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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 9 2017, 02:26 AM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
It was barely afternoon, lunch had been wrapping up in the Great Hall some time ago when Dmitry decided to head towards the music room early. There was a brief meeting today, possibly to see if they had any new talent joining them amidst the plethora of first years that were sent sprawling about the castle since start of term. Some older students seemed unhappy when a first year came clumsily asking for directions, but they all tried to hurry them out of their space all the same.

Dmitry, a Prefect, was often stopped by the younger students and asked where their next class was. And while he too could feel that momentary hint of discomfort, the reflexive, rhetorically self-posed question of "Why are you bothering me right now?" staining the forefront of his thoughts, he'd happily oblige them. They were always so grateful, and that felt nice for Dmitry.

To be thanked, that is.

Dmitry just saw happy kids enjoying fresh experiences, their faces alight with a jovial radiance that can only be associated with childhood naivety. It was precious. He wished other students weren't so judgmental of their dependency. But that was clearly too much to ask of most of the older students...

Dmitry arrived in the music room nearly half an hour early, with not a soul in sight, not even their instructor could be seen skulking about the room. So Dmitry took it as a chance to pace beyond the desks towards the rear of the class, where there lie an assortment of cabinets and other storage for many brass instruments. But raised on its own platform, covered in a fine white sheet to protect it from dust... was an immaculate piano.

His fingers clutched at the fine fabric and tore it away, letting it slip over the edge and onto the floor. Quickly enough he opened the lid and raised the prop to hold it aloft so that he could inspect the tune of the strings, before plopping down on the bench and tugging it forward slightly, flexing his fingers and weighing his options: Which song spoke to him, right now?

Four strokes into the score and he could feel both the uplifting tone building him up, only to be doused by a more somber melody that eventually left him with mixed feelings.

It was good to finally be back at school, but looking ahead and realizing they only had two years left...; it couldn't fill him with that feeling of fulfillment it did for others. Once he left, he'd never have the chance to speak with most of his peers ever again; never introduce himself to pleasant strangers; never be able to confess his love to the most elusive babes or studs...

He'd been here six years, and for the first time since beginning, he felt like he'd wasted every moment of it. Six years of studying without any recreation. And now, with just short of two years left, he realized just what it was he'd squandered: His life.

Okay, admittedly he was being a tad too dramatic.

But he couldn't keep going on like this and pretend to be contented. It saturated every fiber of his being with dread.

It was a cruel irony that one with his gift so clueless as to how he might go about changing the parts of himself that weren't physical, but the true expression of himself beneath the superficial: His personality. How-and what-do I change?

He needed to start actually putting some thought into it, or the days would roll past without him, and Dmitry would end up graduating with nothing but regrets. His fingers were tracing sloppily against the keys just now, fudging up the last few notes as he mentally berated himself for being clueless...

His hands fell away and he looked at the keys dumbly, as if looking to them for answers he was never going to discover himself. Either they'd cough something up or he'd bore a hole through them with his glowering stare alone.

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BY MITZI
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Glesni Carrow
Nov 9 2017, 04:50 PM
show me a hero
Dark case on her back attracted quite a bit of attention from students moving out of her way on the staircase. Black case seemed large and heavy, although under it, young woman's back did not bend the slightest. Even if one was not personally familiar with her, Glesni Carrow had a demeanor of proud, cold and distant, spoiled child, taking pride in her last name of widespread contempt, because she could, enjoying the wall people would run into, head first, each time they've attempted to point it out in a negative manner. Such performance provided her with peace and serenity. Give or take few people that were the exception to the rule, but she found them a nice refreshment to dull, predictable behavioural pattern people would fall into around her. She paid it no more mind now than she usually did, as she stepped off the moving staircase at the fifth floor, followed by glares and discreet giggles from the passing portraits.

Orchestra practice was one of few things that did not have her roll her eyes with realisation that conversation of any sort would not be as easy to avoid. Wonderful feast, however, put her in a good mood. Food of her choice often managed to affect the way the rest of her day would go, and this time, the elves outdid themselves. Rare pleased expression floated across Glesni's face as she moved through the hallway towards the music classroom. Closing in to the door, she was able to hear a faint sound of piano. It took several more steps to realise the melody was more vigorous than it seemed, somewhat restless and angry. Dragged in by curiosity, unlike every other time when her entrance would have been careless and somewhat grandiose, she took her time approaching slowly, peeking in first, before she stepped in, recognising the figure bent over the keys.

Using the sound coming from the instrument to cover her steps, she made her way behind Dmitry's back, towards the table, laying her cello and unzipping the case, smirking at the sound that soon slowed down, coming to the fitting conclusion. Taking out the well-maintained black cello along with its fiddle, Glesni made her way to take a seat comfortably, placing the instrument properly for tuning. She respected her colleague's moment of silence right after he pulled his hands away from the keys, remaining seated, his head hanging somewhat lower than it was of her liking. Her voice was soothing and even, nevertheless with a clear, controlled melody to it.

"Why the long face, my intended", she teased with a light smirk, studying the body of her cello. Even though sounding serious, the joke would have been clear to Dmitry, familiar with its origin. In the beginning ashamed by the way it was presented, now she did not fail to ridicule it whenever she managed to. It wasn't fully a bust, however. Mister Voronin was a rather amusing person to know. Who would have thought? Unknowingly, doing something wrong, her dear father did something right; managed to force his daughter to socialise and this time, it wasn't half as bad.

"Need me to spare a hex or two? Anything for you."

Dmitry Voronin
and i will write you a tragedy
love, libby

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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 10 2017, 12:33 AM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
Dmitry's back shot upward, his whole body rigid and his shoulders tensed; he spared a sluggish glance backwards towards his guest, Glesni, before taking a moment to undo the knot in his gut. He hadn't expected an audience just yet.

When he locked eyes with them, his eyes were wide like saucers, though whether it was just because he was intruded upon, or because of her tone of faux endearment, wasn't entirely certain.

"Oh, it's just you." He turned back towards the piano and considered playing a few more keys, but now something odd crossed his mind. In his moment of stupor he'd discredited a few of those closest to him as something less than friends.

