A Russian Holiday

[Annalie Darkhart]

Set during winter break in Russia

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Annalie Darkhart strolled the streets of Russia, devoid of her parents. She had given them the slip, promising that she wouldn't wander off beyond the main center, which of course she did. She didn't normally listen to her parents preferring to make her own rules and test the barriers of what she could do. She always wanted to make her own mistakes. Wandering through the streets her dark eyes swept the stores lining either side of her, looking for somewhere warm to duck into. It wasn't cold but it was certainly colder than the brunette was used to. Her parents had sprung the trip to Russia on her just after she had finished the school year so she hardly had a moment at home before she was whisked away on holiday. To say she hadn't been enjoying her holiday was an understatement. She didn't want to spend so much time in the company of her parents and with her lack of close friends she couldn't even have invited someone to come with her. So she walked the streets alone hands deep in her pockets a sultry look on her face, not at all pleased that she was there. She would have rathered been at home breaking more of her parents rules, doing everything but what she was told to. But no, she had to be stuck in this god forsaken place, surrounded by people that probably didn't even speak English, it wasn't her idea of a holiday.

Turning a corner she found herself walking into a group of Russian's, being engulfed within a crowd of chattering people being pushed from all directions. Groaning she pushed through them to the other side spinning around to face them, "Look where you're going!" she shouted, frowning. Stupid people not watching where they were going, they could have trampled her. Huffing a breath she straightened her clothes and tried to calm down she didn't want to have the excuse to hex someone, even if it wasn't allowed. She would curse someone, if provoked. Turning around didn't even see it coming, suddenly colliding with someone who had walked straight into her. Stumbling backward her hands jumped to her hips, scowling, "Walk much?!" she demanded glaring at the guy who had had the audacity to walk into her.​

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[Anton Dementyev]

Anton Dymentyev was bored. He grew bored easily, growing up in a rich Russian family had its benefits, Anton got what he asked for, and had since he was able to speak, but there was only so much material possessions could do. For the whole morning Anton had been voicing his thoughts, letting everybody know what they could do to make his life better and a whole lot less of an every day drag. The seventeen year old believed he voiced his opinions well, clearly and to the point. But his father had got irritated with his opinions, saying they weren't opinions, but mere petty complaints from a spoiled child. Anton was too good for complaining, complaining was what normal people did, people who didn't have the brains, nor the looks Anton possessed. In a hurry, the wizard grabbed his coat, and decided to go for a walk, mindlessly hoping it would give him some form of entertainment, in one way or another. He might even find an interesting girl to talk to if he tried. So the teenager was left to stroll the streets of Russia alone, this solitude of walking alone wasn't foreign to Anton, because he was usually alone, unless his many shallow friendships called him out to a party, or anywhere else for that matter. The seventeen year old slowly and surely continued to stroll along, making his way to his favourite muggle clothing store. Everything was expensive, but it was nothing his credit card couldn't handle.

As the wizard turned a corner, he noticed an unfamiliar girl walk into a group of muggles, desperately trying to claw her way out of there as soon as she realised. Anton let out a laugh, the girl looked clumsy, and of course angry judging by the way she shouted at the group after navigating her way out. This sparked an idea in Anton's mind. The blonde boy started to walk again, after having paused at the hilarious sight a few moments ago, speeding up to meet the girl just as she turned around to continue walking. Purposely crashing into her, and getting her attention. Anton did not match her sarcastic insult with another, more witty one but instead he clapped, slowly and sarcastically at the brunette. Just to annoy her further and get more of a reaction than before. ​

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