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Post by Serenity Whitney on Dec 2, 2011 23:58:32 GMT -5
It was another day spent in the magical world of Diagon Alley, shopping for school supplies for the coming year. The exotic girl loved Diagon Alley, for it always had new places to explore and new shops to shop in. She saw old friends, new classmates, and her feline companion strolling the streets in search of a mouse or two. Bast was very much a cat when she wasn’t lounging around the girl’s room acting like the goddess she had been named after. Now she was a hunter, scouting her mistress’s movements as the pair moved through the Alley.
Books, animal food for Bast and her horned owl Tameri, and some new cloaks later, the young woman found herself looking into Ollivander’s shop of wands. Having a wand of nine and one-half inches of vine wood and a core of phoenix feather, she was all set, but she liked to look at the others and feel their temperaments. Staying away, however, the young woman looked and walked on as her silver cat jumped up and curled around her shoulders. Both ignored the looks passed their way; curious eyes at the silver and black Egyptian Mau, lustful eyes at the half-Egyptian witch.
She walked into the Magical Menagerie to look at some of the animals there, and past the bank and the robe shop once more before she visited the apothecary. There, she picked up some of the magical herbs that she would need during school before heading to the Leaky Cauldron. Once inside, she took off her crimson and gold scarf and matching beret that her grandmother had knitted her, her silvery blue eyes looking around the tavern. Sitting at a table by the fireplace, she was greeted by the barkeep who gave her a mug of frothing butterbeer and a bowl of cream.
“Thank you,” she told the man, who nodded at her before she felt Bast rub her head against her cheek. Smiling, she watched as the cat got off her shoulder and sat on the table to drink her cream while the young woman sipped at her butterbeer.
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Post by Nikolai Tikhonov on Dec 3, 2011 1:29:05 GMT -5
Tap… tap… tap.
Drumming his fingers upon the wooden counter top, Nikolai waited. Sitting untouched next to him was a rather large flagon of mead, the froth on the top had become only a pale film over the top of the otherwise dark beverage. It figured that, as students were beginning to prepare for the new school year, in a time his son finally needed him around – he didn’t bother to show; or rather, had completely forgotten. To be honest, Nikolai wasn’t very surprised that Mikhail hadn’t shown considering he was sure that until it became time to pay for Nik’s school things he didn’t even recognize his own son’s existence. Not that he minded all that much, as when they did have to interact it was often cold and uncomfortable – neither person wanting to be in the other’s company for longer than necessary.
Tap... tap... tap.
He turned and looked into the flagon, taking a swig before setting it down with an unsavory clang. Well, if he wasn’t going to show – then Nikolai would just go it alone at his father’s expense. After all… the newest broom model had just come out and he wouldn’t mind having in his arsenal when it came to Quidditch season. Standing up, he brushed off his coat and adjusted his typical gray scarf before moving away from his barely touched drink. He walked a few steps forward before something caught his eye. A girl, wearing the unmistakable colors of the Gryffindor house, had come in alone to sit at one of the far booths.
Nikolai stood for a moment watching as she ordered a house favorite, butterbeer and quietly sipped on it. Figuring he really had nothing important to do at the moment, since his father had decided to stand him up, he’d introduce himself. After all – if they were in the same house together but didn’t know each other? Well, that had to be remedied. Turning on his heel he walked over slowly and stood just a foot away from the edge of the table. “Ahlo…” Nikolai began in his thick Russian. “My name is Nikolai…”
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Post by Serenity Whitney on Dec 3, 2011 2:20:09 GMT -5
Not really paying attention to her surroundings, Serenity let her mind wander while she looked into the flames. She heard the sounds of her cat drinking and small chatter in the common room, but her mind was elsewhere. It was back home in Alexandria, with her mother, who worked for the Egyptian government as a liaison between Egypt and the United States. She remembered making a garden with her mother despite the climates, growing roses and other exotic flowers and nurturing them, and watching as her mother taught her how to take care of them. It was one of her favorite memories.
