Lukyan. “Is that really the first impression you’re gonna put on our house?” The boy roared. Lukyan collapsed, knocked out and with a bloodied nose. He turned to Temnota. “I am sorry, Miss. That is not how Hufflepuffs act. Please, I’d like to show you what a true Hufflepuff is like. If you need help, just call “MacTavish” in the hallways and I will be of assistance.” With that, there were many cheers and claps for the lad knocking out the narcissistic prince.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

lokeadius · « **Reply #12 on:** May 16, 2018, 12:35:06 AM »

Circe had made a spot at the table for her brother when he approached, looking much happier than he had been all day, with his worrying and nerves. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders as he sat beside her, shaking him slightly and ruffling his hair. He ducked his head, trying to shoulder off the attention, his cheeks pink. Still, he had a wide smile. The hall grew quiet again and stayed quiet, for what seemed like forever. Whispers started up about the five-minute mark and Nicholas looked genuinely worried for his friend on the stool. When her house was finally called a minute later, the cheers were the same until angry Russian cut through the noise.

Circe immediately turned in her seat to spot the boy at his table. What did his big mouth have to say now? Whatever it was, it didn't sound nice. His cruel words in English afterward reinforced the statement and she narrowed her eyes, jaw clenching. The air around them became very tense as the hall grew silent once more, listening to the Romanov spew his venom. The silver-haired girl's fists clenched. The nerve of him. He never had anything good to say, on top of that, he was really embarrassing whoever it was that was targeted at. She'd had the thought of getting up and shutting him up herself, but someone else from his own table had the same idea. Watching Lukyan getting socked in the face was the best thing she would see in a while, she was sure of it.

She joined in the cheers for MacTavish. "Students, students, be quiet!" It wasn't much that got them quiet, but they still chattered excitedly to each other after that display. Quickly, someone sent for Madam Pomfrey.

Nicholas couldn't believe what had just happened. His cheering for his new found friend was cut short by the incident and he could only conclude that was the brother she spoke of. When all was said and done, he had a little bit of insight into their situation and suddenly understood Temnota's previous comment about their relationship. Still, it was worrisome. He didn't join in the praising for the boy being punched, considering he hadn't even been paying attention. He stared at the table, trying to fathom what would lead someone to speak of their little sibling so harshly. He tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the table, frowning deeply. Even if Circe annoyed him at times, he could never draw so much hatred for her the way Temnota's brother did for her. In front of the entire school, no less. With a quick glance at the Ravenclaw table for his friend, he made a quick note to talk to her as soon as possible the next morning. He wasn't sure they would just a chance that night.

Madam Pomfrey bustled into the room promptly, getting someone's help to gather the knocked out Lukyan before making to the hospital wing with haste. With a glare at MacTavish, the deputy headmistress wrapped up the rest of the sorting quickly and the headmaster made his typical beginning of the year statement before the feast began. Nick was quickly pulled into conversations with the older students as his sister introduced him to her friends, obviously proud of his sorting despite the teasing.

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oblivion · « **Reply #13 on:** May 16, 2018, 08:55:15 PM »

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Charms class. First class of the day. Best class of the day. It was taught by the head of Ravenclaw, after all. It deserved some sort of special credit. With eyes sparkling and glowing, Temnota entered the class. She had on, proudly, her Ravenclaw robes. As her eyes scanned for a place to sit, she saw Nicholas and rushed over. “Hey, Mr. Rhodes! Mind if I sit here?” The girl asked, slightly blushing. She should still be able to focus around him. But she was really eager to be around her one friend.

That’s when another Ravenclaw, a young blonde-haired girl with green eyes, named Astrid Smith walked over. She had a menacing look on her face and pointed at Nicholas. “What a crybaby. It’s a wonder he got into Gryffindor! How did you even manage to get in, instead of going to the sniveling Hufflepuffs?” The girl sneered at her seat. Yeah. Temnota already didn’t like her, as Astrid made fun of her in her free time. Temnota turned, before looking at Nick with empathetic eyes.

Transfiguration class. A difficult class, but not like Lukyan would admit that. The young boy sat in his seat, staring at his book, and attempting wand movements. Maybe he could make himself look more beautiful. Or the Rhodes more ugly. Or he could turn that otrod’ye into a damnable cat! He chuckled to himself, staring at his short wand.

//Mobile. Lame starting post, I’m sorry.
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lokeadius · « **Reply #14 on:** May 16, 2018, 09:36:54 PM »

Despite his sheepish reluctance to accept it, Nicholas did rather well in the area concerning charms. It never took him long to get down the movements or the incantations. He simply just "got it". Still, that wasn't the only reason he was excited about the class. He was eager to learn more and they shared the class with Ravenclaws, so he was just as eager to get to see his friend. As he was pulling out his text, Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), he spotted Temnota's entrance and smiled as she approached. Carefully setting his quill atop the empty piece of parchment, he leaned forward slightly in his seat.

"Of course you can sit here, Ms. Romanov." He offered the formal address in return, tapping the seat beside him with a small nod. Quickly, the smile fell away and he looked at Astrid, mouth ajar and brows furrowed. He wanted to shrink back immediately, some stares making there way toward the three, but mostly at the shyer boy. "Huh, I..." His near silent start tapered away as he had no response to the girl's insult. His gaze dropped to the table in front of him and he twisted his head around the hem of his robe, chewing the inside of his cheek. Maybe he shouldn't have hoped so hard for his placement. He really didn't belong.

Circe would've rather been on the pitch instead of sitting in a class on such a nice day, but she had no room to complain or compromise. At least the material wouldn't be a total bore. There was a lot of fun things that could be done with transfiguration, she supposed. What really got her, though, was the supposed hard work it would take to actually do any of the cool stuff she'd devised in her head. She took a seat where a bunch of other Gryffindors settled in the back, setting her things on top of the desk. Catching a glance of Lukyan as she looked around, she squinted. She had forgotten they'd be sharing this class with Hufflepuffs. Normally, they were a good house, but he definitely was not a good guy. An outlier.

Pulling out a regular piece of paper, she scribbled a doodle that depicted her knocking him off his broom with a bludger and folded the paper into an airplane. At least, it had a pointed front and wings. Muttering the levitation charm under her breath, she sent the thing flying across the room at him, quickly slipping in her wand back into her sleeve and turning forward. She watched for his reaction out of the corner of her vision.

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