Humble Beginnings Arrival Thread Koldovstoretz

He did not look at the girl as he squeezed her hand, that wasn't the point, not even in the slightest. The action was not romantic, and the awkwardness of the hold would make that entirely obvious, for Nicholas understood to some degree what the older girl's intention had been. She'd sought to bait him, that was the most logical explanation, why else would she care to engage with a boy three years her junior? A likely sadist, she probably giggled gleefully when she thought back to the sputtering mess that her overtures seemed to turn him into. But, Nicholas thought proudly, she'd miscalculated. An offer to hold hands was embarrassing, but at least it was tolerable. She'd hugged him before, and he'd managed to survive that. Not to mention he was practically an adult at this point, he'd even kissed a girl.

Alas, such manly poise and posturing seemed to draw Erin's ire. Her accusation that he as not red enough, not bitching enough, ironically did serve to redden his cheeks a shade darker, but he bit his tongue. For once, his filter seemed to stop him from immediately responding with some idiotic reply.

"S'just holding hands," He drawled quickly, not wishing to linger on any of the words for longer than he absolutely had to. Any attention from her threatened to draw panic back from the pit of his stomach. Even as she looked at him, he did not return the glance. There were several interesting people to look at after all, "Doesn't mean anything." With luck, she'd abandon the hunt, maybe leave him be.

Unfortunately, it seemed that his reaction only baited her further for his hand was released, only for her to demand the other one. Shit. He could back down now, yes, but actually handing her the other hand would require him to face her, or at least face away from the carriages. He hissed through his teeth, trying to think of the best way to get the terrifying blonde off of his back.

Wordlessly, he thrust his other hand forward, his intention to grab hers in a motion more resembling a handshake than anything with even the tinge of friendship or romance.

"Also what do you mean my characteristic bitching?" He asked aghast, the statement only now processing. Worried thoughts as to hand-holding seemed to have taken precedence.

His distraction with trying to dissuade the girl rendered him utterly incapable of paying attention to the arrival of the Koldovstoretz students. Truly, he was terrible at welcomes.

@Erin Ryan

I haven't make the banner, but roro's hair is now shoulder length, brunette, still with bangs

Mentioning Nick and Erin

Interacting with @Rodion Makarovich aka me myself and i

The day finally came. She had been counting every little second until the other school arrived. Forget those schools she couldn’t pronounce except the American one, this specific school had someone she rather liked. A family, what a wonderful night it was when she found out she had a wizard relative. Someone who could swing their wand and actually do magic and not just that silly abracadabra. Though, an atrocious sight that sliced her poor heart was something she had to witness.
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There he was, that annoying boy with perfect hair and smile, clutching on someone else’s hand as if it gave him life. Nicholas McCow. He is indeed a cow. She had probably crossed the line, it was still hurt to see him after the incident. Trusted the wicked, that was what she did. The girl insisted that everything was in her head, she played the victim role, innocent was his middle name. Looking back, she should have seen the sea of red flags he brought everytime he was around. Sometimes the bravest thing someone could do was run, better late than never. When did he become a magnet of all the students, even that terrifying beater was head over heels. He really did rub salt on her open wounds. Turning her heels, just run and cry, if only her desire to see the loving cousin of hers wasn’t strong enough, those would be done already. Shifted her eyes back at the gate where some of the students came, looking for a familiar face.

Neatly combed curly hair, a fancy outfit, typical rich purebloods. Quite a contrast with her floral pink cardigan that probably had one or two holes, blame Lucifur. Her grim expression vanished when she saw his face. “YOU ROTTEN MACARONI!” She ran and proceeded to give him a big warm hug. Obviously, it wasn’t just a nickname, she really didn’t remember his real name. “HI! YOU’RE GETTING TALLER I DON’T LIKE IT!” Stood on her tiptoes, tried to reach his height, but unsuccessful. “Do you like my new hair? Cut it myself!” Aurora was beyond excited, she had been feeling down ever since… you know. Hopefully he will cheer her up like last time. Hey, he liked to give her nice gifts.

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Roleplaying as INPC Rodion Makarovich | Koldovstoretz | Charmer

Interacting with Roro aka me myself and I

Hogwarts. What did the founders think of when naming the school. Maybe there used to be hogs with many warts on their bodies populated the whole land, or the chance that they were not in their right mind was quite high. Back again to this hell hole. A place where his date went deranged, not to mention that embarrassing duel with those Slytherins. He was the first one who passed out, almost died because he insulted that quite attractive black haired girl. She was a mythical thing, but not as beautiful as Anna. Anastasia Prokovdine, the girl that rejected him not once, not twice, but a thousand times. It was the excessive determination and amazing flirting techniques that counted. Perhaps one thing that he should learn next was how to understand that no is a no, that would be a bit hard to penetrate and carved into his mind.