He'd never really asked what they thought of him. Dmitry had just always taken them for granted as something akin to study buddies or acquaintances. Maybe he was selling them (and himself) short by suspecting they didn't think of him like that.

"It's nothing. Just... do you consider us friends?" He was being genuine, but his tone might come across as disbelieving; he always just thought he was nice to have around as an intellectual rebound during tedious classwork. After all, he rarely saw any of them outside of class, except when they had homework. Not a lot of his time was spent roaming the grounds with 'friends', shooting the breeze. That just wasn't Dmitry.

At least not yet. His shoulders rolled and cracked, and he didn't look back at Glesni after that. He was feeling a bit flustered asking something so directly, and if he was being honest, the way Glesni could joke casually about the potential engagement her father and his grandmother had been conspiring towards (not that either of them were fond of the idea) made him blush. He wasn't used to making, or receiving, jokes like this.

But at least they were honest and forthright enough that it didn't feel like some impending doom. They were both up to speed with the other's opinion in the matter, and so the likelihood of it actually happening was slim to none. But the fact they could tease each other about it, instead of being petty and reluctant about it, definitely helped him feel more comfortable about the situation as opposed to feeling utterly helpless.

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BY MITZI
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Glesni Carrow
Nov 10 2017, 07:28 PM
show me a hero
She spared him a calm smirk and lifted her hand up in a defensive manner, wordlessly stating "Oh do not be alarmed little one. I come in peace", as he faced her with startled expression. True, she was light on her feet most of the time. Enough to manage to make her aunt jump more than once whenever she would walk in, or rather sneak in. However, it took true absent-mindedness of the subject to miss out on her entrance, completed with practice preparations. Ever since she had met the guy half year prior, Glesni believed Dmitry was overthinking up to the point where he would panic if the blinks of his eyes were out of rhythm. Of course, it was an exaggerated claim, but moments like those did not help the thought of it.

"Oh, it's just you", Dmitry responded briefly, non amused, before he turned back towards the piano. Well then that settles is. If she was unsure of things bothering their Perfect buddy, now she had little to no doubts about it. Fading smirk was quickly replaced by cocked eyebrow and a light frown.

"Ouch. My feelings.", she spoke up in a manner that was fit to a low-class actor having no sense of proper emotion in the required act. If she was to be completely honest, unlike at other times, such response caught her off guard coming from her colleague perfect, and her cynical one was a simple snap back at it, given without aggression. After the brief moment of silence, Dmitry responded to her question.

"Do you consider us friends?"

Well. That came out of nowhere, although it sounded as if it lingered on his mind for some time. Hard question, she thought as she curiously leaned forward over the cello. Regardless of him turning his back on her, she maintained an eye contact with his figure.

"It is a single, most rubbish question to ask a person like me, mister Voronin", she responded bluntly. A straight forward question called for a straight forward answer; the only type of answers she was glad to give, and the only type of answer she found fit to respond with to someone she had a hardly concealed respect for... If one knew where to seek for it, that is. Honesty was pricey and thus Glesni dosed hers drop by drop. Often she wondered how it was to simply let it all out through the dam. Wouldn't the person feel empty, giving away all of their good will to others that, more often than not, did not appreciate it. Maybe it was his issue as well. If it was so, she could relate.

"I am not exactly an epithome of a friend material, but then again, the word itself has many meanings", she chuckled, tugging gently at the tight strings of her instrument. "But I do know one thing for certain, mister Voronin", she raised her voice beyond a mumble, now sounding a lot more enthusiastic about it, leaning sideways to reach for the fiddle, spinning it in her hand until it posed in proper position. "I do know for certain that I do not offer to hex people for just anyone." Letting out a brief, moderate laugh, Glesni lowered her glare to the cello, seemingly in preparation to test the tune, but in reality allowing Dmitry to freely act without the inconvenience of her glare that she was aware of being rather inquisitive.

"I suppose that counts for something", she shrugged it off, pulling the fiddle gently across the strings back and forth, removing it right after, and reaching for the top of the dark wood neck, tuning it further. After a brief pause, she assembled her thoughts in a simple question. "But the real question you should be asking, Dmitry is", Glesni referred to him, still in the process. Fiddle. Simple sound. Back to the neck.

"Do you want me to be your friend?"

To her, it have always felt like a simple 'yes', or 'no' question, but these days, more than ever before, she began to understand why it was never as easy.

Dmitry Voronin (OOC: He is too precious, man. She can't be a meanie ;^; )
and i will write you a tragedy
love, libby

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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 11 2017, 02:17 AM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
Dmitry wasn't surprised how coolly Glesni was answering his prying questions. She went on ridiculing his choice of inquiry, iterating that she was hardly the sort of person to pose such a question to. And she called him mister, which honestly felt borderline condescending, even if it was technically an honorific. It made him wince slightly; it didn't feel appropriate.

But she recovered from it with a few encouraging words, and even reminding him that friends come in all shapes, sizes and colors. And that they all suited different purposes as a result. Not being his closest, most privy confidant didn't mean someone wasn't necessarily his friend. She also mentioned that she wouldn't advertise free hexing for just anyone. But she was still calling him mister, and alongside her coddling treatment of him, it made him flush slightly. It was much too formal for him.

"S-stop calling me that, it's weird... just say Dmitry."

Then she turned the question around on him, and the light flush became bolstered, reddening his face a tinge; he was glad his back was facing them, as they wouldn't be able to notice his rosy complexion burning fiercely. Breath hitched in his throat.

"I wasn't trying to–I didn't mean... ugh!" He felt somewhat guilty and even trapped; he wasn't trying to coax Glesni into being his friend. It was just a question of status: What were they, to each other? Maybe it wasn't easy to get his meaning across with just words. He took a moment, gulping down hard, the apple of adam bobbing down and up again as he swallowed.

"I just want to know what you think; I'm not trying to coerce you..." He pauses momentarily before pressing on.

"It's just that, I feel as though maybe focusing on my studies only was a mistake? That I'll leave school and... and everyone else will have people–memories–that they will fall back on, even when they're off interning somewhere, or learning some profession." He took a much needed moment to actually breathe before divulging the rest of his cumbersome worries.

