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Abigail · 16 · 6th · Undecided · Halfblood · 5'5"
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Jan 24 2018, 12:22 AM   Link Quote
The world works in mysterious ways. At least, that’s what Addy told herself as she climbed out the earthy tunnel that led to the Hufflepuff common room. The entrance slammed shut behind her, seeming to finalize her evening plans with the sharp smack of the wood. It was easier to blame some unknown force in the universe than admit that she had agreed to meet -and then spend time with- Grigoriy Drozdov. If her decision wasn’t so repulsively embarrassing then perhaps she would have spent the night searching for the reasoning behind it. However, the two-hour exchange of owls was too humiliating to experience twice, so she’d pushed the memories aside and decided to bury herself in library books. There was no better distraction to Adelaide than a mind-numbing chapter about magical history. It took only thirty minutes of studying for her head to be so filled to the brim with Herbology and hatred for schoolwork that there wasn’t any space left for guilt or regret. Yes, she had discovered the only thing homework was good for, and that was flushing boys out of her system.

She felt exposed now that she’d left the warmth and safety of her common room. Adelaide was alone in the hallway with a tiny falcon, tipsy mind, and no homework assignments to hide behind anymore. Every step towards the bathroom had begun to feel like another one towards her doom. While it was reassuring to know that Grisha was unable to bail, there was nothing binding him to punctuality. How typical would it be for him to appear an hour late, just to mock her about how long she’d been left waiting? Or maybe he’d bring another girl along, just to further convey that “this is not a date.” The voice inside her head took on a mocking tone, her face scrunching up as his previous words and insults came flooding back. It’d been easy to ignore them in the dorm when everything was loud and cozy and there were distractions galore. Now she was trapped in the hallway, left with only her thoughts and the company of a small bird.

Nika was wrapped in one of the various fuzzy blankets that were strewn about the Hufflepuff commons. Over the years, the puffs had accumulated a nice collection of black and yellow decor, with a strong preference for soft things. At first, Adelaide had found it bothersome. The couches were so heavily coated with furry accessories that it became hard to find a place a sit. As a first year, it had terrified her. She was too scared to touch anything, lest another student come up and fuss at her for squashing their things beneath her bum. It wasn’t until an upperclassman ensured her — multiple times — that the blankets were for anyone that wanted them that she started to relax. With time, she grew to accept (and then love) the odd tradition. It was nice to know that one could always count on at least one blanket being available for use. Just perfect for transporting your ex’s miniature falcon to the Perfect’s Bathroom.

Speaking of which…

A deep breath escaped as she sized up the large doors in front of her. Now that she’d reached her destination, there was no turning back. Frankly, there was never an option to turn back in the first place. Every moment with Grisha felt like a fight for her pride, and that was something she was not willing to lose. She may allow him victory in minor skirmishes, like how he called her parakeet or the way he just had to send that last “K.” Those things irked her, but they were trivial when looking at the big picture. As long as she came out on top, who cared what happened in-between? Unlike most their interactions, however, this meeting was special. Since they rarely met face-to-face, Addy needed to take advantage of the situation and assert her superiority as best as possible. Yes, she was going to show him who’s boss.

Or the Vodka would kick both their asses and Addy would spend the next week regretting almost everything she'd said. Either way, she was in for a hell of a night.

Happily reassured, she finally felt ready to enter. She softly whispered the password Grisha had given her, before placing a firm hand on the word and dramatically pushing open the wooden door. A gasp escaped her as she took in the room for the very first time. The steam was the earliest element to greet her, followed by a sweet aroma that seemed to drift from the water itself. She set Nika down on a large wood stool, still supported by his towel, and walked over to the edge of the pool.Tall, swooping marble ceilings with stained glass windows casting light upon a sparkling blue pool. It was like a mini man-made paradise, handcrafted to deliver what would surely be the most luxurious bath of any person's life.

Such a shame she had to share such magnificent beauty with Grisha...

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Mar 13 2018, 01:53 AM   Link Quote
TW: Pureblood supremacists are in fact magical racists.

K.

