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Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 21, 2007 14:37:09 GMT -5
Anastasiya took a deep breath the seam from her coffee pulling up into the nose fulling here with a warmth only brought by this drink. Scolding hot caffeinated liquid always did it for her and she didn't care to analyze it. She just took it for what it was. She looked down into the still black veneer of the liquid and studied the ceiling it reflected. the heavy wooden beams and and chandeliers hanging every few feet. She lifted the cup delicately keeping the surface smooth. Soon it was close enough to her mouth she could steam caressing her lips and cheeks. it met her lips and the liquid slid though and warmed her like the steam had earlier but the effect was much greater. Yes Anastasiya did analyze everything she felt in detail. Its what made her so intent.
Her eyes left the cup in her hands and traveled around the room. The weather outside reflected the feel of the castle today. The grounds hand been pummeled with rain for the last two days forcing most people to stay inside against their will and along with that the wind that partnered the rain cut through the castle with amazing force chilling most people, including Anastasiya to the bone. She set down her cup the liquid shifting slightly at impact with the table but not spilling. She reached around her slipping her coat off of the back of the chair and slipping her arms through pulling it around her and sighing a bit in comfort as the chill was noticeably cut in half.
Again she picked up her cup and her eyes scanned for someone to take her rambling mind off of the surface of her coffee. Yes she meant Raiden, or even Celeste. But Celeste was off doing family things and she hadn't seen Raiden in almost a week. She didn't even want to think of what he had been up to. Not that she could say, or even wanted to, that he was a skirt chaser. He just had....impecable manners
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She stood up her legs becomming antsy from sitting for an hour. Her coffee cup empty and her cup abandoned. She walked down the rows of the mess hall watching as some of the children played their chess, studied, or chatted quite loudly. Oh to be young and ignorant again
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Post by Raiden Nott on Jul 22, 2007 0:16:18 GMT -5
Raiden looked upon the castle that housed children eager to learn the ways the Dark Lord thought important and prudent. Of course most didn't know what they were learning, they were to young to understand and those that did, well most if not all were marked with their own tragic stories of why and what had led them to this place. Raiden's story was not of tragedy or strife it was merely the hunger for power and lust for greatness he felt he so duly deserved.
The mud that seemed to be encrusting on his Italian made shoes went unnoticed as the leaves that lay strewn across the courtyard crunched beneath him, as he strode toward his destination. It was only as he came across the thresh hold of the castle that he gazed upon his shoes disgusted and pulled on his wand, the handle carved in the shape of a dragon and waved it annoyingly as he watched the crust disappear and his shoes appear as pristine and they had recently been, before his trip to Lorcan Academy for the Gifted.
Turning as the doors closed silently behind him, he turned and headed toward the Mess Hall. It wasn't long before his eyes fell upon the single woman who upon first meeting her he had held great distrust toward and to now he was rather cozy with.
Standing against the frame of the door he smirked as he watched her move along the rows of the Mess Halls. Watching her gaze upon the children he wondered what was going through her head now. Pushing himself off the door frame with his shoulder he quietly strode toward her. He was an arms length away before he spoke.
"I didn't know the children required babysitting," he raised an eyebrow waiting for her to turn her face toward him.
"Good morning Anastasiya."
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Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 22, 2007 4:46:41 GMT -5
Anastasiya had seen him walk in and try and be James Dean leaning against the wooden frame his eyes following her making her even more antsy. Even though he was giving her his full attention she kept her eyes on the students but everyone seemed as affected by the weather as she was. So she quickly ran out of things to do to keep him waiting, shame. She finally turned walking to him and realizing quickly that in her flats her height next to him was extremely compromised and she had to look up him her head tilting back noticeably. She fidgeted with the leg of her slacks that clung to her hips picking of a piece of lint. Yes she was not in her normal skirt and heals. But she really hadn't expected company.
Ask and you shall receive.
"Well hello Mr. Nott. What brings you here to grace us with your presence?"
She again started fiddling with her clothing tugging the gray vest that was layered over a crisp white long sleeved blouse. She let her eyes flick back over the mess hall and noticed a bit of tension over a chess board in the back. She pulled out her dark cherry wood wand and gave it a slight flick and the chess pieces all disappeared. Their eyes darted towards Anastasiya and they quickly settled down and with another flick that pieces landed back on the board as if nothing had ever happened
"Baby-sitting, well yes actually. The weather has been keeping everyone inside and tempers are being pulled to the limit. Also I am not needed to teach this week. So its almost like a vacation. Which I heard you were having, or you were out hiding."
