Properly Educated

[Professor Kalif Styx]

Out of Character: Note on the RP

It is set in 1984, in Hogwarts, just for enjoyment on how certain characters have came to be. Also, this was before Kalif ever changed his name.

From the moment that Kalif Zhefarovich III entered the school, it was a time of great celebration. However, for those that descended from Death Eaters, that was not the case at all. Kalif also had a love for the Dark Arts and would have loved to go to Durmstrang, however his father thought it would be best to send him to Hogwarts - where he was sorted in Slytherin. The sorting hat needed not to even perch on his head. It just called the name out and Kalif went to join with his housemates. However, the classes had started and Kalif befriended a large boy named Radoul Antoaneta. The boy was not nearly as clever and cunning as Kalif, but he was mean so that was even better, plus his family were all Slytherins, and went back for generations and generations. Kalif always thought that if Radoul's brain was as big as his body, he would have been a genius. Seeing as that was not the case, It was quite obvious when that year, who would reign in the superiors in Slytheirn. During his time and nights in the Slytherin dungeon, he began to dread the class that he had with Gryffindors because of how unstable they acted. Thus the rivalry of the Slytherins and Gryffindors continued, as if it were Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were still in school.

The day had arrived when they had to go to class with Gryffindors, but that was not the main part that Kalif was dreading. He did not want to really be around too many prople, and this class was actually Potions with their Head of House, Professor S. Snape. With his Slytherin robes trailing after him, he arrived to see that the classroom was nearly empty. He went and took a seat in the second to front row, right in the middle. Radoul arrived not minutes later and sat on his left, leaving the seat next to him open on his right. Not even acknowledging, the class would soon begin in the arts of Potions, with a professor who favored his house more than the other. He had forgotten who sat next to him, but it was not too long until he was reminded, and that was not the worst part. They were brewing the boil-cure potion which was a relatively simple potion. Kalif at once got right to work on the potion making himself without even a single word uttered.

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette Hensel was no stranger when it came to making a name for herself. She always enjoyed making sure that she was noticed by others. Being at Hogwarts was no exception either. She was happy to be going to school because it meant that not only could she finally enhance her skills and show off what she was made of, but it was an excuse to get away from James and the way he treated her for the majority of the year. Nicolette's ideal school was to go to Durmstrang, because they didn't let the other sort pf people in, the sort like James who descended form muggles. Muggleborns was something she was taught to hate and taught to despise because of the horrible things that they did to people, because of the horrible things they did to her family when they were all murdered. The way she was treated by James didn't make their position in her eyes any better. But that didn't matter anymore because she was here and away from that man. Hogwarts was still a fine school to be attending though. Her older brother Nicolas went here as well. He was a Gryffindor but Nicolette wasn't sure what she wanted to think about that. When the sorting process did come around and Professor Mcgonagall called her up to the sorting hat to be sorted, Nicolette wondered why the hell they put their faith of being placed into a good house was put into a dingy old hat. One that seemed to have just as much of a mouth as the wisdom he claimed. Nicolette was sorted into Slytherin and that was where everything had begun. It was a house where mostly pure bloods seemed to be. There was a few others that were others blood too, but they weren't paid much mind to. Especially by Nicolette who didn't really care about anything but proving how much better she was than everyone else. From a young age she was skilled in knowing what she did and because she had nothing better to do, she taught herself ahead of time how magic worked. So she figured by this point already she was better than two thirds of her class, and she intended to show them that she was better. Nicolette made a few friends, both of them were nothing by brainless airheads. Better of looking than they were smart at all. But that was probably for the best because it meant that she could manipulate them into making them do what she wanted. At least they proved to be entertaining for the most part when Nicolette was focusing on her studies and such. So far Transfiguration was her favorite class, she had a natural knack for it and the Professor seemed to adore her. But today she didn't have that class, instead she had Potions with the Gryffindors. If her brother had been younger he would be in the same class as she, but he was a Sixth Year so she didn't. If they were all dumb as he was anyways she dreaded having anything to do with them.

