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[Crische Joussane]

Crische Joussane was out of Durmstrang for the weekend. Although he was in France with his family, he much more preferred staying outside the confines of the house. He much rather liked the freedom that he gets to enjoy outdoors, especially with all of the French ladies roaming around the country. He had always enjoyed those moments, when high school girls were at his arms. It was certainly too bad that Durmstrang Academy did not offer too much ladies, and if there were, they were too feisty for his taste. In fact, they weren't his type at all. Most of the women in his school were more boyish and manly than girly, and so, the moment he had noticed that, he had stopped chasing after the girls in his school and resolved to just searching for different girls when he was back in France. And so, he spent most of his time outdoors, hitting on a girl he deemed pretty and then leaving them when he had have enough. A typical playboy Crische was.

On this fine day turning night as it was already approaching sunset, he had found himself outside as he usually was. He had left Scarlet at home as soon as Justin had left for an emergency at work and Brody was still at Durmstrang working on something the older had no idea about. He never really did care much for the young girl as he considered her as useless and troublesome. Of course, he himself screamed trouble, but then again, if it came to the point that he needed to work, he would. But for now, with Justin letting him finish magic school, he tried to enjoy much of his youth as possible. After all, no one would stay seventeen forever. The boy decided to take a seat at a cafe that was located to a bar nearby. Perhaps some pretty ladies would walk in the streets and he could casually go up to them. It would be nice to have a girlfriend again, older or not, and then break up as soon as he was tired of the relationship he had started.

 

[Maria Leingod]

Maria Leingod had never been fond of being in the center of attention. Her entire life, she had been showered with it, whether she wanted it or not, though most of the time, it was the latter. She had already resigned a long time ago to her fate of being a part-veela, there was no use fighting against one genetics, after all. However, that didn't mean she like it. Being a part-veela only meant two things for her, unnecessary attention, and trouble.

Sure, being a part-veela has its benefits. She could charm her way out of trouble, she could even ask a random stranger for something and that person would do anything to give it to her. Heck, she could probably tell someone to drop dead and it would happen. She was exaggerating of course, but it wasn't that impossible. It wasn't great at all, in fact, it was more of a curse than a gift. Male part veelas had it easier, they didn't have to deal with what she had to deal with. The veela effect was strong in her blood, it was even stronger now that she was in a place populated by muggles, these folks knew nothing about them after all. She had been trying to control it to no avail. And that was why here she was, crossing her arms defiantly in front of her chest as she glared at four ugly looking man surrounding her.

They were obviously hitting on her, something she didn't quite appreciate, she hated it in fact. This was what she hated the most about being a part-veela, having to deal with this type of people. She knew not who to trust anymore, that's why on her entire seventeen years, she had never been in any relationship. Besides, she understood not the concept of romance. The likes of her were not meant for it, the case of her parents was next to a miracle. Something she believe will not happen in her entire lifetime.

One of the men grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. Seriously, she swore, another move and these men would get it. Her free hand reached for her wand which was currently resting safely in her bag. She was of age now, she can use her wand whenever she wanted. Besides, she had more than enough reason to curse these stupid men. However, before she could take her wand out, another one of the group grabbed her previously free hand, restraining her movements. Didn't these people know when to stop? She glared and tried to pull away, but they were strong, too strong and much bigger than she was. However, that didn't scare her, instead, it only fueled her anger.

"Let me go," she muttered darkly, struggling from their hold. The men seemed to find her efforts funny as they mock her, only tightening their hold. She looked around, there were only a few people in the area and it seemed that they were too absorbed with what they were doing to notice what was happening with her. "Can't you hear me? I said let me go!" She stomped on the closest man's foot and kicked the other, the shock made them release her, however, the other two was quick to react and grab her again. They were much harsher this time, and honestly, she was starting to get scared. They weren't listening to her, and as much as she hated to admit, she was weaker without her wand. She bit her lower lip and willed herself not to cry. Tears were already welling up in her eyes as she averted her gaze from them. She could do without them seeing her weak. "I said let me go you morons!," she finally shouted, but there were too few people to notice or hear her. The street was getting darker, and opportunity for her to use her wand and attack without causing too much commotion, but then, it was also an opportunity for these men to do what they wanted. At that very moment, she wished for someone to come, she hated being the damsel in distress, but seriously, she needed help.

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[Crische Joussane]

Crische found no girl pretty enough for his taste for the night. It had already been month since he had gotten himself a girlfriend, and he supposed that tonight was not his lucky night either. Why was it so hard to find the right girl? He was seriously getting frustrated that when he has his eyes on a girl each and every time he could make her fall for him and then eventually, he'd get tired of the relationship and then break the girl's heart, but then he wasn't feeling any remorse. He would just quickly get over and move on as quickly as he had set his eyes on the lady. But on this fine night, he had found no one to spend it with and so, he stood from where he currently sat on the cafe and begun to walk away. Until that is, he had caught sight of a certain situation that involved men and a lady. And he most certainly was sure that the situation was going to get ugly with four ugly men forcing themselves on a girl.

Crische decided to approach the group and casually land a punch on one of the men, the one at the girl's farthest right. "Hey. I get the idea that she's pretty and you guys are pretty lonely," he said backing a step or two from the group, as he kept his fists clenched in front of him, ready to go defensive or offensive, whichever was necessary. "But seriously, have some respect." As soon as he had said this, he was sure he hit a nerve for two of the men had already begun attacking while the other was wiping the blood off of his lip and the other was keeping his grip on the girl. Well, he got into the situation and there was certainly no use backing out now. One of the men had tried to land a punch on his face but he blocked and punched him on the gut, but that didn't pay off well as though the other one had fallen to the floor, he had been punched on the face, making his lip bleed. He wiped the blood and glared at the rest of the men. "Now you're gonna get it," he said as he landed consecutive punches on the man whom had punched him, making sure that he had blocked the punches that came his way.

When that was done, Crische looked at the remaining two men that were left. "Leave now," he said. If they were not going to leave, he would have to go physical on them too, and he was as sure as hell that they were not going to like it as well. He gave them a sharp glare and it was good decision the two had made for they ran, leaving the girl behind, the two whom he had beaten up scurrying right behind them. He nodded at the girl and asked, "You alright?" he asked as he wiped the blood from his lips. Cris knew he wasn't looking his best right now for he probably had bruises on his face since he wasn't able to block all attacks, but then he didn't care. He may have broken a girl's heart but he knew to respect them too. He approached the lady and here he realized just how much of a beauty she was. Pretty was not enough to describe her. As beautiful as a goddess was more appropriate.

Language: French

 

[Maria Leingod]

Maria hated herself for being weak, for being a girl for that matter. She hated it with all her being. Just because she was a girl, and a part-veela at that, people think that they could over power her, and she despised it so much. She didn't want any of this. Heck, she rather be a normal person than face all of these. She bit her lower lip, willing herself not to cry. She was not weak, she didn't want to be weak. And if she couldn't save herself from these men, at least, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She wouldn't cry in front of them, no. Yet, despite saying that, she still couldn't stop the tears forming in her eyes. She should have known better, should have gone home earlier even if it meant having to face the so called friends of her twin. She hated acting like someone she was not, but perhaps, faking and socializing with those idiots would have been better.

She bit her lower lip harder than she had intended, and in a matter of seconds, she could taste her own blood. She was about to fight back again, refusing to resign to these idiots, when out of no where, a young man came to her rescue. It would be a lie if she would say that she wasn't relieved, for honestly, she was more than glad that someone had the guts to interfere. She stood frozen in her spot as she watch the man beat up those four. He was pretty beaten up too though. It didn't take long before the four morons ran away. Great, as much as she hated to admit it, she had been the damsel in distress and her prince charming had come. No. Who was she kidding? This man was no prince, no such man exist, he would probably ask for something in return.

She rubbed her arms, trying to keep herself warm. She should have worn a warmer set of clothing for right now, she was freezing. She should have known better than to wear her usual clothes at home, but then again, she didn't expect that her sister's friends would come either. She hadn't been prepared when she sneaked out of their house. "I'm fine," she whispered, tugging at the cap that she was wearing, as if doing so would hide her face. The corner of her lips was still bleeding and she absentmindedly wiped it with the back of her hand. "I don't need your help," she was being stubborn, not wanting to admit how weak she was earlier. She then reached for her handkerchief and threw it towards the boy's direction. Perhaps it would be enough to show her appreciation even if she didn't really want to. "Clean yourself, you look stupid." Maria wasn't really good at talking with other people, she was pretty mean in fact, not knowing how to voice out what she really wanted to say.

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[Crische Joussane]

Crische was very much irritated by the hits he had gotten from those maniacs although he tried to hide his emotions. He did not want the girl to think that he was frustrated because of her, but it was just embarrassing to get beaten up in front of a lady even if it was for a good cause. Getting beaten up is still getting beaten up no matter how much you turn the wheels or change the rotation of the planet. And so, his irritation and frustration was only the result of his shame and embarrassment. He was not hitting on the girl. Yet. But still, he wanted a good impression. Not a beat up and bruised one. But, he had no choice. What's done is done and he knew that there was no use of lamenting on the past. All he could do now was move on.

As soon as Cris had approached the female, he had seen her beauty and her choice of clothing wasn't exactly helping either and that was the reason that the four muggles were forcing themselves on her. She had the appearance of a goddess, although, it was unbeknownst to the Durmstrang boy that the girl in front of him right now had a veela heritage. "Good," he breathed as soon as the female claimed that she was alright, well until he saw her wipe blood off of her lips, but he tried to pay it no heed as he grinned at the female's next statement. Ooooh. Feisty, he thought about the girl. It was quite an amusing statement considering the position she was in before he had entered the scene. But then again, he just shrugged her statement off and muttered softly, "A thank you would have been better."

Cris caught the handkerchief that was thrown at his direction and smiled at the girl. "Thanks," he said as he wiped his face with it. He took a look at it and saw that it had become pretty dirty thanks to some of his blood now clinging on it along with the dirt on his face previously. "I'll give it back later," he said as he put the handkerchief in his pocket and afterwards taken off his jacket and threw it to the girl's direction, making it land on her head. "Wear that. At least you won't look like you're seducing men here. I'll walk you home," he said, not as a question nor an invitation. But rather a statement that was near a request. He hoped the female would agree though. He wasn't exactly in the right situation to hit on her nor court her yet. But he would before the night ends though, or at least he hoped.

Language: French

 

[Maria Leingod]

The boy's statement hit Maria's nerves, and thus, the irritation towards the men from earlier was converted into an irritation towards this boy. She was not a damsel that needs to be saved. Sure, she was caught in a rather dangerous situation earlier, but that didn't mean that she needed his help. Not that she wanted to be left alone with those morons from earlier, but Merlin did she wish that it was another person who saw her there. Perhaps, a less proud and annoying one will do. But alas, fate was working against her for that whole day, first, the situation with her twin, then those leering men, and now, this too obnoxious guy. She wished to go home or just drown herself in a pool of water. It was cold, yes, but it was better than being stuck in this place with this guy who thought that he was heaven sent.

The seventeen, almost eighteen year old part-veela glared at the boy. She had heard stories about how veelas turn into bird like creatures when angered, she wasn't sure if it applies to part-veelas like her, but perhaps, being able to turn into one would be a good way to scare these idiots away. It wouldn't be a pretty sight, but the former Slytherin would welcome it with open arms if it meant being able to turn these people away from her. "I don't need it. Keep it," she said with irritation, though her voice was a little too soft to convey that annoyance to anyone.

The girl glared yet again when the boy commented on her clothes? Was he really accusing her of seducing those men? Merlin did she never got insulted like this in her entire life. She picked the boy's jacket and threw it back to the boy a little too harshly. She then removed her cap, her blonde hair flowing and reaching the middle of her back. Her hair danced as she moved, stepping closer to where the boy was. "Don't you understand? I. Don't. Need. Your. Help." She emphasized each word, her eyebrows furrowed together in the way that they do when she's annoyed. Her face was flushed from the cold, making her cheeks a little pink. She then hurriedly turned around, wearing her cap again before walking away from the boy. "I can find my way home, I'm not a kid. Besides, you're not trustworthy either." Her last words were a little too accusing, a little too rude even for her, but it was the truth. She can't really trust anyone.

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[Crische Joussane]

Crische was pretty much grinning and smirking. This girl in front of her. He found attractive. Very attractive. Others always say that he had a weird taste in girls, well maybe this was one of those situations. He didn't know though why this girl he found attractive. Clearly, there were girls that he dated that were more advantageous when it came to appearance, attitudes and heck, he had even dated a brainy one once. But this one was different for sure. He wasn't quite sure and he surely couldn't put his finger on it. Perhaps it was the fact that the girl in front of him right now was really good at declining and saying no to him which not many girls do. It was a fact that their family had been blessed with looks, but most had landed on Cris, unfortunately, most of the confidence and obnoxiousness had landed on him too, which he was pretty sure was not a very good thing, although he does try his best to use them to his advantage whenever he would want to have a girlfriend. He would charm a girl and no longer go through the process of courting too much. But this time, it was a different case. The girl he had just saved was being feisty and he was being willing to court her soon enough.

"Well, I understand when you say it like that. But then, it really is also my choice if I wish to help you or not," the boy muttered almost incoherently but was sure enough that the lady could hear him. He had tried to keep his eyes away from her when she spoke since it was like she was trying to mesmerize him, to charm him to do her bidding. Sadly though, Crische was not really one to obey anyone unwillingly. And so when he caught his jacket, he refused to put it back on whilst he only wore a shirt that was not nearly enough to shield his body from the cold. As soon as the girl begun to walk away, Cris followed, maintaining only a bit of distance from her. Truth be told, they were in one of the most dangerous parts in town for women of all ages and young boys, and he had to wonder if this girl knew that. They were in a part of town where leering men were frequent because of the lined up bars filled with girls for their own pleasures. And with what the girl was wearing, she was already catching the eye of many, even females who were not really dressed appropriately considering being in the streets. Cris couldn't blame them though, she was very beautiful and attractive after all. The boy sighed and walked his pace faster until he was walking beside the girl. "Hey, you should get out of here. I don't know if you're lost or willingly here, but this really isn't a place for girls who doesn't like to get hit on by older men. That's why I was telling you to wear the jacket and don't get any wrong ideas," he muttered as he threw several glares at the men who were attempting to take a step towards the two of them.

Language: French

 

[Maria Leingod]

Maria didn't understand why the boy had to be so nosy and poke his nose in her business. She couldn't really fathom why he had to be too stubborn. Didn't she already say that she didn't need him? Most people would get the hint but it seemed like he was too stupid to understand her. He was very much like those men from earlier though to his credit, he was definitely better looking that they were. Not that she would say that out loud of course as it would only encourage him to annoy her even further. She wanted to get rid of the boy but it seemed that today wasn't her lucky day. The boy was too stubborn and though she didn't want to admit it, it seemed like he had no intentions to leave her by herself. Her eyebrows knotted together as she adjusted her cap. Well if he would insist on following her, then so be it. She had no patience to deal with stupid guys like him. He could follow her all he want until he got tired. She decided not to care anymore. She wouldn't waste her time trying to talk to a seemingly ten year old that was trapped in a man's body.

"Are you really stupid? Do you honestly think that I went here willingly? Seriously, what is wrong with you?" Maria was aware that she was being completely rude to the man that had just saved her from a dangerous situation. But then again, Maria didn't know how to deal with anyone either. She hadn't been much of a social butterfly as her twin was. She knew not how to talk with other people.

The girl continued to walk without slowing down her pace, she wanted to increase the distance between her and the boy. She bothered not to turn around to check whether he was still following her. It was getting really late and the weather was starting to get really cold. Maria rubbed her hands together to generate some warmth. Her choice of outfit wasn't really appropriate for the weather but then again, she wasn't really planning to go out either. She muttered some incoherent complains under her breath, blaming her sister for her current predicament. Why was Sophia so naive anyway? She was too trusting and Maria really hates that. She didn't trust any of her sister's so called friends. She didn't trust anyone really. She sighed. The cold was starting to really bother her. She unwillingly turned her head a little bit to look at the boy with her. She didn't really want to owe him anymore but she didn't really want to freeze to death too. Thus, against her own will, she quickly grabbed the jacket away from the boy and quickly, albeit a little ungracefully put it on. "Stop. Don't say anything. I tell you, don't ever speak another word." She then quickened her pace, mentally kicking herself for being too helpless at that situation. She didn't like asking for anyone's favor after all.

Language: French​

 

[Crische Joussane]

Crische was having mixed feelings for the woman with him. He was amused by her finding her feisty attitude to be quite new to him. Considering the many girls he had dated, some were feisty, but not for as long as the woman with him was. He didn't even get her name yet! Along with his amusement for her feisty attitude was also his frustration that she couldn't seem to get the idea of how dangerous her situation currently was. Yes, he was a playboy but he also had some respect for the opposite gender up to some degree and though he likes girls with a pretty face and sexy girls, he much preferred to keep the view away from leering men whom wanted nothing more than to get in between legs. And yet again, the Durmstrang student had this certain irritation towards himself because he felt attracted to the woman that just wouldn't make him leave her at any moment until he was sure that she was home.

"Well, this is a shortcut to some other parts in town so I wouldn't think of it as weird. Or maybe you were looking for a friend of yours or something," Cris claimed with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He was most certainly telling the truth and he was sure that this woman wouldn't appreciate it all too well. He had been catching the flow of her attitude and he was finding it quite amusing by the minute. "Like, seriously. There are a lot of reasons for people to come here or pass by here and not just for reasons you think," he said with a certain calmness in his tone. He didn't care for the moment what this woman would think. He was just stating facts for the moment after all and besides, he really didn't not if it was her intention to pass by these parts of town or she was just dragged here and all.

Crische continued to walk behind the girl, his eyes and ears all open from certain dangers that could occur at any moment. D@mn! Why the hell did she have to be so eye-catching?! his thoughts ran rampant in his mind much to his little irritation as he would often catch sight of older men staring at his companion's attractive body. He wouldn't deny her attractiveness as he too was reeled in by her charms but that didn't mean he was happy that others were gazing at her with different thoughts that were probably not good to know. The man was surprised though when he had suddenly felt his jacket being pulled from his arms. He was about to pull it back until he saw that it was the woman whom he was with that had gotten the jacket from him and proceeded to wear it. He chuckled softly at her actions and he raised both hands in surrender when she told him to not speak a word about what had just occurred. Seriously, why are some girls so unpredictable? he thought to himself as he chuckled inwardly. Crische had kept his hands in his pockets as he worked on his pace to walk beside the woman. Silence was with them but he decided to break it only for a moment.

"I'm Cris."

Language: French