Her mind shifted to her American father, who was wealthy beyond means as a jewelry mogul on the East coast of the United States. He raised horses in his spare time…along with gryphons in the magical world, and both she would ride to help him tame them and sell them. So lost in thought she was, she didn’t notice the handsome young man approach her, nor did she hear his greeting. When she heard his name, she blinked her blue-grey eyes and looked up at him, momentarily stunned by how handsome he was.
“H-Hello there, Nikolai,” she replied with a soft smile, almost shy with the corners turned up so demurely. Bast looked up from her meal, twitched her tail, and went back to drinking; such was the cat’s way. “I’m Serenity, but you can call me Ren.” She looked him over and spotted the insigna of her house and smiled. “You’re a Gryffindor like me! How come we’ve never met?” Feeling a bit more friendly, she gestured to the seat across from her. “Please, join me. Bast doesn’t bite, she’s very friendly.”
To make that point, the silver female lifted her body from the table and came to where Nikolai stood, meowing softly and batting his clothes with a paw to get his attention.
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Post by Nikolai Tikhonov on Dec 3, 2011 23:53:24 GMT -5
Nikolai looked down at the girl as she finally took notice of him, her large blue eyes shifting up to meet his own. For a brief moment she said nothing, almost as if disbelieving he wasn’t actually there. Though, as he looked down to her lips he saw them tug up into a light smile. Returning it, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ya, I am… and I vas just vondering zat myself.” Her smile widened and in the corner of his eye he saw her gesture to the bench across from hers. Following the length of her arm, he glanced to the seat and then back to her. Nodding, he slid into the booth and placed his arms upon the table. “I apologize if I am bothering you, I just couldn’t ‘elp but notice zat you are in Gryffindor – so I thought zat I should introduce myself.” Tapping his fingers upon the table top, he felt something tugging at his coat hem. Looking down he noticed a cat, silver with an elaborate spotted design upon her back, and he froze. Not so much about the fact that it was a cat… but that it was near him willingly.
Blinking, he looked up at the girl with a questioning glance but quickly masked it by a blatant indifference. Yet in his head he desperately wished for the cat to move away, before it caught the scent. Before it decided that the entire bar should turn their attention their way when a massive explosion of fur and claws erupted from their corner.In an attempt to shrug off an uncomfortable situation, he decided to change the subject – not giving her enough time to properly address his last statement. “I ‘ave to zay. You don’t look native, nor zound. Vhere are you from? If you don’t mind me asking.”
[god that sucked]
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Post by Serenity Whitney on Dec 4, 2011 2:00:46 GMT -5
His accent was so cute, she couldn’t stop smiling. He sat across from her and a small thrill ran through her. Would she be so lucky to make a friend at last? Sure, she knew people from school and talked to many people, but she didn’t make friends, not like some of the other girls did, and she acted more like a boy than a girl sometimes. “You’re not bothering me at all, Nikolai,” she told him with a shy smile. “Today’s just a lazy day for me, and I had nothing planned, so I’ve been walking around town today by myself. Oh, and Bast too.”
The cat in question sniffed the boy’s clothing and moved away, disinterested now. Ren wouldn’t know what the cat thought, but obviously the feline didn’t think anything of the boy other than he wasn’t of interest out in the open, but inside, the cat knew that the boy was trouble. The girl watched as her cat moved to curl around her shoulders once more, purring softly. Ren smiled and petted the feline’s head, listening as the handsome boy asked her about her heritage. She smiled at him, eyes crinkled at the corners.
“I’m not native, you’re correct,” she said, putting down her butterbeer. “I’m half Egyptian, half American. My mother works for the Egyptian government and my father is a jewelry dealer in the United States.” Her blood certainly made for an exotic appearance, as was shown in Ren’s face. “They met when my father was an exchange student in Alexandria. What about you? Your accent is distinctly Russian. From which part are you from?”
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