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Roleplaying as INPC Rodion Makarovich | Koldovstoretz | Charmer

Interacting with Aurora Ranvier

The Ranviers. What a disgrace to their once pure status by associating themselves with muggles. Disappointment, no, it was more of disgust spread like wildfire when he found out the Ranviers were no longer pure, as if it still mattered. But at least she is not a half breed. Almost thought that she was a half goblin or something because of how short she was. Even shorter than half goblins themselves, he would never consider her a family if she were. Prejudice.

Rotten, how dare she called the pureblood that filthy name, the only thing that spoiled was hers. As he turned around, a piece of bread flew towards his chest, then fell to the ground. What a waste. He needed to calm down, smile at her, play the good guy, as always, for now. “It’s Rodion, not rotten.” He rolled his eyes and smirked, still trying so hard to appear unbothered by the nickname, “But hello to you too, dear third cousin. And thanks for the-” he then crouched down to pick up the sad bread “-nice breakfast.” If they were not in Hogwarts ground, Aurora would have been hexed into oblivion. But it would not be great news for his father if whoever held the authority in Hogwarts sent a letter to the Makarovich seniors regarding his bad action. “Oh yes, I tried to do some face painting, quite nice, don’t you think?” Thanks to that bloody Carrington who had no control of her temper for causing a heel mark on Rodion’s pretty face, totally deserved it.

The day dawned crisp and clear with dewdrops still clinging to the grass. He sat on the ground and made a gesture to Aurora to do the same. “Are you going to stand there all day?” There was no doubt that Hogwarts was indeed a stunning place. Rodion wished he would attend this school instead of the gloomy Koldovstoretz. It seemed more lively and fun living in the old castle. He turned his head once again to the Ravenclaw, checking on the foods she brought from who knew where. “Do you have more bread?”

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Growing up being an only child was not fun. Her mother was always at work, if not, she would be in her home studio staring at the screen all day. Not to mention, after Josh came around, Aurora’s step cousin is annoying at best. Thus, the idea of having another cousin, whether it was second, or third, or fourth cousin whatever that means, was pretty enthralling. Though, her mother only mentioned their last names and nothing else. It was more like ‘Hey, if you meet someone with this name, say hi’, good thing there was only one person with Makarovich as their surname. Plus, Rodion is a pureblood, which means, it would be fun to create weird and false muggle facts and see his reaction. “But rotten and Rodion rhyme together, I don’t make the rule.” She sceptically eyed the ground, not wanting it to leave a dirt stain on her cream coloured midi skirt but continued to sit down anyway.

As soon as she stacked two pieces of bread together, she noticed something that should be in between each bread was nowhere to be found. She sighed in annoyance, “I left my chocolate”, then threw the stacked of breads at Rodion again, he was asking for it, didn’t he? Though he failed for the second time. Keen eye? More like a dull eye. He will not be a good seeker if he could not even catch breads, let alone a small golden shiny snitch. “Take it or leave it, I think you should consider the five seconds rule.” Aurora glared at the Russian boy whose expression emanated bewilderment. Pureblood, am I right? “The five seconds rule? Really? If you drop any food, it will remain uncontaminated by germs if you take it from the ground in less than five seconds.” Her eyes shifted to the dank grass and scrunched her eyebrows. “Once again, I don't make the rule.” There was no doubt that the back of her skirt would have wet grass patches once she stood up.

Still, she didn’t know what was Rodion’s purpose to meet her in such an early morning when he could have talked to her in the great hall during breakfast or lunchtime. Aurora assumed it must be something serious and rather personal. If that was the case, could it be about his twin sister? He mentioned that he will talk about it ‘later’, this could be what he meant by that. She snatched one of the bread from his hand and took a big bite of it.
“H-hows yo siste-” The question came out from her mouth as it munched the food, “-yo said she wa’ sick, righ?”. Someone needs to teach dear Aurora the proper table manner.