"And they'll all have people to send holiday cards to, to catch up with. Hell, maybe even spend the holidays with! And I... I won't have that. I'll have graduated with a bunch of O's and E's, and maybe I'll get a job, but... What's the point of it, really?"

Another sharp inhale, before brooding somberly over the last detail. "Some people might not even remember me."

And I couldn't blame them if they didn't.

Without answering Glesni directly, Dmitry had managed to wriggle his way towards an indirect answer: Yes, he wanted them to be friends, for Glesni to think that without needing prompted. He also wanted more friends than just her. He wanted his world to be more sunshine and rainbows and unicorns. Was that so much to ask?

Sometimes he had to genuinely wonder if it was.

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BY MITZI
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Glesni Carrow
Nov 12 2017, 07:08 PM
show me a hero
Dmitry's flustered response to her question was a tad too much for her not to let out an audible little laughter that somewhat seemed in tune with some inaudible, yet fitting melody. Although aware, to an extend, where her colleague's rumbling will head, Glesni allowed him to speak of what he wished to, in a speed and form he desired. Coerce her? She tilted her head curiously, looking back towards him. The thought of him believing she was around simply because she felt sorry for him threatened to provoke another cynical laughter she was all too prone of, but she quickly bit her lip, finding it too distasteful to attempt. She listened to him, leaned against the cello. It was fascinating how a desire for closeness to other people made one insecure and weak. It made her wonder; when was the exact time she stopped depending on it? Treason. Must have been the proper answer. It wasn't until the second part of Dmitry's hasty speech, that her face turned softer, somewhat more emphatic and understanding of his struggle.

It was ridiculous how she could not make herself consider him a fool. Although it was the sort of priority that did not match hers, she knew how it felt to be in need of those that would appreciate you, how it felt to be recognised and, in the end, how it felt to be betrayed as a punishment for your eagerness. She had a hard time believing Dmitry, as nice as he was, would ever reach such state, but his words made her worry. There was only as many people having her worried, and even thought she hated the feeling of such form of obligation towards someone, Glesni believed influencing someone out of their stupidity was just as ambitious, and just as much of an achievement, as long as that someone was worth of it. Deeming someone worthy, was the tricky part, and so she remained picky.

Light huff came after a pout, blowing off strayed strand of hair from her face. That was just about enough self-pity for a day. Rolling her eyes at his rambles about his grades and lack of their relevance, Glesni placed her cello aside and stood up decisively, marching towards Dmitry as he wrapped it up with a grim thought of becoming a simple grey spot in everyone's class pictures.

"Yes, yes", she spoke up somewhat sharply as she was approaching him with a demand sounding in her steps. "And everyone sucks, life is bullshit, we're all gonna die, there is no God, all the puppies are dead and everything is horrible!", she spoke sarcastically, stopping behind Dmitry's back with a sigh, followed by gentle, yet notable slap upside his head. As a beater, although seeming feminine, Glesni had to apply a fair amount of control to the intensity of the slap, aiming not to cause actual pain.

"You're an idiot", she concluded calmly, with her other hand resting casually against her hip.

"Move over", she ordered, after a brief pause. Whether Dmitry planned on obeying it or not, Glesni was quick to take a seat, moving him over herself with a decisive, brief tilt of her body. Once she found herself seated next to him in front of the piano, she turned sideways, now facing him. If he was so stubborn to continue mumbling all of it to himself, she would be bringing her face to him instead. Although it was rather noticeable, she gave out no impression that she had notice inconvenience painted red on his face.

"If you need to be going around altering who you are, or making a fool out of yourself for someone, for that someone to welcome you into their little special group, then I have some bad news for you, Bonanza boy. You're looking in the wrong place", she frowned lightly, crossing her arms across her chest. "Which I am not surprised of, considering it takes you a dozen of bloody formulas to calculate whether one would be willing to be your friend or not", she chuckled, lighting up the tone of it.

"Your success is not what prevents you from having friends. It prevents you to have time to spare on people pretending to be your friends. Do yourself a favour and appreciate the opportunity you have not to meddle with such people. Some of us did not have enough will to spare us some fine nerves. Friends are not found. They are made, and it takes time. Search for people that search for you when they have no particular need for it, other than pure will to share something with you. It is not you that is the issue. They are just rare enough to make you worry, but that is what makes them different from everyone else." She nodded as if he was confirming her own words, before she turned towards the row of black and white keys. She had an opportunity to learn their musical secret, but she always preferred fiddle more.

"And you are also an idiot for believing that you are plain enough to be simply forgotten", she spoke again, pressing down on a key that let out a single tone. "I am bad with caring about people the way you do, but I can point out a good, worthy person when I see one." She pressed another random key, this time black, and the tone sounded. "Now, it is certainly not my place, nor I have will to pamper you every time someone hurts your little feelings." Another key, another tone. "But I will never give you a break for being harsh on yourself for someone else's sake. Whether you hate me for it or not." Wrapping it up with a press of multiple keys that sounded horrible together, Glesni laughed lightly and turned to Dmitry with the reassuring, crooked smirk.

"Does that make me enough of a friend to you?"

Dmitry Voronin (OOC: It is how she shows affection shhh)

and i will write you a tragedy
love, libby


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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 13 2017, 12:54 AM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
Dmitry knew he was being melodramatic, but with a history like his you could hardly blame him. But Glesni wouldn't know enough to recognize that, and that was best. She wouldn't coddle him with doting sensitivity. Glesni was blunt, and her words reflected as much. The smack upside the head was just for good measure. He rubbed at it soothingly as she forced words that were slightly more sharp, but he knew it was just how she was with others. She demanded he scoot over. And so he did.

It was a bit awkward at first, feeling the way the air almost sweltered between them, and he wondered just how red his face might be. But Glesni didn't have time for that as she set about correcting his misguided beliefs and worries. Clearly she didn't see his predicament as a mistake, but rather the absence of them. It was harsh, the way she scolded him and accused him of going about things wrong, but maybe he could latch onto a few of her sentiments and determine their credibility.

But it didn't do much to help him not feel sorry for himself.

