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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Nov 7, 2010 18:25:16 GMT -5
Antonio skipped happily to class, humming and thinking of ways he could somehow sneak into the kitchens (where-ever they were) and make some good Spanish food. Ahhh Spanish food . . . Don't get him wrong, the food at Hogwarts was really good, but it just didn't fit to Antonio's palate. Shitty British food aside, he was absolutely in love with the school. He enjoyed the wide castle, the flat, sprawling green grass that was so oh rare in his commercial fishing town back home. Everything was just so lush and fresh here . . . Antonio made a note to get some kids from class to play some football later on in the day.
He made his way up a path of winding stares, almost tripping on once that gave way underneath. Well that was weird, he stood there for a few minutes, poking the tip of his toe on the step and watched in bob up and down. It wasn't until he realized after a good five minutes that he'd be late for class. Antonio cursed something in Spanish, begging god to not let him be late. He barely made it to - what he thought was the potions room, atleast, not too many classes were held in the dungeons as far as he knew. He ran in just in time, and threw himself - hey was that the scary girl with a knife from the train?- next to the nearest available seat. Antonio sighed happily, taking note that alot of the kids in class looked quite scary, and the teacher even more so. he shivered, instead swinging himself toward the girl as the teacher filed away what looked like the red of his papers.
Antonio gave her a warm - if not a bit tired, since he was still breathing hard and flushed from his mad dash - smile, "Hola, pretty chica~ How're you this morning?"
Yup, today seemed like it'd turn out lovely. As long as he didn't get distracted by that step again.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Nov 13, 2010 21:48:30 GMT -5
It was the first day of classes, and some of the students seemed a little put off that one of their classes was to be held in what was previously used as a dungeon. Natalya wasn't too upset about it, though, and on the contrary, felt a little pleased by the cold dark atmosphere. She tried to be more forward and make friends, so she asked the girl beside her who was also waiting to go into the room if she thought anyone had ever been tortured down here. Apparently this was the wrong thing to ask - or at the very least the wrong thing to ask so very happily.... Because the girl just gaped at her, and when the classroom door opened and everyone shuffled in to their seats, Natalya found herself sitting alone.
The entire day had gone this way. She kept saying stupid things that seemed to upset people, though she wasn't quite sure why... Sure, threatening fellow students with violence certainly wouldn't be received very well, Natalya was sure, but she didn't think that the other things she said were so strange. Everyone else seemed to feel differently, though, and she was certain she could hear giggling and mocking whispers, and the Slytherin girl attempted to hide her flushing face behind her Potions book after she extracted it from her bag. Maybe if she just stayed quiet and didn't talk to anyone, the rest of class would not go so badly.
It was a little hard to stick to her plan, though, when a cheerful, if not very-nearly-late, Spanish boy practically tumbled into the empty seat next to her. Natalya slammed her book down onto the table to see what the commotion was, and when she saw who had deemed themselves lowly enough to share her air space, she gaped. "You!" she hissed, leaning in closer to the boy so that the teacher wouldn't hear them. He didn't seem put off by her presence, and was actually smiling. This was despite the fact that Natalya was certain she had pulled her blade on him in the train yesterday. When trying to find a compartment, he had come in and tried to strike up conversation with her, but it wasn't long before the anxious girl had gotten upset. His cheerfulness was a little overwhelming for her yesterday, and she'd whipped out her knife, made some sort of threats, then backed out of the compartment and ran away to seek better shelter.
He didn't seemed to be holding it against her, though, if he was here and talking to her. Though she was certain if he was coming in this close to the start of class, he had probably had no other choice but to sit beside her. Perhaps this friendliness was a ploy to cover his own ass. She couldn't be too trusting of people.
"I am quite fine, thank you," she said, though the pleasant words came out still as a hiss, somehow cold and almost accusing. "I take it my actions on the train didn't scare you away, then?" This she said with less venom, almost playful, turning a pale eye to look over at the boy beside her from beneath silver bangs. Partly she was asking because she didn't know anything better to say. But some small part of her she wasn't quite aware of was testing him, reminding him. As if to say - remember: this is what you're getting into. It's okay to run away if you're frightened...
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Nov 14, 2010 15:06:04 GMT -5
Antonio swallowed, thinking back to the train, just as she had. Sure, he had been a bit too pushy maybe, and now that he thought of it, walking up to the girl when she was all alone and just randomly talking to her would be a bit intimidating, considering she seemed to be the overly sheltered type. So when she pulled the knife on him, it DID scare him . . . alot, but once he tried to pick apart her reasoning he concluded that the poor dear just got scared, like a cornered cat. Antonio decided not to hold that against her, and try to be less up-close-and-personal right off the bat, and be polite instead. And what better way to be polite, then to compliment her, right?
Oh, maybe he shouldn't havce done it in Spanish, since most Slavs don't speak or even her it that often, right? He flinched inwardly, noting that the girl was raising her hackles, so to speak. Yet there was this fragility there, like she was just as lonely, nervous, and scared underneath as the rest of the class. Like 'Tonio. So he smiled warmly at her, "Not really, Bella, it was a bit shocking, but its understandable. You know?"
Green eyes darted to the front of the class again, the teacher was still shuffling notes, and seemed a bit flushed now. A grin twitched onto Antonio's lips, "So, Senorita . . . eh?" He just realized he had forgotten her name, and he blushed, "Whattya think of the school so far?"
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Nov 14, 2010 22:05:58 GMT -5
Quite typically, the boy seemed to recoil at her scathing remarks, and Natalya could tell that he was recalling their previous exchange as well. She flushed a little with sudden embarrassment, wondering if perhaps he wouldn't have thought of it if she hadn't been so foolish as to bring it up. Of course she had scared him! How could she not have? But it was followed by a warm and open smile, and for some reason this made Natalya blush even harder. Surely he was just being kind, though this thought made her squirm as well. All the uncertainty that accompanied this day was making her quite uncomfortable. She didn't deal well with new things - new people, new authority figures, new rules. But everything today was new to her. Maybe others found it exciting, but she was merely exhausted.
The boy flicked his eyes to the front of the room and lavender eyes traced the path behind green ones. She was glad to have the distraction, since she had no idea what to say. Was she supposed to -
[WIP - really paranoid i am gonna lose this when all my cboxes break the internet ;_; ]
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