A little first year ran up to Anastasiya waiting till she finish before speaking. There was something about a stolen wand. The little girl curtsied at the end of her sentence and waited quietly. She held up her index finger to Raiden signaling for him to give her a minute. She quickly slipped to the table and in a second was back the girl had gotten her wand back and the young boy a scolding. She returned back to Raiden just as she remembered something she had meant to tell him weeks ago.
"The family is traveling to Venice next month and Zackariah has been bothering me to ask you to come along."
Yes even though Emilia's father was the Minister for the alliance he allowed Raiden to travel along with them. But that had taken a lot of planning on Emilia's part. Yes according to Emilia Raiden lived in a family home and was taught by his grandmother. Yes it could get complicated at times but since Emilia's brother Zackariah loved Raiden the protests had all but stopped.
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Post by Raiden Nott on Jul 27, 2007 16:15:52 GMT -5
Looking upon her as she stood beside him, he noticed her height lacking today. His eyes gazed down upon her feet the moment he knew she wasn't looking and saw that she didn't have on heels today. He smirked. It seems she hadn't been expecting any sort of company today, at least any company that would require more height, and since he had been missing for a few days, that surprisingly seemed to brighten his mood. watching her as she pulled a piece of lit of her clothing he waited for her reply.
"Well hello Mr. Nott. What brings you here to grace us with your presence?"
Holding his chin between his forefinger and his thumb he replied as politely as he would to anyone,
"Merely passing by on an errand. Thought I'd pop in and see if anything was needed of me here."
Her fiddling bothered him slightly. Not in any way of him brandishing his wand and burning her clothes, but over thinking things as he so normally did, he wondered if she felt uneasy around him, and he wondered if that was the case why. As he watched her listen to the little first year, he thought of his younger sisters, and gave a little thought to popping in on them. Well he would give them notice and then meet them at Hogsmeade. As the thought crossed his mind, Anastasiya's finger met the air and was brought back to Mess Hall in an instant as he waited for Anastasiya to return.
"Venice," he watched her eyes carefully and replayed the proposal over in his mind, "The family is traveling to Venice next month and Zackariah has been bothering me to ask you to come along."
"Of course I shall, even if it is only to please little Zackariah."
He raised his eyebrow as he looked over her shoulder at the children Anastasiya had just dealt with. His lips pursed slightly. Taking his wand out of his jacket pocket again, he aimed it at the two boys now bullying the young girl.
"Expelliarmus," he shouted as his voice reverberated through the hall in a tone of coldness, as one of the boys wands flew out of his hand, and landed in Raiden's held out one. Walking over to the boys he whispered something in their ears and then bowed his head at the young girl as he made his way back to Anastasiya.
"Slightly ill-mannered those two." His attention now fully on Anastasiya he tilted his head, "Now am I wrong or did you miss me," a school boy smirk appeared upon his face.
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Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 28, 2007 3:12:12 GMT -5
As she looked away the corner of her eye caught him glancing down at her feet and the smirk that played across his lips at the flats on her feet. Yes, she had not been expecting to see anyone of great importance today. Another reason why she had on tight black slacks instead of her pencil skirt. Even in this frigid weather just top give off an air of sophistication. She quickly placed a finger under his chin tilting his head up and away from her shoes giving him a quirked smile. She in turn did the same to him glancing his impeccable wardrobe but spotting a slight smear of mud he must have missed. For some reason this made her feel a little more at ease around him, it made him feel less god-like perfect.
"Of course I shall, even if it is only to please little Zackariah."
She blushed a bit and mentally shook herself. She knew he could see right through her line about Zack. Of course it wasn't a lie, Zack did want him to come, the two always got along well. But all Anastasiya could think of now was their last trip together and how Raiden had gotten up at midnight to drive her for pancakes. Yes okay she was a bit of a romantic when it came to Raiden and their trips, but when they were away from all of this fight over loyalty and her having to keep up a facade.
"Mr. Nott you know fully well I want you to go. If you don't go who will drive me around the city at midnight to find me pancakes?"
