All That Glitters PV Dancelos Grey closed

Dancelos was going to the field to train in a classical way again. The match date was very close and therefore she was training often.It had been a few weeks since other schools had arrived at Hogwarts,the school was much more crowded than usual, but due to the cold of the autumn there were not many people on the field other than quidditch players, and that was normal. Even Dancelos was still cold even though she was dressed in three layers. She was thinking about the upcoming Fall Ball as she walked. There was less than a week left but she still hadn't found a partner. To be frank, she didn't want to go alone, so everyone would hang out in pairs and would definitely be teased about it afterwards.


The end of the field seemed difficult due to the fog. Dancelos' nose was red from the cold. Dancelos put her bag aside, took her gloves from it. While putting on her gloves, Dancelos noticed that someone was coming towards him. She couldn't quite see his face. Maybe he was a member of the Quidditch team and had come to see her. Dancelos looked more carefully. But she could only see her brown hair, her face was still not clear.


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Date°23/10/2021
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Interacting with | ★──────────★─────────★─────────★─────────★ @Dancelos Grey | Mentioning English | Russian | Yiddish

★ Date | 23/10/2021 ★ Outfit | school uniform ★ Ency | accio ★

==The chill of Autumn was nearly enough to bring Fyodor to his knees. Brr. Of course, he was used to the cold, living in Russia all his life, but the fact that he was sat in a basin of sorts, where the wind blew through the trees and over the grass in a lame attempt to stunt him, was a bit different. This cold was different than the unforgiving and unrelenting one he was so used to; it attempted kindness. Attempted to be your friend, if that made any sense at all. This cold thought it was worthy of being your friend, your pal, your buddy, and yet it chilled you to the bone.

Dishonest, Fedya should think. It was a dishonest sort of cold that beckoned you in by tempting you with hot apple cider and coffee cakes and spiced candies.

In all honesty, he preferred the hot summer. The way it boasted exactly what it was, unlike the Scottish autumn he was coming to hate just so.

Still, he had bigger things to worry about. Like the girl who had just joined him on the training pitch. Observing her from his viewpoint, she was of average height, looked like. Long, curly, dark hair. Fedya had always been fascinated by curls. And so, even though he had sworn to keep to himself and not make friends during his trip to Hogwarts, Fyodor found himself talking to her. "Прошу прощения--Excuse me--" blast. She probably didn't speak Russian, hardly any students here did. "Excuse me. Miss. I am from Russia. You are . . . a Hogwarts student?"

Date°23/10/2021

She had gotten to a point where she could talk to the boy. The boy was looking at her, I guess the room didn't recognize him.He was not a Quidditch player, she had never seen him on the field before. In fact, she had never seen him at Hogwarts before. She wanted to ask who he was, but for some reason, she couldn't get a word out. This wouldn't normally have happened. She could communicate easily with people, but this time something was different, she couldn't speak a word. Fortunately, the boy spoke.
-Прошу прощения
What?! The boy was obviously studying at one of the other schools. It was clear from the way he spoke that he spoke Russian, but Dancelos did not understand what he was saying.
-Excuse me. Miss. I am from Russia. You are . . . a Hogwarts student?
Fortunately, he spoke English. Of course, his accent was a little different, but what he was saying was clear. Dancelos needed an answer, she barely spoke.
+Yes, I'm a Hogwarts student...
Dancelos pointed to the crest on the jersey and continued.
+First year of Slytherin. Hmm, so you're from Russia. I think you're studying at Koldovstoretz too. What grade are you in?

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Interacting with | ★──────────★─────────★─────────★─────────★ @Dancelos Grey | Mentioning English | Russian | Yiddish

★ Date | 23/10/2021 ★ Outfit | school uniform ★ Ency | accio ★

==Dancelos Grey had something different than the typical mold of Hogwarts students. Against the grain, if you will. Immediately, as if fate itself, Fedya decided that he liked her. Quite a bit. Perhaps she could accompany him to the silly little dance the school was hosting? It would certainly be appreciated by the boy, who had been rendered to attend all by his lonesome after the only person he was reasonably close to had chosen to go with someone else. Of course, there was no ill will. Tarja had been trying for months to get Octavian to come out of his shell, peek his head out like a shy little turtle who refused to socialize.

It would be good for him. Plus, Fyodor didn't ordinarily like social events like that. Dances. He wasn't a bad dancer by any means, but it wasn't something he did often or for fun at all. So he'd resolved to just go on his own, maybe, or stay back altogether. The school surely wouldn't find out about it or care. How could they? Fyodor could simply claim that he was too distraught about the deaths of his fellow students that Summer, that he couldn't go in good knowing because he was altogether far too nervous that he'd meet the same fate.

"I am in group four," but Hogwarts didn't operate by group, did they? Blast. It was all years. These students had been in school, preparing for their further wizarding education and expansion, for a much smaller time than the Koldovstoretz students had. "But if I went to your school, I would be in year one. I am eleven."

So she was a Quidditch player? Fedya didn't have the hand-eye coordination to play. The ball he always fumbled, and it was far too complicated for him to get a handle on. Instead, Fyodor was a broom racer. Quite fast and nimble, if he did say so himself, as quick on his feet as he was on his broom. And he always had been, all his life. Should he have turned out to be маглы, a muggle, he supposed he might've run track. "I am Fyodor. You can call me Fedya, though," his inexperience in regular English conversation made him come off as quite formal, he'd realized, so Fedya offered up a friendly smile. Just for good measure.