Yet Glesni was not quite finished. And even though there was another 'you are an idiot' slapped in there, she was starting to scrounge out something along the lines of a compliment, or at least reassurance. She was able to build him up a little bit, though measuring and explaining herself thoroughly, and it honestly felt good to have someone speak to him like this. It was matter-of-factly but also considerate. It felt so damn surreal coming out of Glesni's mouth; and yet that made it more authentic than most peoples' words would sound to Dmitry.

She finished with a question that caught Dmitry while his eyes started to burn slightly: Does that make me enough of a friend to you? Part of him felt like it had still been forced out of her unfairly, and yet when his softened stare looked sideways into her stern expression, he somehow understood she must've been pretty serious about it. He gulped, eyes shimmering.

"Y-yeah... It does." He wiped at his eyes, which weren't running wet but were damp and hot with saltwater. He took a risk and slouched to his side against Glesni, testing the waters of what being a 'friend' entailed. Maybe this was going a bit far, but he figured she shouldn't have sat next to him on his bench if she didn't want his cooties. Thinking of it in such a childish way helped uplift his mood from the doom and gloom he'd felt earlier.

"...I like you. Er, I mean... h-how real you can be. I think it makes you a good person, even if you don't... think you are. And it makes you a good friend, because you don't let others fall to delusions."

His head shifted a bit against Glesni's shoulder, and he was looking away now, silently wondering if it would be so bad if they had no choice in getting married. But his heart didn't feel anything for her, and he was certain the feeling was mutual. Yet something about her seemed so familial to Dmitry; like she could help fill a hole in his life that had been empty until now. Like an older sister he always wished he'd had growing up.

Someone to give him a reality check when he was being too emo.

Silently he burned against her side, comfortably warm against her. Maybe he was getting too familiar with her, but this was part of that craving for kinship and kindred souls. For... love?

Maybe not love. At least not in the traditional sense. But in the way that friends cared when the other was wounded or distressed. The way they tried to ward one another from life's difficulties. The sort of love that wasn't an obligation to feel, but an elected decision to hold one's self accountable towards.

It was fulfilling to realize this was a massive first step towards improving his previously nonexistent social life. With that he was able to gather himself and withdraw from their contact, swiping at his eyes and offering in a croaking voice:

"I wonder where everyone else is."

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Clarisse Sharpe
Nov 16 2017, 02:59 AM
Clarisse & Song
Clarisse wiped what remained of her baking mess off of the counter and into the trash bin. The dishes she’d used had already been cleaned and put away while the cookies had been both baking, as well as cooling. All three sets of the baked goods sat in cookie tins stacked atop one another. Three kinds, three tins and thirty in each tin did promise for a filling day. She’d gone and outdone herself, but it was the first practice of the year of the year after all. She wanted to start the year off on a good note, and cookies were the best note possible to start off with. Naturally she expected leftovers, but her peers could be surprisingly ravenous at times… She finished tidying up the counter despite the protests that had come from the kitchen House Elves, the lot of them insisted that it was their job and be that as it may, she just didn’t like leaving her mess for anyone else to clean up, job or not.

The blonde girl glanced up at the time as she removed her baking apron, “Oh geez, look at the time.” There was a sudden note of urgency as she hung the apron up on one of the wall hooks and washed her hands. The girl hurried over to her bag and knelt down to double check that she had her belongings. The instrument itself was here in a protective carrying case, a cleaning kit, as well as a great deal of sheet music, both of her own choice, as well as songs that their instructor recommended they practice over the summer. Confirming everything she needed was present she slipped the strap over her head, leaving the satchel hanging down across her chest. Clearly rushed, she stood and in one quick motion she pulled her hair free from the hair tie. The puff took the tins from their resting place on the counter and into her arms as she hurried for the door.

“Thank you again” Clarisse called the House Elves as she moved, “Have a wonderful rest of the day.” She gained a few small smiles and waves as she hurried for the door. Another house elf stood there to close the door behind her, seeing as it was becoming increasingly obvious she needed her hands. “I’ll be looking forward to supper” She said cheerily as she passed him. “Just be sure not to spoil your appetite” He said chuckling as he closed the ‘doortrait’ behind her. Clarisse began to head over to the staircase, the first of many she’d have to climb. There was still some twenty-five minutes or so until practice started, but it would take a bit of time to get from the basement to the fifth floor. Even still she preferred to be relatively early at least, after all punctuality was always appreciated and she just hated leaving others waiting. Clarisse hurried on her way, humming happily as she went.

--

There’s a flute case in her hands and a jump in her step, a song playing in the back of her mind as she steps through the halls with one destination in mind. It’s the first time coming back to the music room this new school year, and Song’s desire to play with her orchestra members again is so great it feels like a physical itch. Or perhaps, a tug, like she’s an aimless piece of metal and the music of the orchestra is calling to her like a magnet. They haven’t even played anything yet, but the knowledge that they will once again makes her lips curl up with excitement, lithe fingers twitching to hold her flute as she hurries her step.

Song’s so distracted by the excitement in her welling like a wave that she doesn’t pay too much attention to where she’s going, and she almost bumps into someone because of it. Almost, being the key word here, because Song catches a flash of blonde hair like gold in the periphery of her vision when she turns the corner, turning on the brakes to her feet as she stutters to a standstill and takes care not to bump into-

Narrowly avoiding the other girl while in her rush up the stairs the one who had come rushing up from the basement dwelling chimed in with an apologetic tone, “Oh, Sorry I--” Song takes in the blonde hair that tousles past the girl’s shoulders, a heart shaped face the epitome of kind, and the pleased smile on her face shifts into something even brighter. “Clarisse!” Song chirps happily, amber eyes alight with delight as she greets a Hufflepuff friend. “I was wondering why it seemed like Lumos was cast for a bit- Your face always does light up my day.”

The blonde girl flushed and smiled softly at the compliment and at the girl who had given it. She was still never used to being on the receiving end of such things, but the transfer student really did know how to make her feel special, “Song! It's great to see you!”

“How has your summer been, Clarisse? Any new confections?” The other girl grinned in response, “Always something new and delicious. Gotta keep people on their toes.” The blonde said with a slightly teasing edge to her tone. She glimpsed her over noticing the carrying case in hand, “Off to orchestra practice? I'm headed there now, want to join me?” Clarisse inquired before gesturing toward her three tins with her head, “I've got cookies~” The blonde said in a sing song voice and a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.