As Raidens voice reverberated through the building Anastasiya jumped her wand at her hand in a second and her body spinning her eyes falling on the two boys. She let out a sigh setting one hand on her chest and turning back to Raiden her eyes a bit wide as she took the wand from his hand and put it in her pocket along with her own. She pushed her hair behind one ear giving herself a second to compose herself again. She had always been a bit jumpy at loud noises and lately there had been talk of an uprising so everyone was on their toes.
"Very those to Blackmore boys make me want to curse them every day."
"Now am I wrong or did you miss me," a school boy smirk appeared upon his face.
She laughed softly and placed her hands deep in her pockets rocking her weight to her right foot and cocking out her hip.
"Lets see Raiden, miss a boy who well has "proper manners" with the girls that make them swoon and leaves for weeks without telling me anything. Hum oh yes my heart does go a pitter at the thought."
Okay so it did skip a beat at just the sound of his name but, she was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it that easily.
"The real question would be how much you missed little old me."
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Post by Raiden Nott on Jul 28, 2007 15:33:12 GMT -5
The soft touch of her skin on his chin alerted him to the fact that perhaps she was more adept to noticing things than he gave her credit for. That and the fact that her eyes met his for a moment and then fell to his shoes, as she went about looking at them. He noticed a smear of mud that seemed to have escaped his magic and he sighed ever so slightly. He would have been much more annoyed had it been any other girl, but Anastasiya, well she was different.
"Mr. Nott you know fully well I want you to go. If you don't go who will drive me around the city at midnight to find me pancakes?"
Her rosy cheeks were always a sight to see, for it was near impossible for it to be seen during any other circumstances. It was of course not often that Anastasiya Baroque blushed, though if he had to admit anything, she did seem to do it a whole lot more often when he was around. He smirked slightly before replying to her comment.
"If it is only for the sake of driving that you acquire my company, I would be very willing to loan you an house elf. There is one particular one that has quite an interest in motor vehicles."
Ignoring her little startle as he handled the two misbehaved boys, for he was used to a lot of jumping when it came to him doing magic. His mother did all the jumping, always worried that the curse he sent through the house were sent at her. Allowing her to take the wand he watched how quickly she seemed to regain her composure, and allowed a smile to escape his indifferent face.
"The real question would be how much you missed little old me."
The other comment she had made still fresh in her mind he stepped forward and gently caressed her cheek.
"I see no other girl here but you," he replied as he bent down and brushed his lips against her own, bringing his lips to her ear he whispered, "I hope that clarifies things."
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Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 29, 2007 3:46:34 GMT -5
"Oh Raiden some times I could just shake you. You know well enough it isn't for the pancakes that I want you to go. Must I come out and be blunt with everything."
She shook her head a little disgruntled by him for the moment being. She was not just going to come out and say 'Oh Raiden every time I'm around you my heart does the cha cha.' Um, I think not. Anyways Raiden was only around her because his other lookers were probably busy or he was bored with them for now. Yes I know this is a horrible thing to think but it was very close to what the truth could actually be. It was a known fact that Raiden was very good with the ladies. She wasn't trying to say what he did was wrong its just she couldn't pour her heart out to him knowing these facts. She would not be miss right now, no thank you. Her thoughts suddenly turned to a sight of a house elf driving and she cringed with fear. They were all of three feet tall. How in the world would he see over the steering wheel or reach the pedals. Yes she knew Raiden was playing with her but it still could stop her from having the mental image.
Suddenly his had was on her cheek and his voice soft and private. Her fingers tingled as his touch and she had to force herself to not to anything brash. Like say grab the front of his cloak and pull him into her lips. One that was very unlady like, two was not how Anastasiya showed affection she found actions like that to be very lustful and in turn fake. and Three she believed if she acted out like that Raiden might just go into shock.
"I see no other girl here but you,"
But then he did something to put her into a bit of a relapse. He leaned forward his lips brushing hers which caused her left hand to find its way between his cloak and shirt and rest n his waist. Even though she didn't want to be Miss right now didn't mean she should be cold and rebuke the affection she received from him. He pulled away just as quickly as it had come but still she could feel the slight touch of his skin. His breath ran across her ear and her fingers tightened on his side ever so slightly, it was almost like a twitch in the tips of her fingers.
"I hope that clarifies things."
"Well it either means I am the the only girl you needed to see in the mess hall and in a moment you will move on tot he girl in the library and so forth. Or...well I don't know Raiden, why don't you just tell me instead of leading me around."
Anastasiya was being a bit of a hypocrite since she had just avoided his question
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Post by Raiden Nott on Jul 29, 2007 16:26:13 GMT -5
Oh Anastasiya was just opening herself up to more attacks from Raiden and because he felt in the mood to misbehave and Anastasiya, was well one of his more frequent ladies he knew he would be allowed to push it a little further. Even though he could see was getting oh so slightly annoyed with him, he knew that she knew that he was only joking. With another school boy smirk momentarily placed across his face, he replied to her comment.
"Shake me you say...Sounds rather tempting."
Watching as she slowly went from trying to ignore his touch to giving in to impulse he smiled, but it was inward. He would not allow her to think that he enjoyed seeing her succumb to him, though he knew her to be bright, knew that that was most probably the very thought going through her mind. The movement her hand made however immediately erased his mind about who was controlling who and he allowed himself to enjoy the moment without thought if not just for the briefest of moments.
"Well it either means I am the the only girl you needed to see in the mess hall and in a moment you will move on tot he girl in the library and so forth. Or...well I don't know Raiden, why don't you just tell me instead of leading me around."
Gazing into her beautiful green eyes he stood measuring the weight of her words in his mind. Tilting his head slightly he turned around, his cloak billowing slightly behind him and made his way to the chair closest to him. Talking as he went.
"Interesting comment Miss Baroque, since your time is not always spent in the company of Miss Weasley, or your brother."
Seating himself ever so causally and sitting like someone with no problem in the world and an heir of authority he turned his head toward Anastasiya as he rested his head on his upright arm. The index finger extended over his mouth, his other arm holding back the side of his cloak revealing the handle of his wand.
"Simply put I came hear to have fun, yes, definitely, that you are the girl here seems to me nothing but an added bonus of sorts. Surely you don't want me to just come out and tell you, listen hear Anastasiya, I'm in the mood for," he gazed around the immediate area to see if there were any children around, "a good fuck. I would think you would enjoy a little foreplay, a little entertainment, a little charm. It isn't as if either of us are interested in marriage." At the last word he looked into her eyes searching for something. "Or is it?"
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Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 30, 2007 3:31:13 GMT -5
"Well seeing as how your into such displays I believed that simplistic phrasing would get your attention. But I feel now looking at your face it took a wrong turn from what I was actually trying to get across."
As he pulled away his eyes caught hers holding them for a second, giving off the eery affect of reading her. But even at this did she not break away from his look but gave the slightest smile of amusement. He was a difficult person to talk to, not it a bad sense, they just had a intelligent way of beating around the bush with some subjects. But today she did not feel like being toyed with. The weather was horrid giving her a restless feeling and she in now way wished it to go to her mind, which was exactly what was starting to happen with this conversation. He quickly turned away from her and she watched him curiously as he walked down the hall.
But what a nice view it was. Oh Anna! Horrid girl
Had he finally gotten annoyed with her? But as she watched he seated himself at a table his posture giving off a very solid air of authority. she watched him position himself and gave a small burst of laughter as his hand pulled back the cloak ever so slightly revealing his wand. She wondered if their was a reason for this or if it was just a habit he had picked up.
"Interesting comment Miss Baroque, since your time is not always spent in the company of Miss Weasley, or your brother."
She had ran into her own trap. She knew he saw her with Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Goyle but nothing had ever become or will ever become of her somewhat friendship with them. Neither of who meet the standards of education or sophistication that she required from a well "relationship". She was a bit angered by him trying to insinuate that what she did with them even closely measured to what he had done with half the castle they were standing in.
"Simply put I came hear to have fun, yes, definitely, that you are the girl here seems to me nothing but an added bonus of sorts. Surely you don't want me to just come out and tell you, listen hear Anastasiya, I'm in the mood for a good fuck. I would think you would enjoy a little foreplay, a little entertainment, a little charm. It isn't as if either of us are interested in marriage. Or is it?"
She walked over to the table her eyes roaming the children as she went some of their eyes quickly glanced away and she knew they had been watching the show between her and Raiden. A show was what it was turning out to be and each was playing their part fantastically well in her most humble opinion. She seated herself with grace crossing one long leg over the other her hands coming to rest on the arms of the chair and her back reclining back against the low back. She at in silence, examining her next few words carefully know that any slip or misinformed idea could burry her deeper under Radien's comments.
"I do not in the slightest find it a shock that you have come here but the way you speak of me gives me a feel of commonality. And by no means Mr. Nott do I find myself on the same level as most others nor do I see it right to address me as some sort of prize you may place on your mantle to brag about to the others. I am not that type of person. Im not saying I don't enjoy a good "bump" with you now and again but I do not take kindly to being told I should feel lucky you chose me. Its not flattering."
She watched him carefully as she spoke waiting for a mass explosion that would rock the walls but as seconds passed she let her self relax a fraction on an inch. She did not mean to hurt him with her words but she would not tolerate his "charm" anymore, it was not all as charming as he thought and sometimes his words cut her like a knife. She pulled out her wand tapping the table and having two coffee cups appear with cream and sugar. She leaned forward picking up her cup and resting her elbows on the table the cup resting just in front of her lips and she watched him over the rim.
"Marriage Raiden requires love, love and monogamy. The first of which I do not think you feel for me and the second I believe would either make you crazy, kill you, or a combination of both."
No Anastasiya did not want Raiden's hand in marriage, she did not believe in letting the law into a relationship. She believe if people loved each other enough that would hold them together not a piece of paper saying they loved each other at one time. Plus she knew Raiden would not stand for marriage. He was two set in his ways of bed hopping.
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Post by Raiden Nott on Aug 4, 2007 10:00:03 GMT -5
The laughter that escaped her lips slid over him like a serpent over grass. Slightly annoyed he wasn't going to allow her the satisfaction of thinking that behavior would effect him. That and the fact that he wasn't enemies for with Anastasiya, there was no need for violence, as yet.
His eyes ever so casually followed her as she made her way to the seat that sat at the opposite end of the table. Slowly he allowed his body to face her direction his face and eyes already scrutinizing her. attention diverted for the slightest second to the children around whose attention had seemed to shift from annoying each other to watching the casual confrontation of Titans. tilting his head slightly he looked one boy in the eye for moments as he listened to Anastasiya state her case, until eventually the boy ran out of the Hall followed by a few of his mates.
Attention solely on Anastasiya again he listened to her closing sentence.
"I do not in the slightest find it a shock that you have come here but the way you speak of me gives me a feel of commonality. And by no means Mr. Nott do I find myself on the same level as most others nor do I see it right to address me as some sort of prize you may place on your mantle to brag about to the others. I am not that type of person. I'm not saying I don't enjoy a good "bump" with you now and again but I do not take kindly to being told I should feel lucky you chose me. Its not flattering."
Eyes without emotion, a face as blank as night, he scrutinized every word, judged every motion, considered every action, but to the outside world, those around him it was as if he could care less. A motion of his hand as he placed the hand that had been holding his cloak back on the table and drummed his fingers. It seemed the weather had taken a toll on more people than he had previously thought, or was it the weather. What exactly was swimming around in the mind of Anastasiya Emily Baroque?
"Commonality. The very thought that I might suggest anything along the lines of common is a rather interesting way of suggesting that my thoughts revolve around things..common." The drumming of his fingers against the table stopped.
"Rather interesting, since of always prided myself in attaining things beyond commonality. From brooms, to books, to beds, even the women..waht was the word you used...'bump' with." Placing his hand on his thigh as his arm remained extended, he tilted his head slightly to the side for the briefest moment before returning it to the position it had held.
"But since you were offended I do apologize."
Leaning back against the chair, for he had momentarily inched forward to enhance his presence, he watched as two cups appeared before him. Not having to stretch he pulled his cup toward himself and nodded thanks, as green eyes watched him over a coffee cup rim.
"Marriage Raiden requires love, love and monogamy. The first of which I do not think you feel for me and the second I believe would either make you crazy, kill you, or a combination of both."
Bringing the cup to his mouth he took a sip of the coffee and then returned the cup to the table.
"I will give the first one, but I wouldn't be so sure about the second." Standing up he drank he drank half of his coffee and continued as he placed the cup ever so carefully on the table for the second time, his other hand already placed in the pocket of his jean. "Don't for one moment believe you have the full grasp of my capabilities, for one should never underestimate the next person. You know what muggles say about assumption."
Turning on his heel he casually strode to the doors of the Mess Hall we he stopped for a moment turning back with a smirk on his face.
"And Miss Baroque, perhaps this might comfort you. I never kiss and tell, as strange as it might sound. Any whisperings you might here, are simply other peoples," placing his remaining hand in a jean pocket, "assumptions." Walking out of the door and up the stairs.
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