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Dorian Montoir, Teppenpaw
Eh, zenme le?
Sat Jun 23, 2018 23:48
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Dorian took a seat next to Tatya in Transfiguration. The task for the day sounded relatively pleasing for both of them. Tatya, he was sure, would be happy because she liked gloves, and the instruction from Professor Skies that they should roll their ‘r’s pleased him because he had a very difficult time not rolling his automatically. So far, it hadn’t produced any disastrous results - there seemed to be a difference between mispronouncing and having an accent, although where the line was, he wasn’t quite sure. But knowing that his accent would come in useful for once rather than being a hindrance at best and buffalo to the chest at worst made it a good day.

He refrained from commenting on this to Tatya for the time being, because she had her eyes shut and looked like she was still processing. He understood the need for that, and so didn’t think much of it. He took some time pondering the gloves he might make. He had quite a few to think on as a frame of reference, given his friendship with Tatya. Professor Skies had said the lesson was wintery, but also that they could make any type, and with Tatya sitting right next to him, it was hard to keep his mind on non-Tatya type gloves, so he figured he was best of making those. Perhaps he could try to replicate the ones he had got her for Christmas. He felt positive about those, seeing as they also reminded him of home and his mother, having been picked out with her assistance, and he found that it was always easier to cast spells when he felt happy about what he was making.

Before he could begin though, Tatya’s bag began to smoke. He glanced at her, but her eyes were still shut. He was about to say something when it burst into flames, her eyes opened and he got a brief and to-the-point lesson in Russian swearing. The incident was over before either of them could do anything, the little bag having burnt itself to nothing.

“Hey, Tatya, chto sluchilos?” he asked concerned, laying a hand gently on her arm. Obviously she was swearing and startled because she’d set the bag on fire. And obviously that had happened because she was sick and presumably upset. But what about? He had thought she’d be happy about this lesson.

  • Setting the bag on fire (oh Pro-fess-sor!)Tatiana Vorontsova, Pecari, Tue Jun 19 19:11
    Everyone was so gloomy without you, Katya had written. But it was still Rozhdestvo - Sonia had a beautiful party and Mama let me go. She conjured knockout roses, too, and I put some in my hair - red... more
    • Eh, zenme le? — Dorian Montoir, Teppenpaw, Sat Jun 23 23:48
      • Could be worseProfessor Skies, Sat Jun 23 23:49
        Selina kept her eyes on the class, looking out for trouble. Since they had confirmed it was a magical illness causing all these incidents, it didn’t feel like a case whether or not there would be... more
        • Normally, hearing Russian was enough to improve Tatiana’s mood by itself – partially for the familiarity, and partially for the thought that her friends cared enough to specifically make the effort... more
          • Please, Merlin, noDorian (and Professor Skies), Fri Jun 29 10:31
            Dorian took a moment to process Tatya’s first remark, and in that time Professor Skies had come over. So by the time he realised Tatya had said I want to go home, the teacher was already there and... more
            • It’s probably inevitable.Tatiana , Sat Jun 30 23:04
              Dorian putting his hand on her arm had never occurred to Tatiana as a remotely strange or noteworthy thing for him to do, and him putting a hand on her shoulder did not register as much more... more
              • Can I be elsewhere where it happens?Dorian, Mon Jul 2 08:12
                “Merci,” he smiled, when Tatya complimented him on being a good friend. Dorian always tended to look slightly surprised by the compliments he received, but also very touched, and it was one of the... more
                • Doubt it.Tatiana, Mon Jul 2 16:45
                  “It just says it all not-same,” grumbled Tatiana, glaring and waving toward the word on the board. “Not like always, or like we do – glupyi letters.” Nothing to do, though, but try again, and try to... more
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