7 Mar 2022, 14:25
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End February, 2022
Her eyes drifted away from the homework she was supposed to be doing. They scanned the classroom, which she had seen many times before, still, Elizaveta found the room a lot more interesting than the assignment laying in front of her. All the chairs around her, which were usually filled with students, were now empty, as she was the only one in the classroom. She needed to finish the homework before tomorrow, but she didn't feel like doing it. If she was being completely honest, she never felt like doing homework and she only did it to make her parents proud.
After staring at the chair in front of her for a couple of minutes, she turned her attention to the empty paper in front of her and picked up a quill, not to do her homework, but to doodle. On the top of the parchment, Eliza drew a little stick figure and named him Bob. After thinking for a second, she made him a knight and drew him a little horse and sword. To make sure Bob didn't feel alone, she drew an even smaller stick figure holding his hand. It was his little sister, who went to the princess academy to become a real princess.
Elizaveta completely forgot about the world around her as she continued her story. The kingdom where Bob and his little sister lived was in danger because of a huge spider, which destroyed everything on its path. A lot of gold would be given to the person who would kill the spider and stop the destruction of the kingdom. Bob liked the idea of the gold and got ready to fight the spider, but his little sister didn't want him to go. When Bob went to his horse, he found out that his little sister had taken the horse and his sword to find the spider herself.
Staring in the distance, Eliza continued the story while her homework lay forgotten in front of her. Playing with her dark blond hair, she thought out how the little princess and horse tried to find the spider. If one would look into the classroom they would see Elizaveta completely alone sitting in the middle of the classroom with a little smile on her face as she stared into the distance.
8 Mar 2022, 01:00
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Charles strolled through the halls that evening doing the same that he does on most days at Durmstrang when class is out and the grounds are to cold to pratice quidditch. Looking for a fellow Durmstrang to mess with... the blonde never liked his school and often wished to attend elsewhere but since he couldn't then the next best thing is to mess with others and call them out occasionally behind their backs.
Charles preferred the name trouble maker or rebel at the school. Often sticking to himself seeing as majority of his friends attended another wizarding school, Charles found himself missing them at times. Sometimes wishing for a friend or a relationship at the school that he sees some of his peers enjoying.
Shaking off the thought, Charles figured he couldn't have that at least not within the walls if the schools. Having a reputation of a troubler maker who gets into fights both on and off the quidditch pitch, a boy with a popular elder brother; Andrew who told others to stay away from him and apart of a international student squad with friends from all other schools except Durmstrang. Charles pretended like he didn't mind, putting on a fake face as he walked through the halls.
Charles mauled over his next letters, thinking about what to write to Cassie about the hexawizard tournament and to Haley about Simon... the blonde walked through the hall when his eyes met a fairy empty classroom. Not seeing the harm, the blonde walked toward the classroom and stepped inside to find one of the third year girl's in a dress...
The blonde leaned aginest the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest with a half smile as he glanced over at the girl. Figuring there wasn't any harm in some light teasing of his underclassmen.... right? The blonde does have limits and manners since being raised in a pureblood household and knew how to control himself.
"Are you frozen in time or did Arjan walk by?"
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
8 Mar 2022, 13:55
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The little princess was about to fight the huge spider when a voice caught Eliza's attention. Annoyed she turned to the boy who had just ripped her away from her story by talking. She hadn't heard everything the boy said, only the part about Arjen. The boy was still wearing his uniform, unlike Eliza who had changed as soon as the classes were over, and he casually leaned against the door frame. She just looked at the boy for a few seconds, her head tilted a little to the left. She wasn't sure what to say to him, since she had only heard half of the question. Besides, she didn't even want to talk to him, she wanted to continue her story.
She looked back to her little doodle of Bob and his sister before saying anything. Eliza wondered what the little princess would say. With her finger, she touched the ink that had just dried. She looked back at the tall boy with curly blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like a Bob, didn't he? Yes, he was Bob the knight, at least in her mind. Elizaveta was scared of talking to people she didn't know and it helped her to label them as the characters in her stories, it made her feel like she knew the unknown people.
She build up courage and took a deep breath before talking. "No, he didn't just walk by," she told the boy nervously. Of course, she knew who the boy was talking about, almost everybody knew Arjan. Eliza might not know a lot of people by name but she did know the name of the handsome sixth year, she didn't live under a rock. Elizaveta wasn't sure why the boy had asked about Arjan, maybe he was looking for him? The fact that she missed out on the first part of the question made it hard for her to understand what Bob the other student was talking about.
