Closed Walking on Sunshine PV Mellani Miller

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Mellani was roaming on the grounds cluelessly. She didn't want to read or sketch or do anything, really. So, she just went to the grounds to roam. Was that a good idea? Probably not. Now, she was alone with her thoughts with no sketchbook to express them on and no book to get away from them.

Although it was sunny, Mellani was wearing a black hoodie. She was used to the heat now and she didn't really care about what others thought of her. She put her hands in her pockets and kept roaming, looking around to check if anyone else was there. It was after classes and she expected most people to be in the library or common rooms completing homework. As for Mellani, she was pretty quick when it came to finishing homework and had decided to do it later in the day.

Mellani noticed someone else walking in her direction. He was clearly taller than Mellani and probably also older. She was surprised when he stopped near her. What could anyone possibly want with her, right? She was just another student in this school, a muggle-born student at that, who had somehow managed to make it so far without one bad grade.

Then, to her surprise, he actually ventured to ask her how she was doing. Mellani realized that she had never seen him before. Maybe he was someone from the other schools? Or, maybe he was from Hogwarts but Mellani hadn't noticed him before. Mellani smiled back at him, deciding to wait and see how things went between them. "I'm doing fine... How about you?" Mellani asked him. Mellani was one of those who always said she was doing fine, no matter how false that was, unless she was talking to someone close. And there was no such someone in Hogwarts. Not yet, anyways. The wide grin on the other guy's face made Mellani feel better too, somehow as her smile grew a little bit wider.

Interacting with: @Ruby Cazares as iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

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Writing as approved Durmstrang iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

The girl smiled back at him—thank god, she wasn’t one of the rude ones—and said she was doing fine, asking him how he was. “Only fine?” he teased lightly. “I am wonderful. The sun is shining, it is a beautiful day. What more could I ask for?” He grinned. If the girl was trying to figure out where he was from, it wouldn’t be too hard to narrow down the options. His Russian accent was easily audible, although not thick enough to be hard to understand. With foreign students visiting from other schools, his Russian origin meant that he was either from Durmstrang or Koldovstoretz. But this wasn’t relevant information at the moment, he would only bring it up if it was a natural progression of conversation or if she asked.

Slava was not particularly bothered by small talk, unlike some—he just enjoyed meeting people and talking to them about absolutely anything. “Are you not hot?” he asked suddenly, gesturing at the girl’s black hoodie. Coming from a colder environment himself, the current temperature of 13 degrees Celsius felt warm to him, especially with the sun shining. “Ah, and I never asked for your name. Mine is Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich, but please call me Slava. What is yours?” It was pleasant to be relaxing on a Wednesday afternoon, just engaging in carefree conversation. There was probably something “productive” he could be doing right now, but he cared little for that. Making connections, however brief, was far more important to him.

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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @ 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @Ruby Cazares as iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

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𝒪𝒪𝒞 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒 Reducio

Mellani shrugged at the teasing comment. It sounded a lot like something her brother would say. The thought brought a genuine smile to her face.
Yes, she was only fine. She hadn't been a few seconds ago. She was probably lying when she told the older guy that she was doing fine, but somehow, in that short duration, with only one comment, he had made her feel much better.

"I am wonderful. the sun is shining, it is a beautiful day.", he said. At that moment, Mellani really wished she could match his enthusiasm and energy as he grinned. Mellani couldn't resist the urge to grin back, wondering how he had managed to improve her mood, something only her brother and best friends back at home managed to do. Mellani had also realized from his accent that he probably wasn't from Hogwarts. She was good at recognizing accents and was pretty sure his had a bit of Russian in it. Which meant that he was either from Durmstrang or Koldovstoretz. Mellani decided not to ask for now. It wasn't relevant anyways, and she didn't even know his name yet.

Mellani was just about to introduce herself when he asked her if she wasn't feeling hot, gesturing at her hoodie. Mellani shrugged. "I'm kinda used to it by now...", she said, her speech getting a bit casual. She didn't mind the hoodie much, and she often tended to wear it when she was feeling low or just wanted to run away from life.

Then, the boy introduced himself. His name was big. Mellani wondered how she would remember it, but just then he said that she could call him Slava. Mellani let out an audible sigh of relief, then quickly tried to covered it up with a cough. "I'm Mellani Miller, feel free to call me Mell if you want, though", Mellani responded.

WIS: 8 ACC: 7 STA: 5 EVA: 5 ARC: 6 STR: 5
Fearless

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Writing as approved Durmstrang iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

The girl he was talking to eventually introduced herself as Mellani, or Mell, and he was amused to note the sigh/cough she let out after hearing she could just refer to him as Slava. He thought it was funny to introduce himself properly before allowing people to call him a diminutive, even if he had no intention of being referred to as formally or properly as someone such as his brother Max preferred. Formality was so boring and he had no time for it. He would much rather skip to the fun part, the casual nicknames and teasing and physical affection. He wanted to know as many people as possible and that meant letting them get to know him as more than just Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich. But it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching non-Russians squirm as they struggled to pronounce his name.