Nicolette's brand new Slytherin robes flew behind her as she trailed her way into the Potions Classroom. This class was taught by the Slytherin Head of House, Professor Severus Snape. He seemed a little shady but he was respectful towards those of his own so Nicolette didn't really mind him. The class was filling up quickly and Nicolette wanted to hurry and get a seat. The place where her friends sat was already full and they gave her a sad smile. The blonde waved it off and give them a stare with her golden eyes. Instead she took a seat in the second to front row, right in the middle. Two boys were already sitting there but she ignored their presence. They wore Slytherin uniforms though so she knew they were in the same house as she was. They started by working on the boil-cure potion and although it was fairly simple, Nicolette knew better than to mess around and give herself the chance to harmed. Professor Snape told them to get started and Nicolette opened her book to the page where the instructions were. The water was already heating and she was chopping up ingredients when her elbow accidentally bumped with the person next to hers. "Watch it." Nicolette responded with coldness in her voice. Not even waiting for the boy to respond she when back to ignoring him and she reached out to grab something. It was an ingredient. One by one she started to add them but she wasn't paying very much attention on how much she was adding and stuff. The person next to her, whom she really hadn't taken a good luck yet, had noticed her mess up however.​

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[Professor Kalif Styx]

Kalif noticed that Radoul seemed to be doing everything right, but he was making a huge mess. Kalif rolled his dark, silver eyes and he moved over a bit of fallen ingredient from his side as he continued on to make his potion. Kalif was nearly finished, though he did not really need to follow the instructions as much as he just needed to follow what he knew in his mind. Making potions seemed to be what he was really good at. Some of the Gryffindors were silently chattering away which was causing Kalif to lose his focus. Once he finished with his bottle, Professor Snape loomed over his work station, nodded once and continued on without looking at the rest. However, he felt someone bump into him on his right side, and there was a girl sitting there. Radoul glanced over and he could not help but having a small comment to say but Kalif held a hand up to silence his friend. Kalif thoroughly ignored the girl and went to assist Radoul with his own ingredients, chopping them rather than slicing. There was a good reason why they had to be chopped and not sliced. However, the eyes of the Slytherin could not resist looking over and seeing what the blonde was doing. She was adding in everything...in the wrong amount. That could lead to disastrous results, and certainly did not want to lose any points so soon to the Slytherin house so soon into the year. Kalif said, rather coldly, "Measure your ingredients before you manage to blow yourself up. Besides, you are adding in the ingredients backward."

Kalif shook his head and he turned back to Radoul who managed to finish his potion, but it was the wrong color. Something he did was not right. Kalif inquired what steps that he had used in order to turn the potion into a color that it was not supposed to be. However, Professor Snape told Radoul to do it over again once looking at the shade that it turned out to be. Kalif then was assisting Radoul do what he did, in order to get the potion to be perfect. An explosion occurred on the other side of the room, causing Kalif to roll his eyes and mutter, "Morons." How could one let Gryffindors into the potions classroom, and let them do everything without a professor looming over them every second of every step? That is what should have happened today in this class. Kalif thought highly of potions because of the art and how much destruction they could cause if handled in the wrong hands could cause deaths.

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette paused in what she was doing when the boy that was next to her addressed her about the way she was adding and measuring the ingredients. Now one thing she hated more than anything when she had to work around or near people, was when they tried to inform her that she wasn't doing it right or something. Nicolette hated being told that she was doing it wrong. Because she hated being wrong. Absolutely hated it with every fiber of her little being. Especially when some boy next to her that was no more older than she was, he didn't look all that much smarter either. Her golden eyes narrowed at him as she listened to him lecture her. His tone also ignited her anger too. He even sounded like he was trying to be smarter than her, his tone was cold. "Excuse me?" Nicolette replied just as coldly as he did. Her eyes were still narrowed and she dropped the ingredient she was about to add into the Cauldron back on the table. Her hands went to her hips. Despite the fact that she was much smaller than him and probably younger too, she wasn't in the least bit intimidated. He was just a little First year with an attitude. "I think I know what I'm doing, Your not the Potions Professor so I don't need your help." The blonde hissed at him. Giving him a piece of her mind and letting him know that his bossiness and his 'help' was not appreciated by her. She didn't even know the young boy's name or anything. It was obvious by his uniform that he was in the same house as her. But Nicolette didn't remember seeing him around until this class. And now that she had sat here she couldn't move either. Nicolette would be stuck next these two idiots all year. After a snort she shook her head and went back to adding her ingredients into the Cauldron and beginning to stir them.

