Recent content by Miroslav Petrov

Miroslav held the rose out to her, somewhat awkwardly as she turned him returning it down. He wasn't sure why she bothered. "You shouldn't have sent it in the first place, we're not friends sugar mouse," he said, even though he had sent her one.

Miroslav looked at her and shook his head. "Sure," he said. "I don't do...," he motioned to it, but his sentence trailed off. "Thanks, for the rose," he told her, "I wanted to give you it back," he added. "Can't be seen with a rose," he said. Pretending it was just that he was too macho for a rose.

Miroslav spotted her immediately, he was always going to spot her. She was his only....friend...or whatever. He reached out, moving closer to where she was, took her arm and pulled her away from the hall. "Sugar mouse," he said in greeting once he'd pulled her to where they were alone. -godmod...

Miroslav really hadn't expected the rose. He of course had sent one, but he hadn't expected one back. He had read the note just after he'd left the professor and was lingering at the great hall, hoping to grab Brynn to thank her for the rose a little more personally, and to in part try to...

Miroslav almost didn't want to take the rose. Were it a student delivering it he might not have, but it was a professor. He took them and didn't open it, just walked away from the professor without saying much more.

Miroslav Petrov slytherin

Miroslav had been hiding a little, trying to figure out if he could get away with egging one of the rose deliverers. He was trying spot one from a position on the courtyard, but was very surprised when a professor did so. he quickly hid what he was holding and looked at the man. "Sure," he said...

Miroslav gave a half smile at what she said before laughing lightly. "Why would it not just be that the school is small," he replied, since he didn't think it was a twist of fate, just two people in a not overly big school. "Catch up? Sugar mouse, I'm not sticking around,"

Of all people that he could run into again, it was a little surprising to be her. He kept quiet, and kept her quiet until the footsteps retreated, and he glanced back at her. "Of course, sugar mouse," he said with a little smile. "And you appear to always be in my way," he said, half teasingly.

Miroslav didn't really have time for lingering around. He could hear the person catching up, and they'd realise what had happened. He stood up, and went to grab the girl he'd just run into, to bring her into the abandoned classroom. To hide them both from the person chasing after him. "Keep...

Miroslav was running, there was absolutely, an older annoyed gryffindor chasing him down. He could hear the shouts and the footsteps behind him. But he wasn't able to lose them, he needed to lose them. He was racing down the hall, dashed onto the second floor, he knew he could hide in the...

Mirolsav had been pretty uninterested in returning to school, but his parents hadn't exactly wanted to keep him at home, he caused too much trouble. He stuck to the back of the hall, at the end of the slytherin table. He was vaguely watching but was glad when it was over. He laughed a little at...

Miroslav didn't know why it was compulsory to go to these things. They were dull and boring and he hated them. it was just dull. He booed with the others though didn't just do it for the slytherin top points earner but all of them. He couldn't imagine anything worse than being singled out for...

Miroslav watched as a boy approached him, and then nodded. "I know," he said plainly, looking beyond the older boy to others walking into the hall, just looking for someone good to target, which he would do so even if this boy tried to stop him.

Miroslav didn't care for the dance, he certainly wasn't about to go to it. But he had decided to annoy those who were going. He had bought some little stink bombs and was looking for people to throw them at, hopefully ruining their and many other people's nights. He was trying to go for people...