Only Out Of Interest?
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Reducio @Livia Machavariani @Avery Gray |
Reducio WC: 498 |  |
Unexpectedly like some other days Rose was not going to the library this time to study. And perhaps did she not really want to study neither as she was making her way toward the classroom where she had never gone yet. As soon as she entered it she found herself into a spacious room yet that appeared smaller than it seemed to be probably because of all the things surrounding it. Desks and numerous teaching instruments were taking quite some spaces into this rather large room. Rose walked in as she went near one of the window to get a view. Her eyes widened at the breathtaking view she had from there. The Great Lake could be perfectly seen alongside the hills around the castle. It was a nice and appreciating view any one would like to see. At least from Rose's point of view.
Rose sighed remembering why she had come and decided to seat to one of the desk near the windows to have natural light and a sight of the sky that was rather blue for the season. Some sun lights were going through the window and warming a bit of Rose's face who let herself feeling it on her fair skin.
After having let some time passed by Rose decided she had to do something else than just admiring the room, the view and enjoying sun lights. It was certainly not her purpose for coming here. She sighed again but this time much louder as she had not much will.
Eventually she took her thing out of her bag she hung at the back of her chair before opening her book and taking one of her parchment she had to finish for one of her class. Surprisingly the place was as quiet as the library. When she entered the room Rose didn't really pay attention whether some other students were here nor who that could be if others were indeed there as she just walked in and went to the window before sitting on a nearer desk. Nevertheless by the quietness she guessed there were likely not many students with her. Rose didn't dare to raise her head up and to look around as if she were observing or something nor wanted she to fully distract herself from her homework. Instead she kept writing.
After some time that appeared not that long to her she put her quill down and stretched herself a bit as she was feeling sore from writing too much bent over the desk. Curious of the time she checked her watch. She had been here for an hour already. That long? She was surprised at how time went fast. Plus she was finally done with one of her homework. Maybe she could take a break before starting another. She stood up went towards the door and peeked a sigh out to the corridor before getting in again and making her way to the window where she admired the view outside.
“She looked towards the dark, starry sky wishing she could drown in its vastness, the way one drifts in the deep, endless ocean.”
Only Out Of Interest?
date: 10th february 2026
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
The disused, often empty, classroom on the school's second floor sported grand, lead-paned windows through which one could peruse the great outdoors from the comfort of the warm, cosy interior. It was a location where Livia preferred to do nothing but watch. Sometimes it was possible to prolifically procure the most provoking tidbits regarding the other students' habits. People did interesting things when they believed they were not being watched, after all, and to Livia, even the least problematic gesture could be spun into a far more titillating rumour.
When suitably in solitude, Livia preferred to seat herself upon the windowsill, her face mere millimetres from the cold glass. Upon entering the room, though, she was affronted by the mere presence of another youth, who appeared to be writing on parchment – on the desk by one of the windows. With a largely callous, blank gaze, she appraised the girl, and then cast a glance around the room, which was largely deserted. When golden light seeped through the windows, the students were more often outside or higher up in the castle, since both scenarios would grant themselves to a lovelier view.
Momentarily, Livia contemplated retreating. However, given that she had, as always, brought her school bag with her, she found a desk right in front of the occupied one and primly sat. She refused to cross her legs, instead daintily slanting them to the side. Deft fingers unclasped the buckles on her bag, and she reached inside to procure fresh parchment, a neatly-clipped quill and an inkwell of dark brown ink. With swift finesse, she uncapped the inkwell and dipped the fresh white quill into the ink. The words she penned were not in English, but in Russian, intended to be a letter for her brother about the merits of studying literature. While Livia wrote, her spine remained straight as could be, even her chil largely level. The only indication that she paid attention to the perfect alignment of the words on paper would be that she looked through lowered lashes on occasion, ensuring the ink did not blot.
Ostensibly, Livia appeared quite engrossed in the art of polite, loving letter writing. But while she adored her brother and could not dislike sharing her thoughts with him, her efforts held another meaning. She rested her quill atop the inkwell, stretching her fingers as if they cramped, and she swivelled her chin to have a better view of the girl behind her. She did not know the girl, let alone her name, but she watched, intrigued, as the girl checked the corridor before sitting down again. 'What, do you think you are being watched?' Livia lifted her lips into an imitation of a smile, imbuing good-humoured warmth into the words. While her voice usually scratched against sentences like a needle against a record, it would hold a far more airy tone than usual. Doing her best to maintain the wryly flippant expression, Livia turned so that she was seated sideways in the chair. 'I must ask, what is it that you have seen outside? Have there been any intriguing occurrences?'