At the mention of cookies, Song claps her hands in excitement, the action clumsy because of the flute case in her hands but still attempted anyways. “Merlin yes, I really missed your treats!”

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Walking through the hallways with Song by her side was pleasant. Not that it would have really been unpleasant or unbearable to come alone, but somehow having someone in your company made everything that much more enjoyable. It was nice to simply be with someone, not needing to do anything, not even needing to speak... As they walked, the pair of them snacked on a couple of the cookies she had in her midst and exchanged chatter. They inquired about each other's summer vacations in slightly further detail...

Over the summer she’d done a great deal, but Clarisse as always had to refrain from telling the whole truth. As far as Orchestra went, the girl had been practicing a great deal in her spare time, focusing heavily on transitioning between notes faster in order to match the tempo of whatever piece she was told to play. She’d been told there had been a notable improvement, and she hoped it would be something that would be apparent to their music instructor.

As for Song, her summer was one where she returned to her mother (because she knows she needs to come back sometime). Because of that, what she could do was a lot more limited, but her flute playing is something her mother approves. It was one good thing about her summer, because not playing over those months would have only left her rusty if she hadn’t picked up her wind instrument to play a tune. Instead, Song dedicated herself to the art of her instrument while she kept her magic off to the side, wand hidden away where her mother couldn’t see.

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As the pair approached the Orchestra room the doors hung ajar, and from within the classroom a set of voices could be heard. Even as she drew closer Clarisse didn’t pick up all that much of what they were saying, and she wasn’t trying to. There was a brief silence that hung in the air until a male voice cut in, "I wonder where everyone else is?"

She peeked around the corner only to see a pair of Slytherins sitting on the piano bench who seemed to be sharing a moment before stepping out, “Was that good timing, or did you just smell us coming?” The blonde teased, stepping into the classroom with the cookie tins in hand. She placed the three on a nearby table, “We’ve got pumpkin spice with marshmallow, peanut butter with chocolate chunk, as well as the chocolate dipped mint cookies” She said pointing at each tin relative to their contents. Clarisse opened up the mint tin and pushed it slightly forward with a wry smile in Glesni’s direction before taking one of the cookies for herself, “Dig in guys. But try to make sure you leave some for everyone else.” It was obvious there was no serious worry in her tone, just a slightly playful tinge to accompany her typical cheeriness.

As the Clarisse sets the tins down, Song smiles warmly at Dmitry and Glesni, waving to them as she stepping into the classroom right behind Clarisse. The Chinese girl pauses for a bit though, blinking as she studied the two Slytherins before a thoughtful expression crosses her face. “You know, I didn’t think you two could get more attractive than you already were, but you guys did it?” Because look at them, they’re both beautiful- It was fact before, and maybe time and distance makes the heart grow fonder, because now they’re more attractive than she remembers last. She casts a glance over at Clarisse as well, who is actually cuteness incarnate, before she just accepts that Hogwarts is full of attractive people and she’s weak to all their splendid faces.

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Glesni Carrow
Nov 18 2017, 08:33 PM
show me a hero
Dmitry's positive response lured out a content smile out of her. It seemed that the guy was fairly surprised, or simply relieved being able to confirm it in such way, and Glesni nodded approvingly. She thought of his teary eyes and hesitant posture as a positive thing, and even when he decided to carefully lean against her, testing the waters of her personal space, she found it not at all awkward. It was most certainly the fact that brotherly figure she had found in Dmitry, made her weak, though in a positive way. Accepting him in such way, made her feel at ease, almost as much as when she held her own brother in her arms for the first time in years. After breaching slight awkwardness caused by the touch, Glesni relaxed, allowing him to settle comfortably, playing to his tact.

Involuntarily, she let out a small, sarcastic sounding chuckle, as he expressed his appreciation of her as a person. What was such wonderful human being doing in her presence. It was rather ridiculous, although sweet at the same time.

A good friend. Dmitry's definition of it, she believed, was on point for someone mature enough to understand that one can have friends all alike in celebration and happiness, but in their sadness and grim, they are able to truly see scarce real ones hiding in the flood of phonies. As he related enough to lean his head against her shoulder, Glesni smirked, reaching up and rustling the hair on top of his head.

"I like to think that whoever sticks around me at least deserves my honest opinion. You should be worried if I compliment you where credits aren't due." Giving out empty compliments was easy enough and served to make shallow people content and away with their one-hit ideas. She appreciated what was broken, frayed, with a certain dose of charm of an experience to them, those with a history of mistakes and flaws. They were real.

"There is no perfect person, she concluded."But I as much hate seeing intelligent people of great potential hating scars they've been given, just as I hate vanity and comfort." Not being a person of many words and long speeches, Glesni believed it was enough to clearly present her point to her colleague that rested against her. He was flawed beyond repair. Just like her brother. But at the same time, he was beautiful with all of his dents.

She couldn't help but feel happy for his serenity, even if it meant that he felt like crying. It was not a bad thing, but avoiding more of the emotional turmoil, she mentioned nothing of it. He would've talked if he found it worthy, and unless it was taking a negative toll on him, she respected such distance. She was certainly his friend as long as he desired to have her around. Surprisingly enough, her mess of a father did something right, although for the wrong reason. Dmitry was a rare finding among the purebloods.

She did not mind the silence that fell upon them, as she sat there patiently, allowing her... well... friend (it still sounded ridiculous to be able to say so without a grain of doubt), to take all the time he needed. Glesni fiddled with the troublesome part of her uniform until Dmitry sat up, looking around. "Oh I am sure they are only late", she responded briefly to his generally asked question, but as if it summoned the missing, right after her response, Glesni jerked lightly at the sound of ringing female voice chiming in. Smell them coming? Now that was an original way to put it, she thought, before she turned around to lay her eyes on piles of freshly baked cookies carried by one of cheerful Hufflepuffs, walking into the room.