Who in their right mind went through the trouble of sending an owl to deliver a message that contained a single letter and nothing more? Well, apparently he did, but only because Adelaide Wilmont had done so before, and he obviously couldn’t allow such an annoying, arrogant, prideful, and awful girl to have the last word. Specially not after she had dared steal Nika as if his kestrel were just like one of the school’s owls. Logically speaking, it had been his fault, he had been the one who had made Nika carry a message for that mudblood harpy simply because he had been annoyed at the way she had acted at the festival, and at how her presence there had diminished his enjoyment of both his revenge on his fiancée and his kiss with Cosimia Spiros. Of course, it wasn’t as if the latter couldn’t happen on a future occasion, it likely would, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, in fact, that Adelaide Wilmont was a despicable, disgusting, terrible person who insulted people and then stole their pets as if a shorter, younger, less fashionable, Cruella de Vil – a fitting comparison, if Grisha had even known who that was. It was all her fault, as obviously, people like Grigoriy Yakovlevich Drozdov weren’t ruled by simple logic, and he most definitely was never to blame when bad things happened to him. No, not at all… not even if he had insulted her, her family, and had said a variety of terrible things that would have likely earned him detention if a professor had seen the messages he sent to the Hufflepuff girl that afternoon.

Had the situation been any diffirent, he would have never agreed to meeting up with Adelaide and spending time with her. He would have never suggested it, he wouldn’t even have considered the possibility of willingly seeing her after discovering she was just some filthy halfblood girl. But, everything was different now that his precious Nika was at the mercy of her gross, blood traitor, hands; and Grigoriy most certainly wasn’t going to allow her to get away with taking his pet. This was a hostage situation. What kind of heartless bitch witch even came up with stealing someone’s pet!? He wouldn’t have even considered, and he was arguably quite terribly, enough to hex just about anyone without hesitation. Just like how he was going to hex Adelaide once Nika was back to safety… or maybe even curse her if she was too annoying. Actually, when was she not annoying. So, needless to say, claiming that Grigoriy was angry at that whole situation was an understatement, and despite what Adelaide may have believed, he had no intention of showing up late or with another girl, every single step taken as he walked through the hallways firm and heavy, the translucent bottle in his hands held by the noose as he made his way to the place of their meeting.

Adelaide Wilmont was underestimating that whole situation, because see, to Grisha, Nika was far from just being a bird he could buy at any pet store.

Grisha had never even stepped in a pet store. The reason Nika mattered was not because the kestrel was his or because he appreciated how highly fuctional it was when it came to delivering messages quickly. It was because, truly, Nika was much more than a pet, and despite what many may have believed about Grigoriy Drozdov’s complete lack of a heart, Grisha cared for him. After all, the Russian boy had found the kestrel when it was merely a hatchling, he had cared for it, raised it, and trained it. He had never even been interested in falconry before Nika had become a part of his life, and truly, the fact that Adelaide Wilmont thought she could take better care of the kestrel simply because she disliked Grigoriy was enraging. It took every single speck of self-control within him not to storm into the Prefect’s Bathroom and hex the girl upon sight, conving himself that he first needed to ensure Nika’s safety, that he needed to honour their agreement. But how was he supposed to sit, have drinks and enjoy himself with a girl who had done something so despicable? How was he supposed to forgive her after making him go through such a nightmarish situation.

He wasn’t. He would never. He had absolutely no plans of ever forgiving Adelaide Wilmont for anything. But of course, that wasn’t something he even considered on telling the girl as he stared at the entrance of the Prefect’s Bathroom, pronouncing the password he had obtained from one of the people who had previous held the Prefect position. Apparently, the password to that place wasn’t something that changed all too often, feeling a slight relief as the door opened and he stepped into the hidden room, dark sneakers soon meeting a cold tile floor. He didn’t even bother with looking at his surroundings, with being mesmerized by the exquisite architecture and decor, or how unfairly different that place was from all other bathrooms. All he had eyes for was the badger, and most particularly the blanket in her hands, icy eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. “You know, halfbloods are unappealing and all, but you must really be desperate if you have to resort to extortion and taking hostages in order to get men to spend time with you.” The words came cold and coated in the usual Slavic intonation that gave them an even sharper tone. Not even a hello, of course he would insult her from the very moment he saw her disgusting – although arguably quite beautiful – expression. Oh how he hated the fact that he still thought she was attractive despite the fact that one of her parents was a filthy blood traitor. “Don’t worry, this is not a date. I would never stoop so low. So, how about you let me see Nika and then we have a toast?” It was then when the bottle was raised, a brow quirked, almost as if challenging her.