About ten minute's after the potion had all the ingredients added to it, the Cauldron started to bubble. But Nicolette didn't notice as she stepped away and went to put away some of the extra ingredients. It took a moment or two and while she was gone the potion ended up boiling over and onto the table. A few more minute's passed and Nicolette returned to see the mess her motion had made. Her mouth dropped open and she stared at the two boys that shared the table with her. "Oh my god! What did you two do?!" Nicolette exclaimed and threw her hands up. What she guessed was that someone stuck something in there to purposely mess her up. the guy next to her was a jerk and his friend happened to pick on a lot of people. The Professor had yet to notice but Nicolette was starting to panic as she stared at the two boys.​

 

[Professor Kalif Styx]

Radoul could not resist whistling at the girl next to Kalif, but Kalif could not also resist raising an eyebrow and he shook his head. Oh his friend was having hell with his potion right now. It was hissing and giving off some weird green smoke. Kalif turned back to the girl that he narrowed his eyes at when she so cleverly pointed out that he was not the potions professor. "Stupid witch, if I were the professor, I'd be walking around and teaching people how to not shame their houses with poor work, such as yours." He stopped for a moment, before he hissed, "I am not offering you help, I was telling you to measure. Besides, if I told you what to do, it would look just like this." Kalif motioned toward his perfect potion, before turning to Radoul and trying to fan some of the poisonous smoke away. Professor Snape was too busy snarking on Gryffindors' work to pay any attention to the Slytherins who were not getting by very easily either. Kalif thought that it was so stupid to have to be in a class when he had finished his work, and being in the middle of a witch who could not measure ingredients and a student that liked to really go out of bounds with the ingredients in the potion.

Just as he thought that, Kalif jumped back in surprise enough to make a slight noise when the girl blamed her own mess on Kalif and Radoul. Kalif himself raised his voice, "I did nothing to your potion; you already destroyed it!" Whereas Radoul let out a small yell, and he saw that his own potion had melted through the cauldron and spilled onto the floor in front of them. "I have my own mess to pay attention to, girl!" Radoul cut in and he turned his narrowed eyes to Nicolette. However, not only claiming the attention of more than half the class, they had caught the attention of Professor Snape, who glided over to them and then said in a cold voice, "Antoaneta, clean this up. Zhefarovich, assist Hensel in getting her potion right, seeing as yours is finished. I suspect you three better get along, as these are your assigned seats." And that was the end of that. Kalif stared at Professor Snape, and dared not to go against his word. He turned to Nicolette and he just sneered lightly, before he took a seat and folded his arms across his chest. Radoul was busying cleaning up his mess of a potion. Kalif did not see a reason why he should assist Hensel at all. She made the mess, why punish him?

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette glared at the boy on the other side of the one giving her a hard time. "Do you wanna get stabbed?" She asked Radoul as she raised the blade she had been cutting the ingredients with. Not a single part of her appreciate the whistling plus she was already angry at the two of them for butting in and trying to give her advice on how to do her potion. Well the dark one next to the guy she was next to was actually sort of quiet and was minding his own mess that he had made. He was still weird though because he seemed like he had nothing but a brain full of rocks. Perhaps if someone opened his head that would be all they found too. A pile of dull, lifeless rocks. Nicolette was going to turn and work on fixing up her potion but then the guy next to her started to talk about how if he told her what to do that her potion would look like his, perfect. Immediately she rolled her golden eyes and crossed her arms over her undeveloped chest. "No one likes an overachiever." She comment boredly. Or she was trying to act bored anyways. Actually she was sort of impressed and wished that hers had come out perfectly. But instead it looked like crap and here was this boy making fun of her and running it in that her potion was a fluke, as she walked away to put the remainder of her potion ingredients away. As she passed she noticed a boy her age staring at her. For a moment she paused and gave him a look, but then she smiled softly before she rolled her eyes and started to walk away. He was cute but he was a Gryffindor. Slytherins and Gryffindor's did not mix well at all. Tough at the moment she would have preferred it next to him rather than the rude boys she stood next to now. One was bossy and such a over achiever and she couldn't tell at all what was wrong with the other one. Once returning her golden eyes flecked over the door boys and the mess that had made before she shook her head. Why her? Did they not understand that she just wanted to work on her potion and get done with this class?

