Introverted Socialization PV

This was the school Boris wanted, his dream school. His father also went to this school. So this place was really important to him. He couldn't attend last year because he was from a magical race, but this year he was accepted so he had the right to study here. He was not left behind by anyone, his foster mother had already given him education, but I wish he had been in a school environment. This place was peaceful for him. He really loved the cold. But today was a boring day. And he didn't know what to do without his cousin Alliasta around to drag him into doing something fun. What would Alliasta do? Boris thought. If he really was his cousin, he would randomly go talk to someone or something like that. Boris looked around. Then he wanted to enter the library. There were students inside. But he proceeded regardless. Boris looked at a boy standing where the old book copies were kept. Ah, so he's interested in these. Boris sighed for a moment, maybe he should try Alliasta's tactic to make friends. Boris approached the Boy in front of him. "Heh, hello? These are really nice replicas, aren't they? But they're old... things that most people aren't interested in. It's nice that you're interested in them."

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Role-playing as Luka Antonov - Durmstrang iNPC

Mentioning: @Alliasta Holista Location: Durmstrang - Library Date: September 29th

Speech: English: #7e1635 | Russian: #3e2169 Thoughts: Italics Outfit: ☆

Just as he had set Modern Idyll back on its shelf, he heard a voice coming from his left. What was odd was that the boy from which the voice had come from was speaking English. Luka knew English, he'd been taught it from a young age, but it wasn't his favorite language to converse in. "Hey, yeah, they're quite nice," he said politely still wondering why the boy, who he now noticed had white hair, was speaking to him in English. Perhaps he is practicing? The trip to England is coming up soon so that would make sense, I suppose.

"My grandfather enjoys classics like these and I guess I do as well," He told the boy before shifting his focus back to the bookshelf in front of him. His eyes darted between the books as he looked for something that might spark his interest. "Aha! Anna Karenina! Tolstoy, the obvious choice," Luka smiled at his success before looking down at the book and inspecting its cover. Not too beat up, I believe we have a winner.

He held the book to his chest with one arm and turned to leave to go find a good spot to settle down and read it. "You are... still here," he muttered. "Do you need something?" Luka asked in Russian, still wondering if the white-haired boy could even understand him.

When the boy across from him found a book he wanted, Boris looked at it carefully. He was really interested in books. Boris was not much of a reader. Boris was more interested in just knitting. It was a strange hobby for a man, but he loved it. Also Boris already thought that things like hobbies had no gender. So for a man to knit was definitely not something to be looked down upon or anything like that. Maybe the boy's interest in books is like my interest in knitting. Maybe it relaxes him and helps him clear his mind. Then, when the boy asked him a question, Boris immediately turned his attention to him. But the boy spoke Russian, not English. Boris already knew Russian, but he thought they spoke a universal language at school. But if that was the case, it was okay with him. "Ah No I'm just bored and my cousin told me that when I'm bored it's okay to go and talk to random people and even become friends... Well I wanted to test this. And you were the lucky one." Boris tried to be as friendly and calm as possible. This was the first time he was trying to meet someone else without Alliasta. Maybe they'll be friends, maybe not. But Boris secretly wished they could be friends. So this is a new school and it would be nice to have someone to hang out with. "I'm Boris. Boris Bucky Darwell. I'd love to meet you, maybe we can be friends. Can I sit here? He pointed to the place next to the boy.

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Role-playing as Luka Antonov - Durmstrang iNPC

Mentioning: @Alliasta Holista Location: Durmstrang - Library Date: September 29th

Speech: English: #7e1635 | Russian: #3e2169 Thoughts: Italics Outfit: ☆

"Ah, yes, lucky me," he muttered with a sigh. Luka wasn't particularly bothered by the other boy's presence, but he didn't want to spend his afternoon with him. He didn't know the boy but knew that if he didn't get out of there soon he'd be stuck talking to him for ages. People were often like that, unknowingly putting him in situations he'd prefer to avoid.

He was just about to make up an excuse to leave when the white-haired boy decided to introduce himself. Who just tells people their full name? I could do a lot with that information. Luka warily considered the boy, whose name he'd just learned to be "Boris Bucky Darwell," for a moment. He sighed, finally giving up on making his escape. Boris seemed extremely invested in having a conversation with him. "Luka Antonov," he said curtly, extending his hand to Boris before sitting down in one of the chairs at the table next to the bookshelf he'd been browsing previously. "Sit where you'd like, I suppose. It's not up to me, now is it?"

Luka slouches down in his chair and sets the book upright on the table in front of him. He traces the frame of the book's cover with his finger before looking at Boris. "Your hair, is that natural?" he asks, half interested. He waited for the boy's response before turning his attention back to the book. He opened it to the first page and began to read, hoping Boris would take the hint and leave.

Boris smiled as the boy finally gave in and started talking to him. Maybe his cousin's tactic was working. You should trust the word of a girl who has no trouble making friends with people, right? Boris thought to himself. Then he sat next to the boy who introduced himself as Luka and looked at him. Boris smiled a little when Luka asked him how color his hair was. This was a trait he inherited from his mother. This was the feature that made the boy remember his mother. "Oh, my hair is natural, so it's not dyed. My mother was a Veela, so I'm part-veela, so my hair is white, which is a trait I inherited from my mother. I'm happy that I look like her." Boris sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back. And he looked at Luka. "Is reading books your hobby? Actually, I don't read many books, I mostly knit." Boris wanted to start a topic with Luka, and to make Luka feel comfortable, he wanted to talk about his hobbies instead of starting with something too specific. People love to talk about the things they love, right? Boris looked at Luka with a kinder smile. Luka seemed even more introverted than Boris. But it was okay, after all, being friends can make anyone extroverted.