Three hours of carriage ride, it was boring. Though the sun was basically the lights to the surrounding, he couldn’t help but yawn. He wondered what Adeliah was doing on this not so beautiful day, perhaps getting pampered like a queen in her room, or was she having another tantrum. Truth to be told, there was a pang of guilt every time he thought about her. If only he wasn’t so selfish, she might have been here, with him, in the same carriage. Sighed rather deeply, at the end of the day, he was the one who got to live a normal life. Until the carriage stopped, and he had to get off. And one thing that he despised so much, that nickname, shouted from a hundred miles away.

“YOU ROTTEN MACARONI!”

“Shit” He said, under his breath of course. Smile, be excited, smile, be excited. “H-hi! O-oh! A hug!” A Ranvier. A truly aggravating Ranvier. A blood tainted Ranvier. Most of the Ranviers were dead probably because of the muggle mutations or something, plus, this was the product of combining your genes with those muggles. Who would’ve wanted that? Who would’ve wanted this Ranvier girl? Her hair was hideous, now she was a spitting image of Adeliah. He couldn’t help but to mix the two images together, and to his disappointment, they fitted, minus the behaviour. “Looks good! Like we say it in Russian, Прекрасный Beautiful”

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Emma had had lunch early, having been warned that the first group of international students would be arriving after lunch. She was curious to see what the other international students were like, she hadn’t given much thought to the fact that there had to be other magical schools. Because it was the weekend, she wasn’t wearing her robes, instead choosing some looser jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, with a thinner hoodie over top. She meandered from the Great Hall where she had lingered much longer than usual, to the entrance of the Castle, moving away from any groups of students she came across. She continued quietly and slowly moving out of the castle, unsure of where the group would appear or even how they would appear.
Instead, as she looked around outside, trying to decide where to go next, she spotted some shapes in the distance. Sitting on the side of the stairs, she watched as they grew, and became recognizable as carriages drawn by something. Although she couldn’t see what. Maybe they were just controlled by magic? Emma shrugged to herself, knowing she had a lot more to learn about the magical world.
Standing, she tried to decide what to do but decided she had come out here for a reason. Taking a quiet breath, she stood and tucked her hair behind one ear, moving down the stairs and looking around for a group small enough that Emma would feel comfortable enough to approach. Moving towards one such area, she quietly said ”Hullo, welcome to Hogwarts. I hope your travel went well.” Biting her lip, she stood, waiting to see what would happen.
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English|Russian

Kamila walked out on to the Hogwarts grounds. She was excited to see what was so great about Hogwarts compared to other schools. Because it surely couldn't be as perfect as it has been described to her. There had to be at least one thing that was a problem it may have feasts cooked for every meal and a professor for every topic you could ever dream of but there was surely something wrong with it perhaps it was the people it had to be them they were probably British snobs that did not even know how to say a single word in Russian. After all it seemed as if most of the Hogwarts students that came here were not even there to greet the Koldovstorovez students but instead just looking for a new place to chat amongst themselves. Kamila did notice a few who actually seemed interested in the arrival of the Koldovstrovez students.

One of these students she heard faintly whispering "Hullo, welcome to Hogwarts. I hope your travel went well.” "Hello,"Kamila responded."The travel was not the most pleasant for I am not fond of floo powder but I do hope it was worth it."Kamila paused for a second realizing that the girl probably didn't speak Russian and added, "Do you speak Russian?"

English|Russian interacting@Emma Wyan

Unnoticed, admittedly preferable she walked past the throng of students from both Koldovstoretz and Hogwarts. There was such weakness and opportunity in these international gatherings which Hogwarts has come to pride itself upon. The attention of the world focused on a singular place like a flood-light as they allowed a potential army of unknowns inside their doors. It was utterly foolish but that is the price of living boldly some might say -- the chance of failure, of injury and of shame.

For what most might conclude is simply a "pretty girl", she was a bit more complicated than that. Her keen interest in the heir apparent of a family that bred almost exclusively prophets, the son of a man with political aspirations and was now dead. The girl with ties to SCAR, now renamed SCARAB but in truth she saw little difference. The point was there, unchanged and ever valid.