Eliza turned away from the boy and looked at her assignment, which was still laying on the table untouched. She hoped the boy would walk away, there was nothing here for him. Maybe if she would ignore him he could go away and she could continue her story? She would only talk back if the boy asked her something again, but hopefully he wouldn't and she didn't have to talk again.
8 Mar 2022, 15:55
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Charles watched the girl, standing completely still as he waited. His eyes looking down physically at his height of nearly six feet (5'10). The fourth year leaning aginest the door frame looked relaxed ans even calm as he waited for the girl to answer him.
The blonde watched as she lookrd back at her notebool and his guess, her notes or assignment since he didn't feel up to walking over to see the parchment. The blonde spoke"It is proper to look someone in the eyes when speaking or is etiquette not your strong suit, princess, " a dull yet confident tone, the blonde watched the girl carefully.
The girl answered ans the blonde cooly laughed, figuring she hadn't been paying attention to him as he spoke"so you were frozen in time," a sly smile pieced his face ans the blonde leaned off the door frame and a bit closer to the girl as he continued"pity I brought you back then," a simple nod before he settled back to leaninf relaxed on the door frame with his arms crossed.
Charles knew a few students at Durmstrang but didn't pride himself on knowing then all or memorizing their names. Usually only remembering the important or relevant ones such as members of the quidditch and broom racing team along with a select few. Werner and Felix naturally making the cut for theur own reasons. Charles eyed the girl, not bothering to ask for her name as he spoke "there isn't a lot of nerds here and yet here you are," eyeing the girl, dark blue eyes flashed withva mixture of coolness yet mischief.
"The younger years seem to get stranger and stranger these days," Charles noted mainly to himself but loud enough for the girl to hear before eyeing her as he spoke"Do you know who I am?"
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
9 Mar 2022, 08:51
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When the boy commented on not looking him in the eyes, Elizaveta's head turned red and she awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ears. He sounded like her dad, he always corrected her on little things like looking at people when they were talking. The knight boy called her princess, probably in a teasing way, but she didn't hate it. The idea of her being a princess was something she used a lot in her stories. Princesses had good etiquette and nobody would have to remind them to look somebody in the eyes when talking. Maybe she was no princess? After all, she had looked away from the boy. She shook her head, she was a princess and she would act like one.
Frozen in time? Confused about what the boy was talking about, Eliza looked up, this time she looked the boy in his eyes. She was determined to show him etiquette was her strong suit and she was a princess. She watched the boy smile and lean a bit closer to her before he talked again. "Frozen in time?" she asked hesitantly as she looked into the boy's blue eyes. She played with the sleeves of her vest as the need to look away from the boy grew. She wanted to prove to the boy that she had manners, but the looking in his eyes made her twitchy.
She wasn't sure what the boy meant with her being a nerd, she was way too focused on keeping eye contact. Elizaveta looked away as soon as the boy finished talking and as soon as her eyes rested on the table she calmed down a little. She took a few breaths, trying to calm herself down, before looking back at the boy. Even though she became nervous looking at the boy, she wanted to prove to herself she could be a princess.
When the boy indirectly called her strange, a wave of sadness hit her. So many people had called her weird or strange and it hurt her every time. The boy wasn't nice, he wasn't as nice as he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be Bob and Bob was nice. Bob the knight cared for his little sister, Bob was brave, not mean. It was clear the girl was a little down as she listened to the boy asking her if she knew who she was. "You're Bob the knight." She hadn't meant to say it out loud and when she realized it she looked down immediately, completely embarrassed. She shouldn't have said it out loud, now he would tell her he wasn't Bob. He would ruin her story! She should have kept her mouth, she shouldn't have said anything.
10 Mar 2022, 02:58
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Leaning aginest the door frame, arms crossed loosely across his chest. The blonde watched the girl with a mix of a cool yet dull expression. Finding the conversation not onr that interested him, for a moment he considered walking away to bother another. Perhaps a team mate or broom racer? Maybe Felix... the blonde always enjoys bothering him however he didn't move. Not even a muscle. Sticking to his spot, there at the door frame. Watching the young girl.