Lifting herself up from the bench where she sat next to Dmitry, Glesni brushed her skirt and nodded in greeting."As a matter of fact, we were expecting you", she smirked, answering to Clarisse as he approached the table to examine the brought goods. Darn, they all did smell divine. No matter the grump, she believed everyone loved freshly baked cookies, and she herself was no exception. As Clarisse described all the flavour combinations on the plates, Glesni's smile grew wider. She liked the sound of all of those, but she especially favoured the last kind. Chocolate and mint was her absolute favourite combo with raspberry combos in cakes being only close second. Even though hiding it fairly well, her mouth was already watering at the smell and sight of all the goods, and as soon as Clarisse gave out the permission, she reached out towards her favourite kind."Oh don't mind if I do. They look and smell amazing", she complimented the girl. She truly knew how to outdone herself every time.

Taking a bite out of it, made her mostly neutral face soften greatly as she savoured the flavour and nodded in approval. "I believe this time we will forgive them running late, shall we?", Glesni referred to Dmitry jokingly, cocking her eyebrow and taking another bite, leaning against the table where their Hufflepuff colleague placed the cookies. If others wouldn't appear soon enough, she could not guarantee they would have much to come to.

Bringing the mint cookie up to her mouth, she halted as she bit into it, once Song threw an unexpected compliment at both her and Dmitry. She blinked few times, with cookie still half way in her mouth, unsure how to respond. Finally deciding to bite it off, Glesni chuckled, quick to swallow the piece before she responded with an obvious dry humour. "Why thank you, my dear. I know. I've worked on it, and I know I am leagues away even from him", she gestured towards Dmitry with her cookie hand and a wink. "Tough task, I have to say. He is too good", she added, throwing in the last piece of cookie, before she reached to snatch another one.

"So, how is the jolly pair after the break?"

Dmitry Voronin; Clarisse Sharpe; Song Jin

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love, libby

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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 19 2017, 01:13 AM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
At Clarisse's suggestion of whether or not he'd smelled them coming, he obliged a few sniffs at the air like an exaggerated dog breathing at a familiarly pleasant scent. But all he could smell was the dusty room and the various hardened leathers used for casings. He didn't even think he detected any hints of perfume, which was preferable to Dmitry considering some perfumes gave him difficulties breathing. "Nope. Just a lucky coincidence." He turned his attention towards them and gave a faint smile, though he wasn't quite enthralled by the lure of cookies. He'd been showing Glesni a vulnerable side of him only moments prior and he was busily trying to cover that up and give his eyes time to settle before getting anywhere close enough for Clarisse or Song to inspect too closely.

But when the cookies became unleashed he could smell them as they met the open air, and they smelled good. He had a bit of a predicament though: How to get them over to where he was without moving, and also without touching them with his fingers. He absolutely loathed the idea of getting his piano keys greasy even slightly, it would put him off the instrument until it was cleaned.

Distracted from this dilemma as Song made a point to compliment them, he rolled his eyes upwards and away despite the persisting pink tone to his cheeks. Freckles popped into existence upon the bridge of his nose and cheekbones before fading and reappearing a few spaces away spontaneously, as if they were dancing around, emulating the shimmer of starlight in a black sky. Flattery that was too direct had that effect on him.

Glesni only added to the problem, though it wasn't so bad.

"Hope it wasn't any trouble making these for us." Dmitry finally felt like he could approach them now that Glesni had formed a slight buffer between them, so he made a line for the cookies as well with his arms tucked crisscross against his chest. Chocolate and peanut butter was something he had a weakness for, that's for sure. But they could be so greasy...

Refusing to touch them with his hands, he leaned down as if bobbing for apples and plucked his poison of choice from the assortment with deft lips that pinched his target before he pulled away, withdrawing with a cookie hanging mostly out of his mouth. Somehow he kept it from falling out of his mouth while eating away at parts of it, giving Clarisse a double-handed thumbs up in approval before taking the whole cookie into his mouth and chewing it, the gooey remains compelling his cheeks to puff out sideways. "They're good. Not that I expected anything less." His table manners could use some practice since he was speaking with his mouth full, although he managed to keep it contained; he just wasn't sure how much of that they could understand and what had been lost to the garble of peanut butter and chocolate he was slowly chewing away at. He swallowed it moments after.

His tongue scraped away at insides of his mouth for the last few traces of Clarisse's hard work. After practically polishing it all away he remained standing among Glesni, Song and Clarisse, although he felt somewhat out of place. So many girls; it was kind of smothering him. Especially without a Professor around.

"What do you guys think about Professor Langley? He's my Ancient Studies Professor on top of History, and he's been really cool with us so far. Told us we'd get to learn Egyptian spells by Christmas; if we're not too slow, that is. I can't wait."

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Clarisse Sharpe
Nov 19 2017, 08:07 PM
Clarisse Sharpe
the puff of nightmares

Glesni seemed to warm at their intrusion, playing along with Song’s blunt compliments. Dmitry however seemed to be abundantly uncomfortable. The blonde sympathized, though Song’s wording could be awkward, but it was how genuine she was in everything she did that made her so precious. Even if something might not flow quite right, or some off as strange everything she said seemed to be something she meant, and had very little filtering involved. Clarisse loved that about her. "Hope it wasn't any trouble making these for us."

The metamorphmagi said approaching rather warily, “No trouble at all. Even if they were, as long as they’re enjoyed, it’s never wasted effort” The girl replied cheerily and she threw the last half of the small mint cookie into her mouth to be devoured. The slytherin girl present was also indulging, reached for a second as she turned her focus on the pair of newcomers, "So, how is the jolly pair after the break?" Clarisse glanced up at her and swallowed the cookie that she was chewing before replying, “Summer was relaxing, but I’m happy to be back.” She admitted.

It was something of a half truth. While Clarisse was certainly happy to be back at Hogwarts among peers and professors, the girl’s summers were hardly ever relaxing. To make matters worse, in recent years after a minor Durmstrang cover up, they had nearly doubled their workload and lessons, and Jasper was being especially hard on her. He demanded she cut in even to her free down time, which she of course gave up without question or complaint. He was having her work on memory charms most of all, and she had to wonder if it was standard for the three of them, or if he was afraid she might trip at the finish line.