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Mar 19 2018, 10:44 PM   Link Quote
Her eyes, having taken in all the room had to offer, flitted to the stool again. Hazel orbs regarded the small falcon with glee. What were the odds, that out of the hundreds of birds in Hogwarts Owlery, she’d choose Grisha’s? And who could have predicted that Grigoriy Drozdov, master of indifference, would be so exploitively fond of a little bird? She took the blanket in her arms again, swaddling the bird against her chest. She may never again be given the delicious opportunity to dangle something above Grisha’s head, so she planned on making this experience as torturous as possible.

Adelaide was certain that nothing she could do would make up for all mockery of her family, but that wasn’t going to stop her from trying. Admittedly, stealing his pet bird was a little childish, but so was sending another owl with the same message just to get the last word. In all fairness, that that was the most charming part of their exchange. The ‘K’ was practically a compliment when compared to the unpleasantries of the rest of their owls. The fact that he refused to recognize her point as the superior one, or even acknowledge its existence, was maddening. Sometimes, talking to Grisha felt like talking to a toy with a string. You pull their cord and they say their lines, but after a while, you get bored with the same-old-same-old. What used to come as a slap in the face barely seemed to register anymore. He tossed around words like ‘mudblood’ and ‘blood traitor’ so often that they were beginning to lose their effect. It wasn’t even the phrases that stung anymore, rather the fact that she knew how whole-heartedly he believed them.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to take pity on him. Most days she found it hard to feel anything more than pure animosity towards the boy. The way he talked to her was infuriating, never mind that she did her best to belittle him right back. She could rationalize her derision of the Drozdov family with every taunting remark he flung her way. And besides, calling him a purist wasn’t even that bad, especially since it was something Grisha admitted to with pride. Not to mention that Adelaide would have been all too happy to continue relations with him if he hadn’t decided to be so nasty towards her family. Now that she thought about it, the entire ordeal was all Grigoriy’s fault. There would have been no reason for her to turn cold had he been respectful or, here’s a thought, made the choice to be a decent human being. Sadly, it seemed that his parents had skipped a morals lesson in lieu of hammering more purist ideas into his head. Shame.

Her attention peaked when she heard movement at the door. For a moment she feared she was going to be discovered by some Perfect and be promptly kicked out, but then Grigoriy walked in and her previous sense of irritation returned. She prepared to greet him but was quickly interrupted. Oh. Her breath caught at the insult. No formalities. No hello. Not even the ever-predictable greeting of ‘Wilmont’, usually dripping with boredom or disdain. So that’s how you wanna be. Well, two could play at that game. Correction, two would play at that game. Adelaide didn’t give up, and she certainly didn’t give in, especially not to Grisha. She let a scoff escape her lips. “I’d hardly call you a man, Drozdov.” If her arms hadn’t been occupied, she would have placed them on her hips.

“Looks to me like you can see him just fine.” She quirked her eyebrow in the slightest act of defiance. “Unless you wanna keep ‘em perched on your shoulder all night like a pirate-“ Adelaide spun on her heel so she could put Nika back on the stool, “then he should be just fine right there.” She let her arms fold across her chest as she strode towards him. “That poor bird is in no rush to return to your possession, I’m sure.” She stopped right in front of him. It was almost comical how much shorter she was, but she refused to let it serve as a deterrent. To compensate, she considered drawing her wand. However, common sense told her otherwise. She’d never admit it, but Grisha was far better a wizard. She’d like to think it was because the Drozdov’s had given him private lessons or training, but in reality, that was just easier than accepting her lack of magical skill, something that would only spur on his belief that purebloods were the ‘superior race’. Tonight, she couldn't depend on her magic. It would most definitely result in a loss. Instead, she decided, she’d have to rely on her tongue. “Your narcissism is suffocating, and I only have to experience it in small doses. I can't imagine what its like for Nika.” She met his gaze with all the challenge she could muster, locking his eyes with an icy glare. With years of sibling-staring-contests under her belt, she was positive she’d win this leg of the battle. Adelaide Wilmont was not a force to be reckoned with, and she planned on proving it.


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