How did a hag play into all of this? A cackling, maniacal, child-devouring 'beast' of a 'creature'. It was said that attempts had been made to include Hags in the past, that "things" simply went wrong and they would be right. All these rules, this stuffy atmosphere and privileged etiquette made her sick with degust. Wizards were on top for one reason alone, their numbers, because they got there first, because everyone else lacked the dignity to try to bring wizards down to their level.

There was no particular glee, no particular gain from Nicholas' suffering besides the fact that there was this sensation like electricity that went through her hand. No, it was not this romantic spark. It was this buzz, this anxiety, this agitation, this undefined teenage sensation that one would empathetically realize. His suffering for the sake of suffering was not the goal, she had no want or regret towards him but rather subsisted much like a parasite on a host the emotional energy that seeped through his pores. To leave the void for even a moment, she would find bliss in misery. No wonder she caught the eye of a trio of crones...

The tension in his bad, the flush of his cheeks told a tale the boy would not admit. Yet there was no satisfaction without admission. In the way that knowledge of regret is not enough for some as they demand blood, tears and shame.

"S'just holding hands," he drawled with a control that exceeded his years in response to her antagonism. The point of a bait is to have someone bite. It is easy to play stupid, to claim an impulse or even a joke to alleviate 'blame' or consequence. To vilify an unfortunate, likely deserving target and to compound their misery. The problem was, he was not biting, he already knew enough of her nature to know better. He had the self control to hold back, to not react, and to possibly defeat the part-Veela at her own game.

"Doesn't mean anything," he claimed. The fiend said the worst thing possible, that there was nothing. Not that she wanted some romantic, awkward impulse to compel them to grapple one another with their togues. She saw what he did to Aurora's face. No, she just wanted -a- reaction, any truthfully. Beggars can't be choosers but the worst fate of all was to be irrelevant, to be unnoticed and to be as she felt -- to be nothing.

Give me the other.

This one was obviously broken. He was the sort that reacted, loudly.

He would thrust his other and she would clutch it. It would have likely been more awkward, more 'romantic' if she did not snatch it like one would a flyball with both hands as if it would escape from her grip and roll away.

"Also what do you mean my characteristic bitching?"

"It is what you do," she proclaimed as factually as one would some basic scientific principle such as the the laws of thermodynamics. "You react, loudly. It is the thing I like about you," like being a very broad term in this case. They were not friends, they were not even associates. Peers in only that they attend the same school and are wizards, they were not even in the same house or year. Of course she would notice Nicks girlfriend or his presumed girlfriend considering the tonsil hocket she witnessed last month.

"Look, your girlfriend," she moved their (yes 'their' now) hand towards Ranvier. "Let's visit her!" She explained with all the enthusiasm of a sadist.

Action: Erin attempts to tug/drag Nicholas towards Aurora.

Nicholas has the right to claim success or failure without the use of rolls. Success/Failure is deferred to him.

Nicholas almost bit his tongue in half to prevent himself from speaking, the instinctual desire to defend himself threatening to destroy his barely maintained facsimile of poise.

“I-” He caught himself, teeth clattering shut, jaw clenching hard, before the syllable could even be finished.

She’d admitted to baiting him, to wishing to see him bitch through her incessant teasing and entirely inappropriate behaviour. He’d known it, even if he hadn’t the foggiest as to the why. But the reason for his near failure in keeping his poise lay in that latter factor, he wanted to understand why she wanted him to react so badly. What did she gain from it? Was he just some humorous carnival side-show, his sputtering a postmodern reinvention of a street magician? It seemed the most likely answer, but he was not content with merely finding the most logical solution.

But winning her little game remained more important than finding out what made the peculiar upperclassman tick, and so his jaw remained clenched, his protestations dying before they had a chance to dance upon his tongue.

That was, until, she spoke the most accursed word in the English language. Nicholas had not noticed Aurora arrive nor did he bear witness to her subsequent interaction with one of the foreign students. He’d put so much energy into maintaining his facade of poise that the entirety of his focus had fallen upon the blonde fifth year. That focus shattered immediately.

“Wh-what?” He spluttered, cheeks deepening to scarlet, and spoke rapidly, the words tumbling out as runaway horses, “She’s not my girlfriend and, besides, I don’t particularly want to see her. What kind of game are you playing at?”

So shocked was he, that he didn’t even think to fight back on the beater’s tugging motions until she’d already dragged him to the carriages. Under exam conditions or during the height of a broom race, he could maintain some form of mental clarity, but where Ranvier was concerned, thoughts turned to jelly, his mind liquifying under the weight of confused emotions.

