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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 8, 2007 17:09:05 GMT -5
Emilian walked into the castle from the pouring rain. It was later in the evening and it had been storming horribly the entire day, but it hadn't stopped him from coming to the school. Lightning flashed as he pulled off his hood, his hair dripping wet even though it had been covered by the thick black cloth. His eyes darted around the entrance hall before he started to walk briskly up the large set of stairs. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long to find someone to point him in Michael's direction.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 8, 2007 17:45:25 GMT -5
Vannah was wandering the corridors lost in her own thought. She wasn't paying attention to where she was or what was going on in her surroundings. Her head was down and her golden blond hair was not as put together as it usually was. All of this buisness with Ryan and Pandora had set her back. She hadn't expected it to hit so hard, and the only thing she could think of was some form of revenge. She came upon a set of stairs and stopped, catching herself before falling down them, though somewhere inside of her she wanted to fling herself down them. Vannah looked around to figure out where she was and overlooked someone. Her eyes quickly came back tot he dark, wet figure. "Hello?" She called out, fingering the outline of her wand, curiously wandering whether the figure would attack her or come begging for help.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 8, 2007 17:50:10 GMT -5
Emilian watched the girl and when she turned to acknowledge him, he smiled, "My, my, what a pretty one," he murmured in his deep voice, his slight Russian accent morphing his words just the slightest. "You won't want to take that out." His voice was pleasant but his eyes gleamed dangerously as he saw her hand move to where he assumed her wand was. He figured she was at least a year or so younger than he was.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 8, 2007 20:28:57 GMT -5
Vannah moved neither backwards nor forwards. She stuck her hands in her pocket and kept them there for a bit. She rolled her eyes and squinted at the figure. Because of his deep voice, she knew it was a guy who didn't seem like the staff.
"Who are you?" She demanded fiercly.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 8, 2007 20:31:52 GMT -5
Emilian grinned and held out a courtly hand to the girl, "Emilian Sota, my dear. I am a..ah...friend, of Michael Hardt's." His lips curved, the grin changing from friendly to slightly sinister. "And you would be?"
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 9, 2007 5:22:50 GMT -5
Vannah took the hand rather unconfidently. "Er...Vannah." She said slowly as if the words were holding on so they wouldn't leave her mouth. She didn't offer her last name and was starting to get slightly creeped out by this guy. She didn't know whether or not to trust him, and knowing partially about Michael's past, she had a feeling this wouldn't end up that good...
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 9, 2007 9:35:32 GMT -5
Emilian turned his hand to where he was gripping her fingers and bringing her knuckles to his lips. He smiled and looked up at her as he did so. "Short for Savanna, I assume?" he asked, not letting her hand loose as he took a few stairs up closer to her level. He was able to look her straight in the eyes. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 9, 2007 17:32:24 GMT -5
"Mmm-hmm." Vannah said in a disinterested voice. She slid her hand away and subtly rubbed it on the side of her jeans. "Emilian....that's such a different name...where is it from?" She asked unsure of what else to say or do at the moment.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 9, 2007 17:38:58 GMT -5
Emilian caught the movement of her hand in the edge of his vision and his eyes flashed, "My parents are Russian and we have Gypsy heritage," he said, looking into her eyes. "I don't have any diseases, you know," he said in return to her hand motion, "Not that I'm aware of, that is."
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 9, 2007 20:26:46 GMT -5
"Good to know." Vannah said with a smile that was partially forced. She stared at him for a bit, studying him. But she eventually pulled her eyes away. "So you're long time friends?" She asked realizing she wasn't being very clear, "With Michael." She added.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 9, 2007 20:32:45 GMT -5
Emilian smiled, "Yes, we've been friends practically since he was born." Michael probably wouldn't consider them friends, but to Emilian, Michael had been a very integral part of his life. Until he had decided to move off to Hogwarts.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 9, 2007 20:41:08 GMT -5
Vannah looked at Emilian strangely. She had a feeling that there was more, or less, than truth being said. "Right...." She said slowly as if she were convincing herself. "And you haven't spoken to him since he's come here?" Vannah knew she was giving him the third degree, but she was a curious kind of foolish girl that didn't know when to stop....or start.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 9, 2007 20:44:03 GMT -5
Emilian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes, he hasn't answered any owls." He watched her and took another step up, he was but one stair below her. "So are you always this nosy to people you have just met? Or just us handsome ones?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face at his last cocky words.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Oct 10, 2007 5:01:14 GMT -5
Vannah grinned slyly. "Actually, I believe I'm being quite hospitable." Which was true for the most part. She took advantage of the few inches in height that she had on him still on the higher step and looked down at him a little.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 10, 2007 15:07:00 GMT -5
"Well," he said, matching her grin, "If this is your hospitable side, then I definitely want to see your inhospitable side." Emilian took another step up, standing beside her and looking into her eyes. His own sparkled dangerously as he took her hand back. His cool fingers met her warm ones and he smiled, "You have agile hands," he said, "Do you do a lot of wandwork?"
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