Dmitry didn't mind owing her one, whatever it was. He'd feel worse off if he didn't get these notes down, which Dmitry began jotting down in earnest as he looked between her notes and dabbed impatiently at the inkwell, all the while paying attention to the Professor. That's when she let it slip.
W-what? Dmitry heard someone snigger, and then he could hear someone else briefly muttering something too. All around him he thought he heard the other students murmuring under their breath. And it made him self-conscious, his face flushing red.
'Geez, he looks like a vampire must've ravaged him.'
'I thought it was just 'cause he's white as snow, but his neck, dude!'
'Yeah, he really IS a hickey-punk. Nice one, Summers.'
'Where's a nerd like that get a hickey from? I bet he faked it.'
Dmitry's peers crushed him with their reckless banter.
Even the Professor noticed the sudden hushed whispers of the class briefly, and singled in on Dmitry intently before their scrutinizing eyes narrowed in on the welts dotting his neck.
'See me after class, Voronin.'
Oh great, now I'm really gonna get it. Dmitry leaned against the table, burying his tomato face away from onlooking eyes. His arms cradled around his head in such a way that most of the sounds bouncing around the room were muffled before they reached him. From his little nest made of his own arms, he cast a seething glare Raina's way. Why'd you have to do that?
Really, it was a good joke; Dmitry couldn't help but find the play on words to be especially satisfying. It wasn't lost on him considering some of their notes pertained to these Hinkypunks, but whether it was necessary to bring it to attention was another matter entirely.
Dmitry groaned into the sleeves of his robe while he felt the blush spread to his ears, feeling a rush of cold as he perked up and resumed his notes. Well, if everybody knew about it now, there was no sense trying to hide it further, which was sort of liberating.
"Gee, thanks, Summers. You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome..." I'll have to figure out how to repay you...
As he continues over the notes, he can't help but notice that she does a decent job herself, and her writing is better than his chicken scratch. "Your notes are pretty good, by the way."
Dmitry shoves his own notes toward Raina, drawing attention to the normal case print that isn't as structured. But the quality of the information is all that really concerns him, and her details seemed an adequate shorthand. Obviously it wasn't word-for-word, nobody wanted to feed the Professor's swollen ego that much...
"They're easy to read even though they're cursive, I mean. I still can't do cursive very well, mine's a bit sloppy..."
Slipping the notes back to his side of the desk, Dmitry quickly crammed the bulk of the important notes and overlooked a few he'd already memorized well enough. He was immersed in the process, trying his best to ignore the snide remarks being directed at him from voices behind him in the classroom.
'Hey Hickeypunk, who you been snogging anyways? I gotta know.'