05-14-2018, 10:15 PM
YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND —
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
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