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Role-playing as Luka Antonov - Durmstrang iNPC

Mentioning: @Alliasta Holista Location: Durmstrang - Library Date: September 29th

Speech: English: #7e1635 | Russian: #3e2169 Thoughts: Italics Outfit: ☆

The mention of Veela was interesting enough to Luka that he actually shut his book and sat up to look at Boris. "So you're one of the half-breeds they decided to let in this year?" He asks, before realizing he was also only allowed to attend Durmstrang that year. But that's different. I'm not a half-breed like him, I'm normal. There was just some kind of issue, that's what мама said. He sat there in silence for a while, expressionless. Boris was talking but he was too lost in thought for it to register.

He wasn't like Boris. He didn't have any weird features like white hair. His eyes fell to where his hands laid on the table. They were slender, like the hands of a pianist, but his nails were different. Luka glanced from his hands to Boris's, his nails were sharper and thicker than the white-haired boy's. His tongue flittered over the gaps in his teeth where his canines should be. That wasn't normal, he'd lost those baby teeth years ago, they should've grown in ages ago. Nothing. That's what he told himself, it meant nothing.

Luka shook his head slightly before running one of his hands through his messy hair, trying to clear his mind. He looked back at Boris, who looked like he was expecting something from him. He tapped his fingers against the table as he tried to remember what the boy had said. "Oh, books, right. Uh, yeah I guess. I was never big on playing with other kids so I read a lot, still do," he muttered, still tapping his fingers against the table. It was a nervous habit he picked up from his mom, Sofia.

Boris smiled again. He did that a lot. Does he think we're friends? Luka observed the boy for a moment before turning back to the book in front of him and opening it back up. "You smile too much," he sighs, not caring to look up at him when he spoke.

Boris looked at Luka. The boy seemed to be deep in thought. It was as if there was something bothering him in his mind. Everyone had their own problems and Luka was no exception. He too had a problem or something like that that was confusing him. "Oh yes, I am one of those who was accepted this year. And I am in my second year now. What about you?" Boris was surprised when Luka asked him such a question. What's wrong with this boy? Was such a question really worth asking? I mean, why did he ask? Boris thought to himself. His parents taught him that smiling is always a good thing. Smiling was good for Boris. Besides, this was important for courtesy, right? "Oh, I love smiling. Smiling is less effortful than frowning, it's good for our facial muscles. Also, why don't you ever smile? Smiling isn't a bad thing." Luka was like a really hard shell. But Boris was really patient, so the only thing that annoyed him was when other people were rude or hurt his loved ones. But Luka was harmless, just a very reserved person. Boris sighed and smiled again, but paused for a moment. "But if my smile bothers you, then I won't smile as much as you feel comfortable."

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Role-playing as Luka Antonov - Durmstrang iNPC

Mentioning: @Alliasta Holista Location: Durmstrang - Library Date: September 29th

Speech: English: #7e1635 | Russian: #3e2169 Thoughts: Italics Outfit: ☆

Luka raised an eyebrow at Boris's question, does he know this is my first year here too? He can't possibly, he's never met me before now. He cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter, not letting his paranoid thoughts go on. "I..." he hesitated for a second, contemplating what he was about to say. If I tell him, he'll ask questions. But if I don't, that's lying. He analyzed the other boy's expression and then continued, "I've only started this year as well." He sighed, shut his book and set it aside, knowing there was no chance he'd get to read it after admitting that.

A moment of silence past between the two boys before Luka spoke up, "But I'm not like you." It was technically true, he wasn't like Boris in many aspects. "I mean, I'm not a half-breed, there was just a mistake or something. That's what my moms told me." He wanted nothing more than for that to be all it was, but he knew it wasn't, though he'd never admit it. A school like Durmstrang doesn't just forget to tell a kid they've been accepted for their school. For a little while when he didn't get a letter from Durmstrang he thought for sure he'd get one from Koldovstoretz, but when nothing came the questions started to swirl in his mind. Why hadn't he gotten a letter? Is he not magical? Was it because of his mother, or maybe his... father?

"I do smile, just not often, or around people I'm unfamiliar with," he explained, hoping to shift the conversation away from why he hadn't been at the school the year prior. When Boris said he would stop smiling if it made Luka uncomfortable, he swore he sounded a bit sad. Feeling a bit bad about having possibly upset the boy he quickly said, "No, it's fine. I shouldn't have said it like that." His sudden kindness came from out of nowhere, but Luka blamed it on the nervousness that had come up when he had mentioned only coming to Durmstrang that year.

Boris listened Luka calmly. Usually he was the quiet one around other people, but Luka was even quieter than him. When she looked at Luka carefully, she realized that he really had a different aura. It seemed a little dark, but he tried not to care. Boris was a little surprised when Luka said he started this year too. Why did this happen? He was about to ask if he was a hybrid too, but Luka said he wasn't a hybrid, which was a problem. Boris nodded and shrugged. He didn't like prying into people's private lives. "Oh, I understand. But the reason I wasn't accepted was because I was a Half-Breed. Ah, luckily, I was accepted this year." Being a half-breed was not a problem for Boris. Even when he was not accepted to the school, he was not that upset, but he was a little angry. Still, he loves being Half-Breed and carries pieces of his mother. "Well, I used to never like smiling, I thought it was something ridiculous. But my cousin showed me that it's not so bad." Boris smiled and bowed his head. Luka didn't seem eager to talk to her, but he didn't act like he wanted her to leave either. So Boris stayed. "Heh, I'm not offended, don't worry. So, what do you think awaits us at school this year?"

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