The one that was next to her claimed that she had done it herself. "I highly doubt that." She retorted as he hands went back to her hips and she glared at him. They were such a dysfunctional group, two were yelling and the third one was an idiot whom was making more of a mess than he was anything else. When the other boy making the mess cut in, Nicolette gave him a infamous finger show and then tried to defend herself against the one next to her again. Sadly enough, the situation didn't get any better when Professor Snape came over either. He came over and addressed them all by last name. Quickly she learned that the one next to her had the last name of Zhefarovich, and the other Antoaneta. He told them to get along because this would be their assigned seats for the year. Ugh all year of being stuck next to them, thrill. It wasn't until Professor Styx left that she turned her head and raised an eyebrow.. "What kind of a last name is Zhefarovich? As for help...I don't need it. You just make sure your friend doesn't blow himself up." Nicolette rolled her eyes and went to fixing her potion. She didn't want help from some stupid boy. Especially one that caused this whole mess for her in the first place. He looked like he didn't want to help her anyways so she was doing them both a favor. Besides, the other guy looked like he needed help cleaning up his mess anyways.
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[Professor Kalif Styx]

Radoul smirked at the girl and he cooed, "Oh I like them feisty." Kalif could not believe that the Slytherin even said that so before the girl would even have a chance to say anything, Kalif snapped, "Shut up, moron, you don't even know what that means." Kalif could not believe that this guy was a pureblood as he said that he was, but Kalif and his family had never heard of him. He just cracked open his Potions book and began to read because minding his own business was what he was going to do, despite what Professor Snape said. Most Slytherins respected him, but Kalif would not put past anything that he said over that overly large nose that the professor had. Kalif smirked slightly at the thought of his own crack in his mind, but Radoul was still cleaning up his mess, and Kalif was waiting for the dismissal which would happen soon enough. Kalif shrugged at her comment at being an overachiever, and he muttered in monotone, "And no one likes a brat so we are even." Kalif flipped the page in his potions book and he continued on as if he did not say or hear anything. Ignoring the presences of others was something that he was known for from the others that knew him from the train. Gryffindors were sure that there was something really bad wrong with the Zhefarovich kid, and the fact that his voice was accented heavily. He wreaked of Dark Arts as well, and most thought that he would have been better off in Durmstrang.

Kalif thought that would have been better for him. If he had went to Durmstrang, then he would not have to deal with mudbloods. Kalif rolled his eyes at her prideful attitude, because she did not understand the concept of measuring ingredients. He completely ignored the glare from her, and did not seem the least bit interested in what she had to say. He was almost bored with staying here, and he wanted to leave however that would not be happening because the class was not over yet. Kalif raised his eyebrows and he just shook his head, "Could ask you the same thing, Hensel. Any noble pure-blood would have heard of my ancient family. If Radoul blows himself up, one less mouth to hear in the common room." Radoul almost said something but the look that Kalif gave him was nothing short of silencing. Class was almost over, and Kalif was relieved that it was almost time to go. He did not want to help out the brat, and he was not going to either. He did not care what Professor Snape said. Amazing on how disregarding for the rules as this first year had when his adult self would be a lot more commanding.

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette narrowed her eyes, this other guy was something else. Every single thing he said made her wonder if he was going to grow up to be some womanizer, or life hating serial killer. "And I like men less stupid, and ugly." Nicolette told him with a roll of her eyes and a dismissing wave. Honestly she didn't really like any type of guy because she was only Eleven years old and hadn't really developed much of an interest in boys yet. And if she did it certainly wouldn't be in types like Radoul or Kalif. Rude, stupid, cocky, and ugly shouldn't really be anyone's type. But hey if these losers wanted to keep dreaming who was Nicolette to try and stop them? It took a few moments but after carefully measuring and fixing her ingredients she was able to fix her potion but it was still to early to tell if she would actually be able to hand this in and get a good grade for it. It was the drive to prove herself to Kalif that made this at all possible. The first year Slytherin didn't want to lose to him and her competitive side made it hard for her to just let it go and ignore him and his stupid friend. The potion bubbled loudly in front of her and she shifted her golden eyes towards Kalif for a moment before she snorted and rolled her eyes, she might have heard of his family before but she wasn't sure. For a moment she wanted to ask if his family was full of Death Eaters or something, she knew her family supported those types of people so if they were she might just know them. If they weren't then forget it. Nicolette checked the parchment beside her and sprinkled in more ingredients before she began to stir. "My father might know your family, but they never tell me anything so nope, never heard of you. Can't say I disagree with your statement." Nicolette agreed with him on the last part about Radoul and shrugged her shoulders. She went back to making her potion until she was finished and was able to bottle it. With one last look to the two boys, Nicolette took the bottle off to Professor Snape to see if he approved. In turn she ended up getting a fairly decent grade on it and just in time because the class was dismissed.