Date°23/10/2021

Dancelos couldn't lie, she had warmed up to this boy. Because he approached her much better than the others. Even when greeting someone from Russia they would turn their heads and leave, apparently hesitating because of the events. Fortunately, this boy was not like them, at least he had spoken to her.
...
The boy looked contented in the freezing cold. Sometimes he would mispronounce certain words and then try to say them again. Although Dancelos tried to restrain
herself from these word mistakes, she was laughing from time to time and she was happy with this conversation.
...
The boy said she could call him Fedya, but because they had just met, she chose to call him Fyador. In response to his friendly smile, she smiled slightly and spoke.
+I am pleased Fyador.I am Dancelos,Dancelos Grey.
Considering that it was his turn to continue talking, she continued.
+So, how do you think school?

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Interacting with | ★──────────★─────────★─────────★─────────★ @Dancelos Grey | Mentioning English | Russian | Yiddish

★ Date | 23/10/2021 ★ Outfit | school uniform ★ Ency | accio ★

==The words Fedya was saying were a bit frazzled, scrambled around when they tried to come out of his mouth. Rolling off his tongue like a little metal ball, or a bad case of mush-mouth. It was to be completely expected, to be perfectly fair, seeing as English wasn't his first language, but it was a little bit humiliating when Fedya figured that Dancelos might find his mispronunciation of words to be somewhat humorous. Ordinarily, he wouldn't care at all, but something about Dancelos made him want to talk to her more, for longer, have a deeper conversation.

Or, at least, ask her to this stupid dance.

"Your school is very strange. Very big, lots of kids," the boy gestured broadly to the robes which Dancelos wore. "And colorful. You have lots of colors. For your . . . houses, I think."

The green, the blue, the yellow, the red. The houses. Back in Russia, at Koldovstoretz, they didn't have the distinguishing houses. Likely, at the Russian school, it would foster some sort of animosity and jealousy within the student body. Tensions already ran high back home, with the unfortunate incident that had befallen the previous visiting Russian students still weighing heavy on the remaining students' shoulders, and something about a division to the already divided school didn't exactly seem like a dream come true. At least not to Fyodor.

Date°23/10/2021

It was normal for him to sound strange, he had come to Hogwarts from Koldovstoretz. And because of the events that had happened, he seemed even more strange to many. But Fyador didn't seem to care much about it, he wouldn't have talked to Dancelos now if he had.

Dancelos could not speak again. she wasn't usually the type of person to confuse words, but now something had happened, she had literally forgotten English.She couldn't think of words, couldn't form a sentence
Fortunately, she finally gathered himself and spoke without further embarrassment.
+Y-ye-yes, it's a bit colorful and they all represent a house. G-Green so my house is Slytherin,Yellow Hufflepuf,Red Gryffindor and Blue Ravenclaw. I'm sure you've heard of them. It's kind of complicated, but I think it's nice. It also increases the competition.
Dancelos was happy that she hardly ever hung out and continued hetspeech again.
+Ac-Actually, these systems vary according to each school, I have some knowledge. But I ha-have not know how exactly Koldovstoretz' separates its students.On what cr-criteria do you di-differ from each o-other?
The more Dancelos spoke, the more she stuttered, so she quickly handed the speech over to Fyador. This was not normal, whe could speak quickly and precisely in normal time. Maybe it was about Fyador...

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Interacting with | ★──────────★─────────★─────────★─────────★ @Dancelos Grey | Mentioning English | Russian | Yiddish

★ Date | 23/10/2021 ★ Outfit | school uniform ★ Ency | accio ★

==The systems by which each school differentiated its students were certainly different, unique to either school in question. The thought of separating the students based on personality, or, rather, potential, Fedya guessed, had never crossed his mind. Supposed that it was a good idea in question, but then, what if someone truly hated the way they'd been sorted? What if someone was upset and felt as if their true personality had not been taken into consideration? It was all just a recipe for disaster, in Fedya's mind. Put all the insecurities into a bowl and mix it all up like a fruit salad. A horrible idea in practice, Fedya assumed. A thing's concept, the idea of it, was far different from the execution of that thing.

"Well," he began, taking a moment to consider it all. Think about what, exactly, would distinguish the students of Koldovstoretz from one another. What system they had implemented. "We are grouped into categories, I think. By skill level. I am level four," a reasonable, expected level to be at in his age. Of course, it was possible for those who showed a skill level surpassing that of the expected one of their age to move up in the ranks. "My next rank is dueling. When I can, er," he took a moment to think up the word, "finish this one I will do dueling in level five."

Proud of himself and his explanation, Fedya sat back on the grass. "Are you... cold?"

Date°23/10/2021

Fortunately, Fyador took over the conversation. Dancelos had been disgraced enough already,Fyador was trying to regulate her breathing as he spoke. And I guess Fyador hadn't noticed the strangeness of Dancelos.Which was fine,at least she wasn't as disgraced as she thought.

Just as Fyador found the Hogwarts system strange, Dancelos also found the system of this Russian School strange. Maybe it was because she was used to the order here, but it was really strange."So even a 15-year-old boy could stay in group 4 if he couldn't do something new?" Dancelos wanted to ask this, but at that moment Fyador sat on the ground and asked a question.At that moment, Dancelos also felt that her legs were aching. After all, she had been standing for a long time. She sat down opposite Fyador and answered his question.
+A bit, actually I got used to it. I come here to practice often.
Yes, the other students didn't even go out in the cold, but it was a normal weather for Dancelos now.
+Well, are you cold? Though it might even be warm for you here. I know Russia is a lot colder. In fact, one of my Russian friends said that she wore a coat in June.

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