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Roleplaying as INPC Rodion Makarovich | Koldovstoretz | Charmer

Interacting with Aurora Ranvier

Making random words rhyme together doesn’t make you poetic. Rotten and Rodion? Even a five year old would think it was unbelievably bad. But it was Aurora we’re talking about here, so let’s just let it slip. Another bread flew in his direction, right on his blue and bruised face, then fell to the ground for the second time. “Hey, you could have just given me the bread like a normal person” He said it with a slight annoyance in his tone and took the bread off the ground. Being sorted in Ravenclaw doesn’t make you automatically the bright one. The living proof was in front of Rodion’s pair of eyes. To him, it must be her part of muggle brain acting up. Screw that five second rule, whatever that was. When any type of food had contact with the ground even just 1 second, it will be dirty. Would Aurora still eat a chocolate after it spent three seconds swimming in dragon’s dung? Knowing how she acted after all these times, there’s a high chance that she would.

“Germ? Wha-?” Aurora snatched the full of microscopic bacteria bread from his hand, “-you mean Germany? Like the country?” He felt another burning glare from the Ravenclaw’s direction which means that whatever he was saying before was a foolish question. “Oh! Yeah, of course I know what you meant, I just don’t know the English term of that! Ha!” He lied. Rodion still had no clue what germ was. Looking at the way his third cousin munched the now filthy bread made him wonder whether all non-purebloods who grew up in the muggle world have zero eating manner. Bread crumbs were everywhere and with that mouthful bite, it was not a big surprise that she went to the ball alone. Who wants to ask a barbaric person out on a date? Not him.

Then he heard a question that he tried to avoid most of the time. Her sister. She should be here with him instead of wherever she was, probably in that dull room with dusty and dull Victorian wallpaper, with that cursed forest where it all happened. Where everything changed for the worse. He felt a lump in his throat, couldn’t seem to answer the question right away, his body tensed, as he tried to look away and clear his throat. “Y-yeah she is, but will get back to normal in no time.” He wished it was true, he really did. Under his breath, hopefully will go unoticed by Aurora, he said, "What an uncivilized barbarian".

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Munch, munch, munch

Aurora usually is the observant one, but she left that trait back in her dorm room along with her wand and chocolate that exact morning. Family can be trusted, Rodion is from her father’s side anyway, what the worst could happen? The nervousness in her cousin’s tone slipped through the back door unnoticed. As she continued munching her breakfast, she asked quite an insensitive question, but of course, there was no way she would know that, “Like what? Diarrhoea?” Although it made sense that someone would not want to have terrible digestive trouble in a foreign school that you never visit before, the real situation was way more serious than she thought. “Is that why you don’t want to eat the quote on quote, the dirty bread?” The reason why she did not really care too much about food hygiene or just sanitation in general except her own was she doesn’t want to get sick easily. Yes, her immune system will be better than those who are obsessed with clean spaces, still, she should not eat any food on the ground. Who knew there were some cat or rat’s excretions. Yuck

When someone says something in a different language, there is a high chance something inappropriate came out from their mouth in disguise. Aurora swallowed the whole bread in one gulp and turned her head to face the Russian, but this time, in pure perplexity. “Wh-what did you say?” She waited for his reply with a raised eyebrow, thinking that she missed an important detail regarding his twin sister’s condition which made her feel bad for giving most of her focus to her food. “So-sorry, I’m just super hungry-“ Aurora finished the entire bread “-Anyhow, why did you want to meet up?” Bread crumbs were all over her hands and skirt. She then sneakily cleaned her fingers on the back of Rodion’s jacket, “Also, don’t do the ludicrous initial next time, I spent hours to figure out who RM was.” The girl put both of her legs together to her chest, and wrapped her arms around it as she breathed the fresh morning air.