Aside from that, she’d studied, practiced playing, as well as various kinds of magic. Of course she and her siblings spoke about their school years and any important events that occurred. Eren was the most begrudging to speak, whereas her sister Lucille went on about how she had got herself a boyfriend over the last year, apparently his name was Negan. It made Clarisse wonder what she was up to, seeing as she had been hitting on some Glen guy in recent memory. But it was not her place to inquire, and if it became an issues the Ministry would resolve it.

Dmitry made his own move toward the tins, leaning his face down and plucking the cookie up with his lips. Quickly, he scarfed down the cookie without even using his hands before shooting her a pair of approving thumbs up. After which he continued to devour his prey without his hands. Admittedly it was rather impressive, albeit a little silly looking, "They're good. Not that I expected anything less." He said, his voice slightly muffled by the treat and his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. She held back the slightest of chuckles, and instead simply smiled wide while flushing happily. It felt nice to make something and have other people enjoy it, their delight really was its own reward.

After a few moments of silence, Dmitry spoke again, his voice clear this time, "What do you guys think about Professor Langley? He's my Ancient Studies Professor on top of History of Magic, and he's been really cool with us so far. Told us we'd get to learn Egyptian spells by Christmas; if we're not too slow." She smiled at the recollection of their first lesson and his introduction, happy to be in both classes taught by the professor. “I really like Professor Langley, he seems as eager to teach as some of us are to learn. I think that’s a really good trait to have. Too often it’s overlooked as unimportant.” She mused aloud.

“I remember the Potions Mistress not long ago was missing that. She always acted like she didn’t want to be there, or bother with us. Despite that, she really knew what she was doing, but Professor Ashton didn’t seem have any patience at all for those who didn’t understand immediately… She was intelligent, but a little mean sometimes...” Clarisse said with a slight bit of sheepishness in her tone as she plucked one last peanut butter treat before moving over put her things one a chair, “Whereas Professor Langley is friendly and nice, but seems to have enough of a backbone that people won’t take advantage or walk all over him. It’s a good balance.”

With a single hand the girl unzipped her bag and played her sheet music on the table beside her, snacking on the cookie she had in the other hand as she did so. Once she had finished her snack, the girl pulled out her wand with her left hand, pointing it at her right, “Scourgify.” Any crumb or leftover residue vanishing before her eyes, and following that she put her wand away. She placed her fortified carrying case on the table tops, leaving unopened for now.

She took one of the music stands, and began to set up some of her sheet music to review. The girl hesitated in playing it however, with the worry of interrupting any conversation going on around her. Instead, after setting up, she left her delicate instrument in its box and sat there looking over at her peers, listening to them and waiting to chime in when she felt it was appropriate.

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Song Jin
Nov 23 2017, 02:06 AM

been reading books of old
the legends and the myths

Has Song ever mentioned how much she loves freckles? Well, she loves freckles. Dmitry's freckles especially, because they move and twinkle like stars, mesmerizing constellations that she could stare at for forever. The smile that appears on her lips at causing this reaction is an infinitely pleased one, because this is one of the reasons why Song flirts; people are absolutely adorable when they're flustered. A blush on their face adds more to what they already were, and Song's a lover of everything beautiful, so why shouldn't she give compliments? It gets her a smile at best and a confused stare at worst, costs nothing and has a possibly result of everything.

Song gives a crooked little smile at Glesni, nodding along and sharing her own summer after Clarisse does. "It was alright, how was yours?" The first part is more lie than truth but- Song's a liar when it comes to things regarding to herself, someone who will spill whatever she's thinking right up until it's something more serious. (It's kind of hilarious, because here's the thing; she craves truth, claims it's one of the only thing she wants yet- She's a shameless liar.) These kinds of thoughts are only privy to her though, and Song's smile betrays nothing, not even the wry lilt of her thoughts.

She lets out a soft hum as she grabs one of the cookies Clarisse brought for them all, munching on it contently as Dmitry and Clarisse chat about the new professor. Well, the History of Magic one, since they had three. She actually quite likes Professor Langley herself, he's sweet and tries his best to make the class interesting- What else can she do but appreciate him? She keeps quiet in lieu of the cookie in her hands though. It's one of the pumpkin spice and marshmallow ones, and it melts in her mouth the moment she starts chewing. She closes amber eyes for a second as she lets the taste of pumpkin spice envelops her tongue. Like a symphony in her mouth- She loves Clarisse's baking, she could write etudes to the magic this girl puts in her goods.

She opens her eyes a few seconds after closing them, and those amber orbs then flick over to Glesni. She awaits an answer to her returning question on how her summer's been, happy to keep quiet and eat her cookie while she waits.

When she finishes the cookie, she quietly casts scourgify on herself so she won't be dirty when she takes out her flute.

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Glesni Carrow
Nov 26 2017, 11:31 AM
show me a hero
Glesni nodded to the responses she had received from the girls, tossing the last piece of the cookie in her mouth. She didn't bother to question their brief, general answers, as it was way too much bother for no significant cause or rather, non-rewarding waste of energy. She did wonder, however, were the two aware of how it did not blend in well with their overall jolly image. Well, she at least could relate. Her own vacation situation, in general, was never really something she misses upon returning to school. This year was somewhat better than the last. 'Somewhat', still did not mean it was a thrill. So when she herself was asked the same question in return, Glesni offered no additional effort to sound overly enthusiastic about it, but at the same time, found it very hard to lie as well.

Well, let's see here... What would they wish to know?

That her quality time with her aunt has come to an end now that she had no reason to stay away from her home in London? Maybe that her mother was no less of a puppet and her father even more of a jerk would be more interesting to talk about? How she was away from home as much as she possibly could? Or maybe how she visited her brother she just got to know properly, in his room in a mental institution. Now that was is a story material! Oh wait! Maybe having her wedding planned without her would have been the drama they were seeking to hear? Yes. Certainly. Maybe...

"The usual", Glesni shrugged. "Pretty slow. "Happy to be back as well", she smirked to the girls, topping it off as she tidied herself, and properly straightened her uniform in its place. Well, that ends that failed attempt for a proper conversation. Even though she was somewhat developing her infant social skills, slowly but surely, Glesni still had no bloody clue how to start, hold on to, and actually enjoy small talks with no particular constructive conclusion. It was awkward. A little less with the people she was familiar with as they were apparently already familiar with her, but still awkward enough to have her confused and slightly irritated. Was it really that hard?! Merlin's beard, she had mastered potions, dark arts, bloody cello, world of herbs... What was so hard and wrong in casual social interactions? Can't they just get on with the practice? That way certainly no one would require her to talk much about unrelated things and it was so much easier. Sitting behind the cello and fiddle the strings seemed like a safe haven right about now.

