Recent content by Miroslav Petrov

Miroslav was so done with the sorting and opening feast from the moment it got started. he was just tired, unwilling to listen and uninterested in any of it. He just boo'ed loudly for everyone, and then the food appeared and he gladly took some, the only saving grace of this was the food.

Miroslav hummed lightly in answer to her question. "There is one, but I wouldn't take you there," he told her. "That's advanced, we'd have to do something fake first," he had a little smile, thinking it would be funny to scare her, but he didn't really want to...scare her with things that could...

Miroslav listened to what she liked to do and couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I'm dying of boredom just listening to you sugar mouse," he told her with a laugh in his tone. Because he couldn't imagine anything worse. "One day I'm taking you to a theme park or a haunted house," he said laughing...

Miroslav was so over this semester, so over this whole school. He just wanted to go outside and do whatever he wanted with no curfew, nothing else but just him and whatever he wanted to do. The slytherin did not care that they'd won, did not care who had had top points. He was so over all of...

Miroslav wasn't sure why she was keen on him, why she wanted him to feel....not alone or not bad when he knew he was. Miroslav rolled his eyes, "I won't," he assured but he didn't make to leave, instead he took some candy from her as it had been offered. "I'm not telling you anything though," he...

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 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...