She spoke. A question escaped her lips. Charles couldn't help a small, seemingly polite and cool laugh as he spoke"Need me to repeat myself, princess," a small nos followed by a half smile. The blonde never cared or minded for what his fellow Durmstrangs thought of him. He wished to be anywhere else, never likeing the school since the first day of his first year nearly four years ago to this day. The blonde didn't want to be popular at that school, having his close knit of friends attending other schools and unable to stop him from being reckless and arrogant at Durmstrang. Charles seeked to mess with classmates as a way to disract himself from the long days at Durmstrang miles from his friends and ones who he truly cares for.
The blonde let out a small sigh, eyeing the girl as he felt bored. Usually his words caused a but more by now, perhaps he was losing his touch? The blonde shook away the thought, not wanting to believe that he is gettinf rusty in the art of bothering others and teasing them with the occasional punch or two. Eyeing the girl, the blonde smiled a little until he heard her words. His chest burned and blue eyes filled eyes raged as he glared at the girl, dropping his arms and taking a frw yet long strides to the young girl.
Slamming his hands to the desk, quite hard to produce a sound. The English lad reverts to his native tone when emotional or in the midst of a outburst as he yelled"what the hell did you call me!" removing his hands from the desk, the blonde towered over the girl a slight cold look placed on his face.
A step backwards, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over the girl for a moment then spoke reverting back to russian, "it's ones like you who bring shame to Durmstrang," a mischievous yet evil idea entered his mind as the blonde felt his lips curve into a menacing evil smile, "will you be attending the hogwarts visit next month?" The next visit will inculde the hexiwizard tournament and a ball, two things that Charles look forward to be attending with his friends.
However, srill angred by what rhe girl referred to him as the blonde eyed her as he spoke"Charles Alluring, quidditch player and someone who you shoild aspire to be, loony," Loony which will become Charles's nickname for tje girl wirh his short yet cold introduction as he eyed her carefully. Studying every movement, every flaw.
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
10 Mar 2022, 19:08
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The only reason she didn't ignore the boy was to prove that she had manners and was a princess. The boy reminded her of that fact when he called her princess again. Still, Elizabeth wasn't comfortable talking to this boy, but he kept dragging on the conversation. She just wanted him to leave her alone. The only people who she felt comfortable talking to were her brothers and as soon as this conversation was over she would probably run to them to cry and tell them all about this stupid boy.
When she had accidentally called the boy Bob, Eliza was already on the edge of crying, and when he put his hands on the desk and started to scream, it became even harder for her to hold back her tears. The sounds his hands had made when they hit the table and the yelling of the boy had scared her. When the boy had moved closer to her she had quickly moved back on her chair and suppressed a little scream. The boy was mean, big, and scary. As she looked up to the boy, who towered above her, she only wanted one thing, she wanted her brother. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears, as she looked at the boy with big watery eyes.
She had held her breath since he started screaming and only when the boy took a step back she could breathe again, though it was very irregular. She was way too scared of the boy to answer the question he had asked in English. When the boy told her that it was people like her who disgraced Durmstrang, she broke down in tears. She quickly covered her face with her hands, as tears started to roll down her cheeks. Sobbing and still hiding her face in her hands, she nodded after the boy asked her if she would go to Hogwarts next month. "Yes," she answered quietly.
Her leg started shaking as Bob told her who he really was and she wiped away a tear from the endless stream. "No," she mumbled while softly shaking her head. "No!" this time louder as she looked up at the boy and placed her hand on her shaky leg. It probably wasn't clear to what she said no to the boy, to the fact that he was a quidditch player or he was somebody she should aspire to be. It was neither of them, she said no to the boy introducing himself as Charles Alluring and not Bob the knight. Deep down she knew he wasn't Bob, she had always known, but she wanted him to be Bob so bad. She wanted her story to be true. She wanted to be able to feel like she knew him and not be scared of him. The only thing that had kept her from running away when he started screaming was the belief he was Bob and he was a good guy.
Elizaveta abruptly stood up from her chair, moving the seat back with the force she had used to stand up. "You're not," she said doubtfully. She got feel her hands touch the cold wooden table as she leaned on it, her green eyes were locked into the boy's eyes. The blue eyes weren't Bob's they were Charles', they were the eyes of a stranger who was incredibly mean and scary. It was like her throat was being squeezed, with every second it became harder for her to breathe. Defeated she sat down in the chair again and looked away from the boy. "You're not," her voice broke as she repeated her words and the girl started crying again.
11 Mar 2022, 01:12
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The blonde let out a small cool laugh, eyeing the girl in front of him. Arms crossed as he watched her answer him, she would be going to hogwarts during the visit.
