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Mel laughed as well, the thought of Jamie in a skirt quite the eyesore if she were honest. His most likely hair legs peeking out from a knee length amalgamation of silk or denim. It was a funny thought to say the least. At his question of what kind of puppy he would be, there was no hesitation...

Mel felt a slight heat in her face at his compliment, and wanted to think of something witty to say back, but honestly she enjoyed hearing that she looked good in skirts. Many people didn't even try to compliment Meloetta except her sister - after all her resting witch face and position of power...

Meloetta gave a playful roll of her eyes and laughed. "Absolutely not, have you seen me in pants suits, I look forty. Skirts make me look much better." She said, a slightly vain admittance. "I have yelled at people before though, mostly in Russian which is much scarier than in English." The...

It was increasingly obvious to the Russian native that really, he hadn’t changed. The Puppy eyed boy with a heart of gold was much the same, barely grown up. “You know you won’t be able to play Quidditch when you’re eighty, so I hope you didn’t fail everything.” She teased, knowing he was smart...

Meloetta didn't know what she thought over a year would bring, but it definitely wasn't a taller Jaime who looked more grown up than ever. The blonde was surprised to say the least, and did not hide the fact very well. She leaned in and gave hesitant kisses on each of his cheeks and stepped back...

Meloetta hadn't been out for anything not work related in quite a bit of time. It was nice, she thought, to have sent out a letter and actually take a day to relax. She had of course scheduled other things around meeting an old friend, but those were secondary. Starting her morning out getting a...

Meloetta, if this was a year or more ago, would have been frustrated with Jaime's explanation. However now she gave him a soft smile and nodded at his words. "Ever try closing your eyes?" She asked, half joking and half serious." Well, think about it this way." She started. "Every job needs a...

Seeing the quill next to the deep pools of umber that belonged to her friend, Meloetta couldn't help but think brown and pink did genuinely go together in many shades and combinations. The blonde glanced from that thought to her own charms book. Though she was a tad older than Jamie, she still...

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[font=monaco][color=black]Meloetta grinned at Jamie. "The pink really brings out your eyes." She said jokingly. Though for a moment the blonde made eye contact and thought pink went well with brown. It was a nice combinations. She adjusted her shirt collar, subconsciously remembering that she...

Meloetta couldn't help the gentle upturn of her lips when Jaime became excited to see her. No one was ever that excited to see her. The Russian teen took a seat near him, and rolled her eyes in the most playful way she could manage. "Of course not! She doesn't have nearly the taste I do." She...

Meloetta was excited for her semester back at school, away from her father's work stress. He'd had businessmen over nearly every week, and Mel while always the proper woman, was not as keen to have to be a fetcher for things they wanted. The teen felt less stressed knowing she needed to learn...

Meloetta nodded at what Jaime said. Perhaps they were. Perhaps because of his attitude Summer seemed bright. it was strange that Mel could warm up to someone like him - after all he was similar in energy to her sister. Somehow he seemed more genuine and warm though. "French if very hard." She...

Meloetta was caught off guard by the profound nature of the boy's next sentence. A good enough friend for the both of them? Was that even possible? The blonde didn't hide her shock at Jaime's words, and instead she raised an eyebrow, trying to find the words to react. She didn't need to though...

Meloetta smiled ever so gently, day lily lips pulling apart cracked skin as she did so. It was small and slight, but enough to light up her face slightly and let the girl know that yes she took her at face value for what she said. There was no reason for Meloetta to think she'd insult her, Mel...

Meloetta was taken aback once more by the boy's eagerness. No one had ever seemed this eager to be her friend - perhaps it was her resting-bi***-face that turned people off to the idea. Perhaps it was just her general air of cold - Hogwarts hadn't been kind in teh friend department but here...

Meloetta was confused by the word this girl used. Did she has a rasp in her throat? "My accent is... what?" She inquired. While she didn't want to come across as unintelligent, she couldn't help but feel like she needed some language from this area explained to her. After all French was not a...

There was that d**ned nickname again. However it was followed closely by being told she was right about her view on the houses. Meloetta was taken aback by him telling her she was right as her father often did not acknowledge such little things. After all, opinions in a technicality could not be...

Meloetta had found peace in the new school, after being home for the holidays did not go as plan. Without telling her, her father had invited her twin sister over. The annoying, dog like behaviours of the other teen nearly drove Meloetta to insanity. Now though, she was in a peaceful place...

Inside of Meloetta's head she cringed, eye twitching. On the outside though she continued to hold a smile that denoted she was listening and not thinking of a great hex to place on the boy who dared to call her 'Mel' without really knowing her. Her father didn't even call her Mel. He said...