"I told you I didn't need your help!" Nicolette stated as she returned back."[/b] Nicolette told Kalif with a sneer as she returned to the table to gather her things. Hopefully that would teach him to act like he knew better than she did. With one last smirk she clutched her books close to her and headed out of the classroom.

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Out of Character:

This part takes Place in 1986, also at Hogwarts.

Nicolette sat in a secluded part of the Library, a book pressed to her lap as she hurriedly wrote down a set of notes on whatever was displayed on the pages of the old book. Nicolette Hensel was currently a third year, a chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and quite well known throughout the school for being as sarcastic and mean as she was pretty. But that was just fine with her because she didn't really like people thinking of her as someone they could walk all over. Things hadn't changed that much since she was a First year except that many she had grown a from a little girl to a young teenager, she took on more classes thanks to the electives, and she certainly had gained more friends. But she was still doing really well in all her classes. Nicolette was still a typical Slytherin. And, Nicolette still had a strong dislike for Kalif Zhefarovich and his dumb lug of a friend. In fact she avoided them at any cost but it was a lot harder than it thought. At least she rarely ever saw either of them while she was in the Library. Most probably thought she was studying but she wasn't at all. This little third year had found and was now looking through a book all about the Dark Arts. Dark spells, rituals, potions, all the fun stuff. And Nicolette was strange enough to write it down so she could study up more on it. When the sound of big group of students reached Nicolette's ears she froze and looked. The older years must have been dismissed from their classes so she had better get out of the way and hide what she was doing. Nicolette closed the book with the paper inside and started to head away from where she was sitting.

Nicolette tried to remain casual as she made her way through the quiet Library but she hadn't noticed the page of notes she was working on had fallen out of the book and onto the ground behind her as she paused to let a group of first years pass with annoyance. If the wrong person got their hands on that she would be in some serious trouble, then again it was only notes. For all they knew she could be doing a report or a project.​

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[Professor Kalif Styx]

Kalif was not apart of any team or any club except for the dueling club. That was the only club that he was going to remain in. He and Radoul spent their time often together, where Kalif was watching him do some of the most stupid things yet they all were entertaining or he was just studying and ignoring Radoul's presence. Most wondered how Kalif even got along with his dark friend, someone that was completely weird and almost obnoxious. Kalif was one of those people that did not get along with anyone except certain people. He barely got along with Slytherins even though the third year was one. Instead he was rather sly and almost too much into the Dark Arts. He was reading more and more into it. Kalif did not ask to go into the restricted section for those books, but he was mostly spending his time in the library when Radoul was off in Care of Magical Creatures which was why he was in here currently. He was doing an essay as required for Arithmancy, and he was not really getting anywhere, mostly because he was distracted.

The third year wondered how he could ever get anything done in this blasted school. Kalif let out a rough sigh and he heard someone tell him that it was almost time for Ancient Runes which was another one of his classes, but he gave them a glare, knowing full and well that Ancient Runes was on a different day. That was because he knew his time table by heart. Many thought that he looked older than what he was. Kalif rolled his eyes and he wanted to get up and move when there was a large class that came into the library as well. Kalif slammed his book shut, and he put his unfinished essay into his bag. He made sure that his bottle of ink was capped on tight before putting it into the bag. Kalif started walking and he accidentally stepped on a sheet of parchment or something. Kalif raised an eyebrow as he bent down and read it before recognizing it as signs of Dark Arts. Kalif cradled it in his hand before he glanced up to see even more papers, before he summoned them to him with his wand and a verbal spell, before he looked up to see the back of Nicolette's head. He walked up and he handed the pages to the Slytherin. "Watch where you drop these, or else Maddam Prince would have a fit."

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette was about to head outside of the Library but when she let her hand drift down to grab a hold of her precious papers, she was both shocked and horrified to see that they were no longer where she put them. 'Oh no! If someone finds those I'm going to be in so much trouble!' Her eyes widened and she looked around the floor to see if they had fallen nearby. But to her misfortune they did not. It all seemed hopeless because the Library was now packed but just as she was about to turn someone walked up to her and handed her the papers that had fallen out of her bag. It was Kalif Zhefarovich. He actually brought her stuff back to her. Golden eyes narrowed for a second before she reached out and took the papers from Kalif. That was strange. Even though they were classmates and stuff she figured that he hated her enough to want to turn this in just to laugh when she got into trouble with Professor Snape or something. But no here he was turning her notes back into her and not getting her into trouble. For a moment Nicolette was honestly suspicious of actions. Why would someone who hated her be willing to do something like this for her. "Thanks." Nicolette replied calmly, the thirteen year old finding it really hard to actually say thank you to someone she didn't really get along with. Kalif was her biggest rival right now. Yes they were only in their third year, but Nicolette was highly competitive and Kalif had a knack for beating her at just about everything. Except for Transfiguration. She knew she very well had everyone floored in that class. The Professor teaching it loved her to death as well. It grew somewhat quiet in the Library and Nicolette suddenly felt the need to inform Kalif that he couldn't tell anyone about this. With a breath of air Nicolette latched her hand onto his arm and told him to follow her out of the Library and into one of the Corridors. There she would tell him what she needed to tell him and not have to worry about getting caught.