The blonde caught her whimpers and timd nature, his outer appearance showed confidence. A dull expression of coldness and relaxed energy. Arms crossed, watchful eyes, and steady breathing. The blonde seemed to hold a essence of calmness, of the sort of person who wouldn't mind insulting or messing with another. The sort of person who is truly evil, who runs on the dark side.
Inside. In the mind of Charles's Alluring. Is a different story at least. Watching tears run down her cheeks, watching her shiver and splatter out words. The blonde had flashes of memories of when he is a small child, before Durmstrang when he was pushed away. Shoved in a dark room and forgotten by his family. Told he is a embarrassment. That he wouldn't account to anything, that he is a strange or should be more like his brother.
A part of him felt for the girl. Wanting to offer her some support, protection even from others. The blonde studied her carefully, a step forward and his grip loosen lettinf his arms fall by his side.
The blonde considered leaveing but didn't instead he eyed the girl carefully and calmly spoke"some advice that I recommend you take, don't cry in front of others unless you like the attention," the blonde lool at her for a moment, silence. He thought about leaving as he took a few steps back, back to leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
Eyes watching the girl as he spoke"finished your tantrum yet, loony?" A question where he isn't looking for an answer. The blonde waited for a moment as he looked away then lazily moved his eyes back toward the younger year as he spoke"try not to embarrass us at the hogwarts visit," then remembering the hexiwizard tournament that the blonde was looking forward to as he smiled a little unable to contain his excitement for it, "especially not at the hexiwizard tournament, Durmstrang should prove itself as the best and- a look toward Eliza, "some aren't even the best in their years, right loony."
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
11 Mar 2022, 11:39
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When the boy calmly spoke to her, Elizaveta started to cry a little softer. Now that the boy was talking in a calm way, he was less scary. Maybe the boy meant the advice well, it still hurt her feelings. It wasn't like she wanted to cry in front of people and have them call her a cry-baby or a weirdo and she most definitely didn't like the attention. She enjoyed watching other people, but she didn't like other people watching her.
Breathing irregularly, the young girl softly sobbed in her chair while she had wrapped her arms around her, trying to comfort herself. Bob Charles didn't call her princess anymore, he had switched to loony, which Eliza disliked significantly less than the nickname princess. It had seemed that she had started to calm down, but when the new nickname reached her ears she started crying louder again. She would never embarrass them! She was proud to go to Durmstrang and she would never do anything to make Durmstrang bad. She didn't know what to say, she didn't even want to say anything, she just wanted to be alone, was that too much to ask?
"Stop," she said softly. "Please stop, don't be so mean to me," she said sadly as she looked up to the boy. "Can you just leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you!" She didn't know if the boy would listen to her, but she hoped he would. She didn't want to spend another minute in his presence.
12 Mar 2022, 16:37
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Charles laughed a little at rhe girl's words, at the attempt to have him stop. To have him leave. The blonde never usually listened to his fellow Durmstrangs pleads or words, often waiting till they pulled out their wands or threw a fist at his nose or left first.
Charles eyed the girl, a part of him remembering his first few years at the institution. A small, blonde haired first year with close to zero friends being picked on and called out by his brother and his friends. Charles knew how it felt to be in the girl's spot, he knew how it felt to be bullied and called out. Called names and having their flaws pointed out. The blonde thought about stopping but didn't, a part of him couldn't. Messing with others felt so nice and natural, Charles enjoyed this feeling. This feeling of power. Of darkness.
Laughing a little, the blone eyed the girl as he spoke"why would I listen to you? What will you do, loony," the blonde crossed his arms, leaning aginest the door frame as he laughed a little. Eyes twinkling on the girl as he waited for a moment before pushing himself off of the door frame and taking a frw steps closer to the girl, arms crossed and sly yet mischievous smile on the lad's face.
Peering down at the girl, Charles spoke"It's not being mean if it's the truth," the blonde walked a bit forward and reached, picking up the girl's notebook. Holding it high in the air as he looked upon the words and sketches, a slight smile on his face.
The blonde is a artist at heart, enjoying to sketch when he is alone or in the dead of night. Using a pencil and parchment to take out his feelings, drawing is the one thing that he can rely on to not leave him or call him out. It is a safety blanket for him. Shaking away the the feelings, the blone held the notebook high in the high as he eyed the girl.
"Stick figures? You bring shame to the art world as well as to Durmstrang."
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander