Running Into You

[Professor Misha Haden]

5th year, and a prefect. All in all, doing pretty well. And yet, as a durmstrang student, there was a sense of lacking within this durmstrang. He was maybe doing well academically, but as a fifth year it would be hoped that the powers of friendship and confidence would be upon you. But, as Misha Haden knew, this was false. As a fifth year, he had a fair amount of work, which left him close to no time to actually socialize with those around him. He just had to hope that one of these days, he'd actually be able to go up to someone without getting nervous. Sure, he had a small group of friends that he trusted, but they were as busy as he was and were exactly the most reliable of the bunch. Just reliable enough that he would continue being their friend, not much more and not that much less. And all were guys. When it came to the opposite sex, Misha was about as lucky as a goldfish. Sure, he wasn't exactly ugly, but he was completely un-confident. He just did not know how to act around them. It was that one crucial skill which for Misha seemed to have been left out. There was no point working on it either, since it meant that he had to talk to girls and if he was honest, the thought almost scared him, and Misha hated feeling scared. Especially around people because then it made the whole situation a lot worse. he knew that eventually, if he ever wanted to start something of his own, then he'd have to be able to speak to girls but that wasn't necessary just yet. Not just yet. He was going straight to the Grand Hall for his lunch, a thing Misha did have time for, he was meeting friends, and they were going to practice for the Dark arts class, a class that Misha had grown found of over the years. It was an odd class, and not taught in any other school apart from this, and while Misha could see why, he also thought it was by far the most interesting class he did. So for him, it was forget about defending against them, rather learning and embracing the dark arts. Not something everyone would be on board with but, most Durmstrang students were. And he knew why. The dark arts were more than just some class everyone had to do, they were amazingly interesting and meant each student at this school would know how to fight.

Misha did not have a superiority complex, he just believed that Durmstrang students were the strongest and the best. They were the students to be wary off. Not like the beauxbatons, that were faery like, or both Hogwarts that had Hufflepuffs within them. Durmstrang was a school for those of a solid heart. Cold and unwilling with others. In some respects Misha was like that, but then in others, he knew he'd also do well in Hufflepuff. His father in Poland would have none of it, but his mother in Russia wouldn't mind at all. Misha sighed to himself as he walked along the corridors. A girl passed him, and as she did, he noticed, that a) her bag was open and that b) a note book appeared to be falling out. Generally Misha would've done nothing about it, but as the notebook fell, his quidditch skills came into play and he caught the note book before it hit the floor and as the girl kept walking. "Hey" His thick Polish accent harsh on his english words. He went over to the girl. "Excuse me." He said reaching the girl and tapping her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.​

Out of Character:

Thought this would be a good way for them to first meet. Then he can develop a crush and then on a dare
ask her out, and she'd to have fun say yes. Is that good with you

 

[Kamaria Warlock]

His answers were no, that was finale. No butts, or its. Whatsoever the answer was no. Why she couldn't just have mention someone else, Kamaria was tempered. Her brother had run her life for almost five years now, after the shameless death of their parents made her an official orphanage. So far, life hasn't improve since than, Anthony the oldest, made it hell on earth when it came down for Kamaria being independent. He did everything in his power to control her, made sure she did everything right by not stepping out of line. For example, Kamaria wanting to visit a friend during the holiday's break. She wanted so bad to get away and not have to deal with Anthony and her other sister's Leena opinion about her life. There was very little to do with it, so why discuss all the time when she went home? She would ignore the ignorance around her home and stayed to herself. Her room was actually the only place where she can unwind and be herself. He still said no, he said family more important than hanging around with your friend's from school. Not that she had many to figure, she had two friends to be exact. A girl from Russia, who despite their ethnic background, got along well with Kamaria. Her name? Michelle, a very tall girl with a lanky form. The other was Rinoa, an Asian girl from Taiwan, the girl who wore basically all black hiding away from any source of sunlight all the time. they categorize as gothic, "they' meaning the rest of the fourth years at Drumstrang. They call us, "them", excluding us three away from the rest of our peers. just like Anthony excluded her friends from family. He says friends weren't meant to be trusted, when in truce Michelle and Rinoa are the only ones she trusted in her life. Leena and Anthony were far from Kamaria likings, because trusting them meant believing whatever crap they tried to put in her head. They just seems to be forgetting Kamaria was her own damn person. She was a hot head, yes. Though she knew more about life than anyone in her own age. You pretty much knew everything when you had parents who feud against each other and had no shame doing it front of their children. A part of Kamaria, wonder if that's what Anthony protecting? The secrets of his parent's past? Well whatever it was, it can't be protected now.

Kamaria remembered that day when she saw the headline about their parents. Everyone knew, it was no secret. That's why, "they" feared Kamaria. They think like everyone else who know them, that Kamaria probably insane like he mother had been when she killed her husband in the most gruesome way. It's no wonder the caramel complexion girl never had a boyfriend. She wanted one, there's no doubt the girl wanted someone to share more than just peddle kisses with, but who date the daughter of someone insane like her late mother? Kamaria wonder while striding the corridors lost in many questions and thoughts that she didn't hear him at first. She flick her eyes to the poking boy who stop her from thinking, she saw that he was holding her notebook. Looking down she made the connection. "Oh hey" she gave him a good look in the face, she didn't know his name but she did see him around the school, "Is that my book?"

Out of Character:

Yup that's fine

 

[Professor Misha Haden]

Not really had others factored much into the life of the Durmstrang boy. After his parents had split, it had really become a sticky affair. His brother, looking more like, and being closer to there mother. His little sister, almost a daddy's girls, and then Misha. Right in the middle, with no real hope of becoming any less or any more. He was neither favoured by his mother or his father. And he didn't have a preference. It was just the way things went. Misha wasn't entirely bothered by it. Sure, it would be nice, to have someone to talk to, but he could deal with it. Like everything else, Misha could deal with it internally, so no one else really knew what was going on for the boy. An internal war constantly raging. A stalemate within his mind. This kind of internal thinking left him pretty obvious to all those around him. To those he was in classes with and to those he shared the school with. He had no idea, that on a school hierarchy system he would be at the bottom. Outcast. Allowed to exist just because he didn't disturb the others. As an outcast he was pretty much all alone. His friends were all outcasts. People who didn't generally talk through issues. It was a like a pack of people still pretty much frozen in their own world. It wasn't ever going to be easy. That much had been clear from the get go. His life at Durmstrang wasn't the easiest. Durmstrang was a tough school. Ruff around all it's edges, and forever causing the wrong changes in people. It wasn't as if, something like Durmstrang could be perfect, it was like one huge Slytherin house. Mainly filled with people who believed themselves better and then the minority who were cast out and labelled. As the girl turned to face him, he felt his eyes move directly to the ground and his cheeks redden. Something that happened no matter the girl. He took a deep breath and looked up at the girl. One thing that struck him straight away was that she was pretty. She was like any girl he could never in a million years get, gorgeous. He had no idea about her background, or who she was. Just that she was slightly younger than him, female, and beautiful. He didn't think that anyone would ever like someone like him. He was insecure, nervous, and terrible around girls. "Erm." Misha said, words escaping him. This felt stupid. He would eventually be able to get a sentence out.

"Erm, yeah. You dropped it." The thick polish accent didn't hide the nerves clear within the boys voice. He didn't know what else to say. "Here" He added handing her the book. Of course he hadn't touched it, and had no intentions of reading it. He wasn't the kind of guy or person who liked to know about others. It wasn't his place. "You're bag is also open. Someone might take something." He added pointing to the bag. He didn't know what else to say, so he stood, shifting his weight between his two feet, hoping the girl would either say something or leave. He met her eyes, and smiled slightly. She was very pretty, and this made him even more nervous. He knew that he was probably over reacting but he was awful around girls, he could hardly help it. He could hardly help becoming like a jellyfish around girls. It wasn't something most girls actually liked. It was more something that put them off. If the girl was put off by him, then he would be used to it. It wouldn't bother him as much as it once had.​

 

[Kamaria Warlock]

Hello? Is that mines? she remembered saying again. She waited with every ounce of patients for a reply. It's as if he were struck, struck with what? She wreck her brain trying to figure this boy out. Was he suppose to just stand there or hand over the notebook in his hand. She knew it belong to her, no one had the same notebook as Kamaria. No one had it cause she had decorated the front with her drawings of a werewolf and blue moon. An exact image of what she illusion at night, many more than a normal person should imagine a dream. It always ended with the werewolf and a blue shaded moon, and the strong sense of blood drown the air right before the beast howl. She tried to make apprehend of the dream, went to divination professor just to see what it meant. And every time she went, she left displease that her dream had meant nothing. She wanted to believe that the dream was a form of communication with her late mother. That somehow she was using this passageway to get to Kamaria.