"Listen, you cannot tell anyone I have notes like this! It'll get me into big trouble. Not just with the school...but with my adoptive father too." Nicolette hissed, thinking about James and how upset he would get if she got involved in this sort of thing. He hated the pure bloods and anything that had to do with them. Dark Magic was included because he believed that Muggles had a better way of going about anything. Which to Nicolette was probably the dumbest thing that could ever come from a wizard or witches mouth. Unless they were muggle born. Then their entire existence just bothered her. A professor and a few students passed by and she paused when she finished and she remained standing as if she were only talking to him about homework or something. He seemed rather calm about this entire situation and she intended to figure out why. "What's with you being so calm about this anyways? I'd figure that you'd love to tattle on me." A student being interested in dark magic. That was something that disturbed a lot of people because there was a Wizard in the past who had grown interested in dark magic at a young age. And look at what he ended up doing. Great things. Sure it was cruel but there was always a sense of cruelty in the world. People were going to fight as long as they existed.​

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[Professor Kalif Styx]

Helping an enemy out was not in Kalif's field of fortes, however this case was handled a little differently due to the fact that he believed in the very same thing. The third year Slytherin had heard wonderful and great stories about You-Know-Who, or the Dark Lord, all the time when he was home. It was obvious which side that his family were on, and the Dark Arts was what his family were famous for. That and their purity as well as their ancient customs. Kalif narrowed his silver eyes upon Nicolette, looking upon her face to see that there was no anger, but she suspected him of something. However she offered her thanks, and Kalif was wanting to get on with what he was doing. However things with Nicolette never seemed that easy. They were rivals in school, and he topped the classes that they were, all except Transfiguration. Kalif never cared for that class, but he received second to highest in there, with Nicolette topping him just by a little bit. Kalif also did not like the professor that was teaching that class. He did not like many professors at all, not even Professor Snape. Kalif was highly mistrusting and he would not stay for another moment in Hogwarts unless he absolutely had to. Kalif would have preferred to go to Durmstrang, but no, the Dark Lord was a Slytherin here, a Prefect and a Head Boy. To his parents, he had to have those titles, but Kalif was rather apathetic about the whole thing. As long as he earned his place in the Zhefarovich family, that was all he cared about. He was also starting to research into Boggarts and fears, writing down how to detect them and using them against someone else. Some reason, that appealed so much to the young Slytherin. His thoughts were jammed shut when he was forceably led outside of the library.

Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned against the wall in the corridor where no one could hear them, and he glared Nicolette to tell her to get on with it, without so much as speaking. Finally she told him that he cannot tell anyone, and saying that it would get her in trouble with the school as well as with her adoptive father. Kalif had no idea that she was adopted, but she spilled the beans right then and there. The tapping of his finger symbolized that he was getting irritated, but his facial expression remained cold as stone. Kalif stated in an icy tone, "If I wanted to tell anyone, I would. However if I did, it would make me a hypocrite. Those," he pointed down at the notes, while some people passed and he fell into silence briefly; he was going to answer both her question and her statement all at once, "are what my family are famous for in Bulgaria and the surrounding countries., just a lot more advanced. However with the look of those notes, that is mere child's play." Kalif resumed his figure of folding his arms across his chest and looking down at her as if she were a small child, a mere first year. As tall as he was, compared to her, there would be a surprise if he told an older student that he was a third year. Kalif continued to tap his fingers against his arm and hoped that this meeting would be done and over with. Nicolette's very presence seemed to get on his every last nerve. Kalif inquired with a bit of venom in his words, "Are you done, or are you going to keep me around when it is unneeded and unnecessary. I have better things to do than watch your back because of your carelessness with your obvious interests." Kalif had quite a bit of studying to finish, and he wanted to get to the Common room where he hoped it was quieter.