Study Hall was, in Lyubov’s opinion, one of the best times of the day. The third-year worked hard in her classes and generally finished most of her homework during class time, so Study Hall was an excellent supplement to that. Besides, it gave her time to research her own topics. She had a private tutor over the summer, and what Jolanta taught her didn’t exactly line up with RMI’s curriculum; being left to her own devices in the library for an hour or so meant she could stay on top of her studies at home.
As was becoming a tiring habit, she made sure her hair was tucked completely under her black cap before leaving her dorm. Taking a seat against the window, she promptly pulled out one of her books from home, a text on the relationship between political and economic systems and its relevance in the magical world. She already knew the basics, but Jolanta had stressed on her that it was duzhe vazhlyvo, very very important, that she read this book and understand it perfectly. It was actually an interesting read so she wasn’t too opposed to that. Lyubov glanced up as someone sat down opposite her and gave the younger boy a friendly smile before turning back to her book. She vaguely heard the librarian talking, but didn’t pay much attention. Study Hall was straightforward. It couldn’t be anything too important.
She’d pulled out her quill and was just about to start taking notes when the boy spoke up. “Study outside?” she echoed in her thick accent. She looked around the room, hazel eyes taking in the number of students that were leaving, presumably to work out in the hall. Lyubov turned back to the boy and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. If you would like company, I’m happy to come with you, or stay here...” Thinking it over, she added, “Though going outside would be a nice - how do you say it? - a nice change of pace. So yes, I'll come with you!" She began to pack up her books before pausing midway to hold out her hand to him. "My name is Lyubov Kovalchuk. Third-year. And yourself?"
Oliver had not been to the library very often and had been appalled when he found out that he would be forced to spend at least an hour or so there. As a result, he was in a bad mood and disliked the ... more
Studying is good! Lyubov Kovalchuk (Draco),Fri Mar 30 18:34
Aoife wasn’t looking forward to studying. She was dreading it. For some reason Aoife found studying almost impossible. No matter how hard she tried she always got distracted by something or another... more
Oliver was delighted when two people, an older girl and his new partner-in-crime, agreed to go with him. He grinned at them both. "Yes!" he said, quietly. "It is a nice day outside. It would be a... more
Another girl at their table spoke up soon after herself, agreeing to come outside with them. Lyubov returned her smile. The more the merrier! The more she thought about it, the more going outside... more
“Looo-boff, Is that it? ”Aoife repeated the older students name to familiarise herself with it. She had a strange name herself and it was a little annoying when people spelt it wrong. The smile on... more
"Loo-boff, Loo-boff. Got it. Sorry." Oliver smiled apologetically. He was sure he wasn't the only one who had ever asked her, but it was a hard name to pronounce on the first try. He was pretty happy ... more
She smiled and waved off Oliver's apology. "It's okay! And yes, that's how you say it," she added with a nod to Aoife. If she was American, she would have probably asked Aoife to repeat her name as... more
Aoife liked the sound of Ukraine and decided that in the future she might visit it. She listened with a smile on her face as Lyubov described her home it really did sound lovely. Throwing her hands... more
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