"Erm, yeah. You dropped it." the young girl heard the boy say after a few seconds or more than a minute waiting for him to say anything. She took the book in her hand, and he was right. She had drop it, and if she hadn't noted right away her bag was indeed open. Not properly open, but open with a rip tearing down by it's side. "Not just something, someone rip my bag open" she expressed annoyed this had been done to her. "And now I'm missing a few quils, you wouldn't happen to notice who did this?" she ask the boy. She was bending over her bag now, in front of the light skinned boy who had been fairly nice to mention she almost lost everything if it hadn't been for him. Looking up, she noted he was staring at her, it didn't click than he was blushing at her for no reason at all. she just thought that's how he normally look, since she didn't know him at all. However the more she stared, the more his blush deepen. His ears even went pink. She rose up again smiling at him. "Umm thanks for helping me out. What's your name I don't recognize you from any of my classes, what year are you in?".

This was her first real encounter with a strange boy actually blushing at her. She wasn't good at detecting when a guy was into you, except she had a fair knowledge of reading a few teen magazine when she's home. If she read correctly and wrong let her be struck by a force of the unknown, he liked her in that way? She smile, curving her full lip at the boy. He wasn't the normal boy she would crush on during her years at Drumstrang. But he was a BOY, and a tasteful charming looking one at that. Gathering the rest of what she still own, she complemented her next move. SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO....

 

[Professor Misha Haden]

As it had taken a while for the incredibly shy Durmstrang boy to get his words out, the girl seemed to be looking at him oddly. He hadn't been too quick to realise that. And when he finally did, the colour that his face turned was one to match a tomato. It wasn't through much of his fault that he got that embarrassed about everything. especially when it came to the other sex. With his parents having their favourites and then spending the rest of the time arguing there had been little space for the little middle child. He was the clear sufferer of middle child syndrome. It affected few in nowadays since families were either bigger or smaller. It didn't entirely bother him, all he thought was that as the middle child he should get extra help from both his parents, but this wasn't true, and as a consequence that Misha hadn't put together, the fact he had few social skills was one. Obviously, Misha knew the little things. He was a fairly polite person, and barely spoke out of turn. He was always sure to speak when spoke to. He hated being interrupted so he hated doing it to others. it was just the way things were for the Durmstrang. He smiled at the girl, the best he could, but it wasn't really the same. He had the confidence to smile, but that was all it reached to. Speaking to her after this moment would take a whole different amount of confidence. There would be nothing, Misha just couldn't. He was more shy than shy. And while this kind of thing he could do, there were other things that he just couldn't do. The girl who had begun speaking, spoke of how the bag was not just open, but had in fact been ripped open. This was weird to him. As an outcast he barely noticed what went on in the school, but he did think that that was a little mean, What was the point of doing something like that, what did the people achieve by doing that. Misha took out his wand, and pointed it at the bag, and with a quiet reparo, the bag fixed itself. He couldn't let the girl keep walking around with a broken bag and while he was sure that the girl could do that spell, she hadn't done the counter curse, so he had. It was simple. But, he still did the spell. "I didn't" Misha added shrugging.

Taking a small step away from her, he was about to make to leave when she asked a further question. He didn't know whether or not to stick around or to just go. It would be fairly simple, a small decision, that wouldn't really factor to his general day if he didn't. And considering that he was already finding it pretty difficult to keep being attentive with her. He had to get to his friends, and he didn't think he could spend any more time with this girl before going any redder. "You shouldn't let people treat you like that. I'm a fifth year." Without much more of a word, Misha started walking away. "It was nice speaking to you" Misha added, before turning and continuing walking away. There wasn't much else that needed to be said, and there wasn't much else that would be said. The girl would hardly be interested in someone like him. So he cut out the middle man.​

 

[Kamaria Warlock]

"I didn't say it was-"Kamaria began to say to the nameless boy in front of her. She knitted her brow slightly, she wasn't accusing him. In fact she was more than thanking him. She had lost a few quills, yes. But that could all be easily replace, it was the journal she was grateful for having back. There was just to much written in it, if she had lost it, she wouldn't have began to describe how that will make her upset. For him to show such gentle gesture and in this school, she found it shocking. Yet she didn't know his name at all. His face never familiar to the dark honey eyes, his voice never been recognize by the dark skinned girl at all.Why be so kind stranger? Would've been more of a better question, than the general what's your name and year nonsense.Why be so kind for the like of me? She wonder in silence. She wanted to ask, desperately she wanted to know the most simplest and silliest question she kept thinking of. IT JUST NEVER CAME OUT...

HE LEFT..except knowing he was a fifth year and had a very thick accent she couldn't recognize. She fail geography, she fail now. She watch him leave, back to his friends. Leaving Kamaria to sigh suddenly, going back to her world. Forever getting lost in the many corridors Drumstrang was built on. Having the girl thinking about the fifth year boy for a while, till her thoughts left the school again. Having Kamaria thinking about the holidays, yet again. Damn.