Luckily, one could always count on her housemate to lift things out of the gutter as if he knew when such aid was required. Bless his heart. Cocking her eyebrow, she observed Dmitry, leaning head first into the pile of cookies. "What the hell are you d-", escaped her as she leaned sideways to get a better glimpse of what was going on. Without using his hands like a proper human being, Dmitry grabbed a cookie from the pile directly with his mouth for, what she had assumed to be, hygienic reasons, although from the top of her mind she could remember at least a couple of spells fit to clean up the mess, but no sir! Dmitry preferred doing it the awkward way.

Shaking off with her head, Glesni let out a chuckle as he complimented Clarisse's cookie skills with two thumbs up and full hamster cheeks. What a dork.

"Indeed", she agreed, leaning back against the desk. "They are wonderfully made. Thank you", she complimented briefly. Few moments more passed in silent munching, before Dmitry once again broke the silence, asking of their opinion on the new professor. Well... he was a professor. That was basically the only important thing, in her opinion. How he was as a person, concerned her little to none at all. She would argue there was many twisted minds back in Durmstrang, providing her with such knowledge she would be forever grateful about and then the opposite; those of sweet personality and care, teaching her none at all. She would argue professor Langley was in the golden middle, but it was still too early to tell for sure. She smirked lightly, listening to Clarisse excitingly praising the man. She wasn't wrong in many things, however, Glesni believe it was mostly personalised and far-fetched regardless. They were simply too easy to impress. Nothing wrong with it in the long run, maybe, but it certainly affected the overall judgement sooner or later.

"Well", Glesni chimed in, crossing her arms in thought once Clarisse finished opening the room for her to respond to the question asked to all of them. "He's...alright. I guess. As long as he aids me fix my History grade, I am fine with him", she added with a smirk. Reading it only from the books, the History of Magic was a boring subject with no challenge to it and nothing fresh to touch. Their ancestors were put on steaks. Great. What else is new? Nothing. Nothing is new. It's history. It will always stay there. How can you take something as static and make it dynamic and interesting? He was ought to know, she supposed. Otherwise, her grade will not be seeing any of it's necessary improvement as it was her only grade under E.

"He is a bit on an unusual, hyperactive side. I suppose I simply an not used to facing such professors. Not necessarily a bad thing, however", she concluded, turning briefly towards the door to the practice room. "But what I do know now, is that he is late!" Waiting was always a waste of time, and a small talk with those present went only as far to feel her good about the procrastination. "We should start regardless", she suggested. "Not like he would be playing our instruments for us either way."

Dmitry Voronin; Clarisse Sharpe; Song Jin

and i will write you a tragedy
love, libby


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Dmitry Voronin
Nov 26 2017, 03:24 PM
dmitry voronin
"i'm only human after all"
"It's our first meet since start-of-term, Glesni. It's not like we're supposed to be rehearsing or anything. He probably got caught up with some students, or something." Dmitry could easily tell that of the three surrounding him it was Glesni who appreciated him the least, possibly followed by Song and then Clarisse, who was possibly more thankful for Professor Langley than even he was. She'd given it a fair bit of thought for only just having been asked, after all. Dmitry just enjoyed Ancient Studies a lot.

History of Magic, on the other hand... Not his first choice, but having always made the cut pretty easily since enrolling at Hogwarts, he'd just stuck with it because he wasn't bad at it. Gave him more to do.

He rolled his eyes and meandered over towards his piano bench, feeling a bit lonely as he cast his gaze back towards the three of them still huddling closer together while the imminent sound of instruments being withdrawn from their casings would clamber throughout the room. A few years ago he was thankful he played an instrument that required him to be the furthest away from everyone else. Now it seemed particularly lonely, this isolation.

Flexing his fingers he began to delicately press the notes furthest to the left in a warm-up tune that progressively worked his way across the keys towards the other side. It wasn't a song, but it was precise and had a rhythm to it that was pleasant enough. Deft with his hands, the notes were not shrill or piercing, but softly rang out in a low humming as he pressed the pedal just before his feet to draw out the notes.

"Is there something any of you wanted to play?"

It wouldn't do well if they all started randomly playing their own personal tune: They would sound like a bunch of baboons randomly striking notes and keys without symphony. So he drifted off halfway through his warm-up and threw an inquiring set of eyes towards Clarisse, Glesni and Song, wondering if they had any favorite compositions from their prior years.

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Skylar Anderson
Dec 4 2017, 11:39 AM
Skylar Anderson
Life is chocolate, animals & journeys.
Skylar still had some difficulty navigating the moving staircases and thus had ended on the sixth floor instead of the fifth in her quest to find her fellow colleague, Will Langley. His office was on the fourth floor, so she had decided to make a run for it once the staircases seemed to have settled their mind on their new temporary positions. She could now make a beeline to the fourth floor and actually get things done before it was for dinner. It had come to her attention that some of the members in the Magical Creatures Club were also a part of the school's Orchestra. She wanted to arrange the schedule of their extra-curricular activities in such a way that the two clubs wouldn't interfere with one another, causing trouble to everyone. The way she saw it, those clubs existed to give the students a fun time after lessons and forcing them to coordinate two clubs in very short intervals between them would be exhausting and annoying to them. Thus her quest had began.

"Oh for Kami's sake!" Skylar mumbled in slight annoyance as she felt the steps shake under her feet and suddenly she realized that step was about to give away. Luckily she had grown up to think quick on her feet and she managed to jump at the last possible moment and thus didn't get sunk. She would have to remember this particular spot as well. She had heard about trick steps here and there, but she hadn't been able to memorize them just yet. Looking ahead of her once again, ready to continue her descend as she had glared enough at the devilish step, a smile lit up her face. The man she had been looking for was coming up the stairs.

Going down the stairs to meet him half way, she greeted him jovially. "Professor Langley. You're just the man I was looking for."

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