Ridiculous

[Vladimir Zhefarovich]

Vladimir Zhefarovich started off the year with a decent start, but having more family members in the school seemed unnatural. He could not count how many he had on one hand anymore. Fourteen people, if he counted correctly. All of them had three different surnames. Snow, Zhefarovich and Styx. Surprisingly, the only ones related to two Heads of Houses were the Snow quadruplets. Vladimir was not related to any of the other professors like that. Just Professor Zhefarovich and Professor Styx. He was thankful that neither were his dad. His dad was easy-going for the most part. It was really surprising since Vladimir turned out nothing like him, but that could be due to his training as well. Vladimir loved and hated his training. Because of it, he managed to punch a girl in the face. Well, he did warn her to not come near him and into his personal space, and she did. So, it was not really his fault at all.

The day itself seemed to be a quiet one. Not many people were roaming the halls, and this was a first that Vladimir got some time to himself. Blaine was off doing who knew what, and it did not really matter to him at all. He really did not care. Something would have to be done at some point, but not anytime soon. Vladimir would see to it that he knew who Blaine was hanging around with. Hopefully, no one of dirty blood. That would be most disappointing. He would hate Blaine for becoming a blood traitor, but would he stop hanging out with him completely? That was something that he just could not consider right now. Vladimir had a lot on his mind, and he looked to the side of the corridors, watching some paintings as they moved about.​

 

[Clara Zhefarovich]

Although it was a warm day, Clara did not want to venture outside. It was too warm, too sticky, and she could only imagine that December and January would be worse. The sun being out could be the reason that there weren't many people inside, but Clara was driving herself insane, staying in her Common Room. It was not good for someone like her to be alone, but sometimes, that's all she ever wanted. Walking aimlessly around the Castle, humming a quiet song to herself, Clara found herself on the Sixth Floor. It wasn't a place she ventured to often, only if her class schedule bought her this way. The Hufflepuff had never met her Ravenclaw friend anywhere higher than the Third Floor, and Clara didn't see the point of going so high up if it was such a long way down. The worst, if you happened to step just as a staircase moved, and you fell. A shiver ran through Clara's spine as she thought of it. She could imagine there was some sort of enchantment that prevented that from ever happening, but it was still spooky.
Climbing to the Sixth Floor was not an easy feat. Clara was breathing heavily, though still trying to hum her tune. Turning a corner, Clara leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. It was a good thing no one was around, she supposed the non-melodic humming mixed with her heavy breathing would be irritating; or amusing, depending on who the company would be.

 

[Vladimir Zhefarovich]

Vladimir continued on his walk, knowing that today wouldn't end up favorable no matter how he looked at it. Nothing ever went his way. Well, around here that is. He sighed as he continued to walk, his tall form towering over those within the same year as he and younger. He then stopped when he heard something absolutely dreadful hit his ears. He thought about clapping his hands over them, but he saw this to be a weakness. Instead, he stopped proceeding forward and followed the sound so that he could shut it up, for good. No one could possibly be that stupid to think that they could even hold a tune. And sure enough, he found the culprit. It was some girl in his year, someone he recognized in Potions. A Hufflepuff girl. He did not know her name, and truth be told, he didn't want to know her. Since she couldn't hold a tune to save her life, he did not think that they would get along.

Not to mention that she was a Hufflepuff girl. He finally approached her, his cold appearance reflecting that was on his mind, "You should really think about not humming. Someone could hate it and silence you." If only he knew how, or else he would have done so already. But no, he could only use his words. Perhaps she would be somewhat of a good, obedient puff and just listen to what he says. It was not like he was looking out for her, but more or less his own hearing.​

 

[Clara Zhefarovich]

Clara shut her eyes as she tried to recatch her breath, but didn't want to stop humming the tune in her head. The sound made her giggle to herself but she froze as she heard a male voice speak quite close to her. Shocked, her eyes flew open and landed on a boy around her age wearing Slytherin robes. Clara gulped, not having a good track record with Slytherins, nor them having a good track record for that matter. Her mind immediately jumped to the worst, that the Slytherin was here for trouble. And just finally, when she was beginning to smile. Mentally shaking her head, Clara felt like maybe she needed to not be cynical - perhaps he was just trying to start a conversation. Maybe he felt lonely too, and wanted a friend. Or maybe, he was just passing through, and decided to drop a comment along the way.
Her mind running a million miles per second with the thoughts, Clara cleared her throat and fought the urge to look down at her shuffling feet. Instead, she looked at the boy and replied with a weak smile. "Oh - I am sorry if it was annoying you. It's not the most pleasant sound, I know." Clara joked, hoping that if he was just passing by, maybe he'd stop and chat. Perhaps he could break the cliche' Slytherin trend that was happening in Clara's life. Maybe, even, she could make a friend.

 

[Vladimir Zhefarovich]

The girl started to smile, and that caused Vladimir to narrow his eyes upon her. What was she thinking. She was tone deaf for one, and seemed like she was missing a few brain cells. Vladimir looked down upon the girl as she apologize to her superior, and she realized that this was not the most pleasant sound either. At least she was admitting to this, and he did not have to educate her at all. Vladimir started to speak, "Very good, but there is one thing that you need to learn as well. Your very voice is annoying, so it would be best to rip out your own tongue. Now, you should go." Vladimir did not see any reason why she should hang around him. He was not just a regular Slytherin at all. Deep down, he was far worse. He was a Zhefarovich, and someone who was trained. That would be really bad for her. It would be wise to have a Zhefarovich as an ally, but someone like Vladimir would not be caught dead with anything less than pure-blood. Everyone else were simply peasants. "I won't tell you again, unless your brain requires additional support. In which case, you really need to find a special needs school." His tone was low, almost dangerous to listen to. He had no reason to stick around, but before continuing his walk, he was not going to cross her path. People walked away from him. He did not walk away from people.​