Erin had wanted to bait him into cracking, she’d done so, the mask collapsed into a mess of hasty attempts to excuse himself from the situation.

“No, she’s seeing someone, it would be rude to inter-” He cut himself off, aware of the fact that he’d need to introduce himself, and even more painfully aware of the fact that his hand was still clutched in the grip of one Erin Ryan.

He would try to snatch his hand out of the older girl’s grip, although whether or not he was successful was another matter.

“Hi,” Was the only word offered to Aurora or to her foreign companion.

@Erin Ryan & @Aurora Ranvier

Action: Dragged by Erin. Attempting to take his hand from her grip (Erin can decide if this is a success or failure)

It seemed all that is required to break one Nicholas McCowan was Aurora Ranvier. He denied that she was her girlfriend, "I am pretty sure your tongue was so far down her throat you know what her spleen tastes like," Erin replied as she dragged him over to the happy couple, Aurora and the foreign stud muffin. She never knew that the cupcakes were poisoned, well 'tainted' with a love potion, Afterall, who keeps a love potion just randomly about their kitchen? Concerning inquiries aside, all she knew and saw was Nicholas the prude was not much of a prude when it came to Aurora. More like a parched, starving man who spent days in the desert finally coming upon a happy meal. She was pretty sure he was about to devour her before she left the party confused and just as alone as she was when she camee.

The flush on his cheeks and the look of horror that eclipsed his stern, constipated features told her that she finally hit a nerve. It was the elixir of life for her, this anxiety and embarrassment, this agitation and teenage angst. "Hi there, new boyfriend?" She was referring to macaroni boy, whoever this foreign pretty-boy was.

Nick would snatch his hand from her grip, leaving it clammy and empty. Gosh, it was still cold in the spring weather. [color=indigo"Why are you so like mean Nick?"[/color] She hissed at him loudly, yes she was messing with him and making a scene. "I wanted to see the happy duo and all you can do is run off!" From his girlfriend oddly enough. Did they break things off. Was it only a physical thing, he had some cotton candy fetish perhaps? No use dwelling on it really.

A weak hello was the best he could muster but it was glorious for Erin. Not that she understood their complicated relationship or what exactly agitated him or how, only that he was some tangled mess of emotions she would not even attempt to unravel. She just wanted to see it, experience it vicariously.

I haven't make the banner, but roro's hair is now shoulder length, brunette, still with bangs

Mentioning @Erin Ryan

Interacting with @Nicholas McCowan

He was the one who got away, and he got away a couple of times, that was plenty. No explanation, no apology, just a hi with his hand clutched onto another. She was not ready to face him, not that she would be anytime soon. He was alive and well, which was secretly relieving. Though her previous question still stands, he said he can’t live without her so why aren’t you dead yet? It was quite alarming when she first heard it came out of his dumb mouth, the image of him slowly evaporated when she was away worried her but seriously, why is he still breathing? Disapproval was the look she was giving to the new couple, then a scoff in disbelief. “I thought you said I should stay away from you.” The build up of emotions was to blame for, she hadn’t got the chance to ask nor let her heart out regarding the valentine doomsday. Nicholas’ presence with another girl triggered all of the fury in her. “What is this? Trying to let me know that you’re seeing another girl now? Do you really want to see me suffer that much? Is it not enough already? I get it, you don’t like me, you made it very clear when you left and that’s fine! And as promised I will not bother you again so can you please stop it as well?” No filter, she cried him a river for days, now it was the time to drown him in it.

Giving away all of her focus on Nicholas, she completely ignored the existence of the Slytherin beater. Let macaroni handle the beauty of Erin. She was not that intimidating up close, especially knowing the fact that the Ravenclaw beat her arse on the last match. The aftermath of that tea party left her dazed and confused. Stayed awake in the a.m. Sanity? Never heard of it. Using markers and whatnot, she tried to connect the dots to at least understand why he acted the way he did. For days, she couldn’t find any reason except blaming herself. Then in the darkest part of the night, an epiphany of memory came onto her. “I’m sorry you hated my cupcakes so much that you left, either that or the kiss I don’t know. The truth is they were all prebaked, so you should blame the bakers, and not me. The toppings were already there since before I came, so I’m sorry if they made you sick.” Guess he was right afterall, an idiot, a real piece of work, has at least a few screws loose. He had seen her in a very degrading way whilst she looked up to him. Anger always ended up with tears, and with that, she tried to search for a place to hide so she could cry in peace. “I’ll just- um- excuse myself”