However the girl would respond to her words would advise Livia on how she might act next. Although she had not entirely solidified a plan of what this girl might be useful for, it was true that it might serve her well to glean what information she could.
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
roleplaying as livia machavariani
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
The disused, often empty, classroom on the school's second floor sported grand, lead-paned windows through which one could peruse the great outdoors from the comfort of the warm, cosy interior. It was a location where Livia preferred to do nothing but watch. Sometimes it was possible to prolifically procure the most provoking tidbits regarding the other students' habits. People did interesting things when they believed they were not being watched, after all, and to Livia, even the least problematic gesture could be spun into a far more titillating rumour.
When suitably in solitude, Livia preferred to seat herself upon the windowsill, her face mere millimetres from the cold glass. Upon entering the room, though, she was affronted by the mere presence of another youth, who appeared to be writing on parchment – on the desk by one of the windows. With a largely callous, blank gaze, she appraised the girl, and then cast a glance around the room, which was largely deserted. When golden light seeped through the windows, the students were more often outside or higher up in the castle, since both scenarios would grant themselves to a lovelier view.
Momentarily, Livia contemplated retreating. However, given that she had, as always, brought her school bag with her, she found a desk right in front of the occupied one and primly sat. She refused to cross her legs, instead daintily slanting them to the side. Deft fingers unclasped the buckles on her bag, and she reached inside to procure fresh parchment, a neatly-clipped quill and an inkwell of dark brown ink. With swift finesse, she uncapped the inkwell and dipped the fresh white quill into the ink. The words she penned were not in English, but in Russian, intended to be a letter for her brother about the merits of studying literature. While Livia wrote, her spine remained straight as could be, even her chil largely level. The only indication that she paid attention to the perfect alignment of the words on paper would be that she looked through lowered lashes on occasion, ensuring the ink did not blot.
Ostensibly, Livia appeared quite engrossed in the art of polite, loving letter writing. But while she adored her brother and could not dislike sharing her thoughts with him, her efforts held another meaning. She rested her quill atop the inkwell, stretching her fingers as if they cramped, and she swivelled her chin to have a better view of the girl behind her. She did not know the girl, let alone her name, but she watched, intrigued, as the girl checked the corridor before sitting down again. 'What, do you think you are being watched?' Livia lifted her lips into an imitation of a smile, imbuing good-humoured warmth into the words. While her voice usually scratched against sentences like a needle against a record, it would hold a far more airy tone than usual. Doing her best to maintain the wryly flippant expression, Livia turned so that she was seated sideways in the chair. 'I must ask, what is it that you have seen outside? Have there been any intriguing occurrences?'
However the girl would respond to her words would advise Livia on how she might act next. Although she had not entirely solidified a plan of what this girl might be useful for, it was true that it might serve her well to glean what information she could.
@rose pearce
| [staff] jessamine lancaster even you cannot conquer the sun. | marina alacrán [inpc] her hair is kinda wild and free. |
Only Out Of Interest?
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Reducio @Livia Machavariani |
Reducio WC: 431 | |
Rose froze on the spot. The unfamiliar voice that came to her ears made her blood ran cold. Not that it was a scary tone of voice rather a feeling of intimidation. Though it was strange. Almost piercing through her body. At first Rose didn't mind at least she tried not to pay attention nor to react and to appear affected by the voice's stranger. Rose had no idea whose voice it was and without knowing felt anxious and almost scared to glance at its owner. All she could know was that it was a girl. She tried to remain impassive and not disturbed by the girl's questions since it was rather a curious way to approach people and start off a conversation unless that was not the goal. Usually Rose would have probably answered something nevertheless she felt uneasy at the idea of answering anything.
She closed her eyes and slowly breathed in and out to calm herself and erased the tension felt all over her body. Then her eyes opened again as she was feeling slightly better. Rose was about to pack her things and leave when the voice's girl raised again. The chilling feeling came back and this time Rose's light green eyes looked up at the young girl that has been sitting at the desk in front of her. The girl was sitting sideways allowing Rose to see her face. The expression she had gave Rose a strange feeling as if the girl were taking pleasure into the little scary influence she exerted and that she were totally aware of it.
Rose didn't know the girl nor her name but she appeared to be the same age as Rose or perhaps a bit older as she seemed to be rather tall. It was the first time seeing her otherwise Rose would have remembered her presence.
Contemplating her answer Rose was not even sure she was going to be able to let any words coming out of her mouth. However she didn't want to seem like some weirdos who could not talk at all. She focused on something and forming her words rightly in her mind before speaking.
"Ah...Hum..." she started before clearing her voice "I haven't seen anything...I just wanted to check whether there were some people or anything since the weather is nice...I thought everyone would go outside." she stumbled a bit over her words but forced herself to be confident in her words yet she let out a small embarrassing laugh. Nevertheless she succeeding in flashing a gentle smile at the girl at the end.
“She looked towards the dark, starry sky wishing she could drown in its vastness, the way one drifts in the deep, endless ocean.”
Only Out Of Interest?
date: 10th february 2026
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
Verily, the reaction of the yet unfamiliar girl brought warmth to Livia's heart. The feeling was akin to that which one might receive upon sipping at a particularly comforting, well-crafted cup of soup. Hot, perhaps tingly, but filling. Satisfying. The lanky girl felt almost like a facsimile of the cheshire cat, ready to sit upright and curl its tail around its feet all while levelling a large grin. She did not do that, although that her smile was not a grin was not for lack of trying. The muscles of her cheeks ached as her attempt at positivity struggled against the will of gravity.
Eyes as green as emeralds would nearly rake over the other girl, searching for whatever indication of emotion or reaction they could. Livia lacked the empathetic aptitude with which she might have categorised the girl's reaction, but yes, something within the ardent hesitation, Livia found herself duly desiring to uncover more. Most certainly, there lay somewhere a reason for this youth's lack of a response. Thus, she waited, keen to observe with only her visual sense until the girl might deign to divulge something verbally.
When such a divulgence brought itself to fruition, though, it was not nearly as scintillating as Livia had hoped. She catalogued the other girl's small, emotional laugh and the smile flashed her way; unaware of how to respond to it all, she just shrugged. 'Surely not everyone,' Livia mused. 'After all, here you are.'
Livia did not even pretend to return to the half-penned letter to little Julenka, instead tilting her head at the other individual. Yes – the response had to have included a bit of artifice. 'Furthermore, you are writing something. Taking notes of the secrets of everyone outside, I assume? How...' Livia trailed off, her lips still limp in their half-smile. '...conniving.'
The lack of inflection in her words would not give away any opinion on the connotations the word 'conniving' gave. If nothing else, she might have appeared slightly intrigued – eyebrows lifted just so, eyes alert, focus wholly on the other girl, whose name she did not know. 'Given that, I must ask: are you a Slytherin? Oh – and what is your name? I regret to admit that I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet.'
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
roleplaying as livia machavariani
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
Verily, the reaction of the yet unfamiliar girl brought warmth to Livia's heart. The feeling was akin to that which one might receive upon sipping at a particularly comforting, well-crafted cup of soup. Hot, perhaps tingly, but filling. Satisfying. The lanky girl felt almost like a facsimile of the cheshire cat, ready to sit upright and curl its tail around its feet all while levelling a large grin. She did not do that, although that her smile was not a grin was not for lack of trying. The muscles of her cheeks ached as her attempt at positivity struggled against the will of gravity.
Eyes as green as emeralds would nearly rake over the other girl, searching for whatever indication of emotion or reaction they could. Livia lacked the empathetic aptitude with which she might have categorised the girl's reaction, but yes, something within the ardent hesitation, Livia found herself duly desiring to uncover more. Most certainly, there lay somewhere a reason for this youth's lack of a response. Thus, she waited, keen to observe with only her visual sense until the girl might deign to divulge something verbally.
When such a divulgence brought itself to fruition, though, it was not nearly as scintillating as Livia had hoped. She catalogued the other girl's small, emotional laugh and the smile flashed her way; unaware of how to respond to it all, she just shrugged. 'Surely not everyone,' Livia mused. 'After all, here you are.'
Livia did not even pretend to return to the half-penned letter to little Julenka, instead tilting her head at the other individual. Yes – the response had to have included a bit of artifice. 'Furthermore, you are writing something. Taking notes of the secrets of everyone outside, I assume? How...' Livia trailed off, her lips still limp in their half-smile. '...conniving.'
The lack of inflection in her words would not give away any opinion on the connotations the word 'conniving' gave. If nothing else, she might have appeared slightly intrigued – eyebrows lifted just so, eyes alert, focus wholly on the other girl, whose name she did not know. 'Given that, I must ask: are you a Slytherin? Oh – and what is your name? I regret to admit that I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet.'
@rose pearce
| [staff] jessamine lancaster even you cannot conquer the sun. | marina alacrán [inpc] her hair is kinda wild and free. |
Only Out Of Interest?
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Reducio @Livia Machavariani @Avery Gray |
Reducio WC: 570 | Reducio OOC Notes: I'm so sorry for the delay!!! | |
The young Slytherin girl's voice came to Rose's ears and gave once more chill down her spine. The feeling was both strange and uncomfortable in a way making Rose wonders about that girl's personality and who she really was. Rose's light green eyes looked at the girl in front of her trying to decode her, to read her. Nevertheless it was difficult to distinguish the girl's intentions nor thoughts. All Rose knew and was feeling is that she was starting to feel really observed almost judged by the voice tone. The voice was not specifically cold but within its tone something cold could be heard. Not just like a polite conversation. Rose was sure it was not what the girl was looking for and she was not expecting it to be. The girl's comment about not everyone being outside because she was here made Rose cheeks turning a bit red of embarrassment as if the girl was thinking of her as a stupid person which had a knack for annoying her.
Rose tried to remain calm as this girl started to get slightly on her nerves but she didn't want to appear bothered as it may be what the girl was trying to do. After all it would not bring anything good but ammunition to use against her and with someone having a personality like the girl in front of Rose it was the last thing she wanted to do.
Nonetheless Rose was surprised of the poise of the girl. How could she have so much self-assurance with someone she had just met and didn't even know? Perhaps the answer was one of the reasons why Rose was feeling a bit uneasy. Rose wanted to talk back and not let herself be pushed around although the girl's presence was intimidating and great it was not a reason to let herself affected by it. She probably most likely certainly knew it and used it at her advantage. Rose was not totally sure of it but it seemed as if the young girl was taking a lot of pleasure in what might be described as a small game she may be playing.
Before Rose could say anything the girl spoke again getting even more on Rose's nerves. She looked at the girl slightly frowning her eyebrows confused of the reason of this behaviour and such remarks. The half-smile on her face was the last thing Rose wanted to notice and look at to remain calm. Whatever Rose was writing was none of this girl business so Rose did not have to justify herself about it. She just decided to shrug her shoulder as she started to pack her things ready to leave this room where she could not stay any longer.
Just then if she was a Slytherin was being asked along with her name. How ironic it sounded to Rose. For a minute she looked at the girl showed off a small smile before answering.
"I will have to disappoint you. I'm not a Slytherin but perhaps you can figure out by yourself which House I belong to?" Rose smiled more widely and titled her head on the side.
"By the way my name is Rose. And yours is...? I don't know it neither." she added putting on her innocent face on purpose.
Rose put her smile on her face again waiting for another ice chilling answer while packing her things.
“She looked towards the dark, starry sky wishing she could drown in its vastness, the way one drifts in the deep, endless ocean.”
Only Out Of Interest?
date: 10th february 2026
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
The lazy, catlike smile did not fade even when the girl admitted she was not a Slytherin. It was not something Livia had been too concerned with. The mechanics of the girl's general reaction – the blush, the furrowing of her eyebrows – only fuelled Livia's pleasant intrigue. It became facile to maintain her unbothered posture, and a hint of humour caused her green eyes to gleam slightly as she continued to observe the other girl.
Staring, yes, was rude. But the gaze could also be a source of power, and how was one to emerge triumphant in any situation without power? Such was also true of amusement; without a sense of botheredness, it became possible to weave through any situation with ease. Thus, Livia only lifted her eyebrows when the girl attempted to make her house into a guessing game. 'Withholding details, are we?' Her warm, dry intonation lifted upwards in indication of a rhetorical question. 'I think it is a bit antiquated how houses assign traits to one another, truly. But following that model, you are, well, apparently cognisant – so perhaps Ravenclaw.' Everything was spoken with a airy timbre that, if one did not know better, could have been referred to as 'flippant'. Though she engaged in the game, the stakes of it had been irrelevant.
The girl opposing her smiled, a movement Livia mirrored. It would not be quite right – a baring of teeth more than anything, slow, methodical, as if even that had been run through a series of calculations. Perhaps the teeth of some individuals were not meant to be revealed so readily. Livia hesitated, though, before allowing her jaw to open. Her abdomen tensed, a breath of air ready to push words through her larynx and then her lips, but she paused. The other girl was already rearranging her belongings. So she had succeeded in some regard – she could claim the position by the window as her own if the girl were to leave. However, having grown fond of the thrum of amusement in her veins, a small part of Livia almost wanted the girl to remain. 'What, are you leaving already?' she asked, an attempt at a hint of concern dancing over the words. 'Dear me, I should hope my company was not so dreadful.'
She kept the smile, although it was not punctuated by laughter or anything of the sort. A beat of silence would hang in the air. Then, she added, 'Well, Rose, it's been a pleasure.'
Rose had asked for her name. That gave Livia further pause. It was important to consider that not introducing oneself was considered truly rude by anyone's standards, and that Livia, with her high standards, could not fathom being considered rude. However, the thrill of anonymity pulled at her like a tantalising temptation. She had never been the beacon of light, never been the actress in the spotlight; having grown accustomed to the shadows, being in control of perception was something she found comfort in, and something she knew how to use. 'Right, I nearly forgot,' she said. 'Lucy.'
Perhaps it was ironic that a girl playing with the privilege offered by penumbrae would provide herself a pseudonym referring to light.
time: –:–
location: empty classroom
roleplaying as livia machavariani
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
sta: 2 | eva: 10 | str: 0 | wis: 7 | arc: 8 | acc: 8
terrible presence
The lazy, catlike smile did not fade even when the girl admitted she was not a Slytherin. It was not something Livia had been too concerned with. The mechanics of the girl's general reaction – the blush, the furrowing of her eyebrows – only fuelled Livia's pleasant intrigue. It became facile to maintain her unbothered posture, and a hint of humour caused her green eyes to gleam slightly as she continued to observe the other girl.
Staring, yes, was rude. But the gaze could also be a source of power, and how was one to emerge triumphant in any situation without power? Such was also true of amusement; without a sense of botheredness, it became possible to weave through any situation with ease. Thus, Livia only lifted her eyebrows when the girl attempted to make her house into a guessing game. 'Withholding details, are we?' Her warm, dry intonation lifted upwards in indication of a rhetorical question. 'I think it is a bit antiquated how houses assign traits to one another, truly. But following that model, you are, well, apparently cognisant – so perhaps Ravenclaw.' Everything was spoken with a airy timbre that, if one did not know better, could have been referred to as 'flippant'. Though she engaged in the game, the stakes of it had been irrelevant.
The girl opposing her smiled, a movement Livia mirrored. It would not be quite right – a baring of teeth more than anything, slow, methodical, as if even that had been run through a series of calculations. Perhaps the teeth of some individuals were not meant to be revealed so readily. Livia hesitated, though, before allowing her jaw to open. Her abdomen tensed, a breath of air ready to push words through her larynx and then her lips, but she paused. The other girl was already rearranging her belongings. So she had succeeded in some regard – she could claim the position by the window as her own if the girl were to leave. However, having grown fond of the thrum of amusement in her veins, a small part of Livia almost wanted the girl to remain. 'What, are you leaving already?' she asked, an attempt at a hint of concern dancing over the words. 'Dear me, I should hope my company was not so dreadful.'
She kept the smile, although it was not punctuated by laughter or anything of the sort. A beat of silence would hang in the air. Then, she added, 'Well, Rose, it's been a pleasure.'
Rose had asked for her name. That gave Livia further pause. It was important to consider that not introducing oneself was considered truly rude by anyone's standards, and that Livia, with her high standards, could not fathom being considered rude. However, the thrill of anonymity pulled at her like a tantalising temptation. She had never been the beacon of light, never been the actress in the spotlight; having grown accustomed to the shadows, being in control of perception was something she found comfort in, and something she knew how to use. 'Right, I nearly forgot,' she said. 'Lucy.'
Perhaps it was ironic that a girl playing with the privilege offered by penumbrae would provide herself a pseudonym referring to light.
@rose pearce
| [staff] jessamine lancaster even you cannot conquer the sun. | marina alacrán [inpc] her hair is kinda wild and free. |