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Interacting with Aurora Ranvier

Annoyed in disguise. That was the perfect term to describe how Rodion felt towards the blood tainted cousin. Unsure on how to respond to the bizarre and far from accurate guess, he shook his head while silently wanted to flipendo Aurora into next year. To be fair, both of the twins were only related by blood but not emotionally. The last time the Russian saw Adeliah, the twin, was the day he stepped out of the Makarovich Manor, which was five years ago. Maybe she did have a digestive problem, “Y-yeah, diarrhoea it is.” Next time the twins will be reunited, it should not be a surprise if he will not give the Ravenclaw a glowing review.

Slightly intrigued by the girl who sat beside him, questions after questions filled the head of the Koldovstoretz boy. How on earth this oddball got sorted into the house of the brainy, the intelligent. But this one was just nutty as a fruitcake. Underneath the short stature case, she must have something hidden, perhaps it was intellect or something useful. However, it seemed like Aurora was a bit oblivious and clearly was not a Russian speaker. Pretty easy to be fooled around, in his opinion. “Oh, it was nothing.” There were many reasons why he wanted to see the so-called eagle. First, to get to know her while casually taking notes of her do’s and don’ts. Second, give her a nice gift to get on her good side. Third, the interesting rumour of a certain professor. Inside the brown bag on the grass, there was a matryoshka, hand carried from Russia. It was intended for that crazy Slytherin hag, Violet Carrington, but since both of them were not in the best term at that moment. “I have something for you, actually.” He was not particularly fond of the Russian doll, but because he bought it already, it should move to another owner’s possession.

Both of his palms touched the green grass of the campground to support his upper weight. “Before I give it to you, I really want to ask you about the rumour that was going around the day I arrived here.” Stopped for a moment to observed the girl’s expression, “Is it true that one of the heads of the houses is a-“ He then leaned closer and whispered, “-Swedish spy plus a fugitive?”

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The idea of receiving a gift from someone made Aurora’s eyes lit up in excitement, similar to when she looked at a mountain of chocolates just for her. It does not matter what kind of present she will get, even if it is a scrap you found in someone else’s bin, appreciation will be one of the things you will have in return, along with a little protest. Even so, the brunette girl will try to show little to no emotion, though, could not help to peer out an answer out of her cousin. “Oh, f-for me? What kind?” Was it a diamond? Was it a bar of chocolate? Was it a hexed doll that will curse Aurora for the rest of her life? The last option may be a little too much for a twelve year old to do. But, knowing how crazy this world has turned into, almost nothing is impossible, especially in the wizarding world.

The secrets that were veiled by the wall of Hogwarts were not only about its castle but the people who lived inside it as well. Yes, there were lots of rumours that flew around from student to student. Though, their credibility was questionable at best, some of them will make someone stop dead in one’s tracks. But it might be wise to not take those words with a grain of salt even if sometimes you could not help but swallow the whole story without tasting it first. When the Russian boy said something about a rumour, perhaps it would be about who’s dating who, or someone being a werewolf and all that. Still, the curiosity peeked through from within. “What rumour?” There are four heads of houses, and none of them looks suspicious in her opinion. Not that she ever had a conversation with any of them, but better not jump to any conclusion before knowing the whole fact. What could be the rumour? It must be nothing major, maybe one of them was in a lovey dovey relationship with another professor or something. That would be cute.

As soon after Rodion spilt the beans, the Ravenclaw just froze with a wide eye staring into his soul. Close your mouth, Aurora, some flies might be interested in nesting their eggs inside. Exactly fourteen seconds later, she started screaming, very astonished “A SWEDISH SPY AND A FUGITIVE!? HOW!? WHO!?” Frantically looked left and right, up and down, basically in all directions, checking if anyone with a muggle movie spy-like attire was hiding behind a bush or a tree. Then something snapped her into a realization. The absolutely perfect intuition of hers told the agitated girl to be careful with the guy that was sitting right next to her. Eyes focused back to Rodion in panic, “ARE YOU A RUSSIAN SPY!?” and started to search through his jacket for any wired microphone.

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