His attention wandered back to Mellani’s hoodie, so warm-looking and a boring black. What was life without color, without joy and spontaneity and showing that through fun patterns and a multitude of colors in outfits? The only place black always belonged was as the color of nail polish. “Say, Mell, how do you feel about glitter?” he asked suddenly, a mischievous grin overtaking his features. A hand slowly wormed its way into his pocket, feeling for the opening of one of the pouches he carried around that his friends were all too well acquainted with. A quick movement and Mellani’s hoodie was… redecorated… with a small handful’s worth of numerous tiny, shiny specks of golden glitter. Slava admired his work with a cheeky grin. “What do you think? Much better? A bit of color never hurt anyone.” There was always the chance that this would completely backfire and that Mellani would be mad at him, but it was a risk he was willing to take to discover the potential of a relaxed nature.

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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @ 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @Ruby Cazares as iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

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𝒪𝒪𝒞 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒 Reducio

Mellani noticed Slava staring at he hoodie yet again and rolled her eyes. "Hey, I mean it when I say I'm not feeling hot", she said, her tone slightly defensive. It was the that he asked her whether she liked glitter.

Mellani was about to say no. She really DID NOT like glitter, but of course, before she could get a single word out of her mouth, she noticed something in his hand, and before she could do as much as move a step backward, her hoodie was doused in glitter. Many thoughts and emotions flooded into Mellani's head, anger and irritation surprisingly not being the dominating ones. The first thought in her head was, "Why are boys so annoying?" Mellani covered her mouth, not realizing that she'd actually voiced the thought. She sighed as she looked at her hoodie. It didn't look too bad, but she still liked the plain black hoodie better.

"Was that really necessary?", Mellani asked, a slightly apprehensive expression on her face. Mellani had always liked and hated her brother at the same time for exactly this reason. He was annoying, but he knew it would make her smile. Slava seemed like the same kind of person, and annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but smile at all the memories of her brother.

WIS: 8 ACC: 7 STA: 5 EVA: 5 ARC: 6 STR: 5
Fearless

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Writing as approved Durmstrang iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

"Hey, I mean it when I say I'm not feeling hot," Mellani had said defensively. Oh, if she thought that was why he was looking at the hoodie, she would be in for a surprise. Giving her no time to respond to the inquiry about glitter, he flung it over her with a grin, earning a response of "Why are boys so annoying?" He laughed as she covered her mouth, clearly not intending to actually say it. “Comes with the territory,” he teased with a shrug. Yes, the hoodie was much better now, the golden specks of glitter sprinkled like stars across the black landscape of the garment. He reckoned he could call himself an artist for his creative, much-needed use of the glitter.

"Was that really necessary?" Slava nodded very seriously. “Yes, a much needed improvement.” He shot another cheeky grin at her. “Be grateful I didn’t have my bright pink glitter with me today. The gold goes much nicer.” He loved messing with people, and harmless pranks and redecorations like these were his favorite of them all. No harm or distress was caused besides perhaps a slight inconvenience when they would have to remove the glitter, but they had magic! Magic could solve everything, right? He just wasn’t the best at using it, but no matter, he was sure a studious-seeming girl like her would be able to manage it just fine. Besides, she didn’t actually seem too mad, just a little annoyed. He was sure she would be able to get over it! It was just a little glitter! Maybe it would even encourage her to wear more color, although that was less likely. But a boy could dream.

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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @ 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @Ruby Cazares as iNPC Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

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𝒪𝒪𝒞 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒 Reducio

Mellani rolled her eyes as she looked at her hoodie. Hopefully a good wash or some spell would be enough to take all the glitter off it. When Slava said that she should be grateful he did not have pink glitter, she really was. "Okay, now I actually feel bad for all your friends. Pink glitter would have been much, much worse than this.", she said, a small joking grin on her face.

"So... which school are you from?", she asked curiously. She really wanted to know how the other magical schools were too. She had also asked the question because she needed a change of topic, because she was scared that if she did not do so, she might be greeted with even more surprises, which she wasn't sure she wanted.

Mellani had to keep herself from taking off the sparkly hoodie, which was making her very conscious, evident by the way she kept glancing towards it. She looked at Slava and for the first time wondered how she actually did not mind talking to him when he was not only older to her, but was also a guy, the two things that actually made her uncomfortable around most people except her brother. Maybe it was just his positive energy that reached out to her, or maybe this place had actually managed to make her a bit more social, she couldn't tell.

WIS: 8 ACC: 7 STA: 5 EVA: 5 ARC: 6 STR: 5
Fearless