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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 27, 2009 23:46:25 GMT -5
Nadja woke up entirely too early today. But you do what you have to do when you want to be the best at what you do. Early mornings were dedicated to classes until a nice healthy lunch. Then, her afternoons, depending on the day were dedicated to another class or two and homework in various places. Maybe she would go watch the Quidditch match this Friday...
Today it was a little overcast outside and Nadja had already been to four classes this morning and she was exhausted. It had already been a long week. That was her excuse for the way she looked today. What? She was wearing a little makeup, sort of smudged onto her eyes. All of the dreadlocks she normally braided into her hair were out, leaving her hair a big mess of thick blue and black, tugged back into a ponytail on the back of her head. Jeans and a t-shirt with a sweat-shirt zipped up over was all that made up her outfit. If you could call it that. Who did she really have to impress?
Stifling a yawn she turned the page in her muggles studies books. They were studying electricity extensively now and it was still a little confusing. It was okay, though, she had a good seat in the dining hall, next to one of the tall windows overlooking the grounds and a nice warm cup of cocoa. Perpetually hot. Beat that electricity.
She turned the page.
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 0:04:34 GMT -5
Lenz didn't wake up too early today. In fact, he woke up late and at the right time all at once. Sure, he missed his first class. But he didn't plan on going anyhow. He did that occasionally. He was smart, really. He didn't need to always go. He could make up the missed work easily.
Today wasn't a lazy day. Doesn't mean he got all dolled up. Dolled up wasn't exactly his area. His hair was styled as it usually was, flipped onto one side, asymetrical to the front. Leather jacked, dark jeans and shirt. He thought he looked fine. Up to the rest of the world though. Whatever.
Classes later and he was thirsty. Plus the homework he'd gotten from the class he missed. Grabbing a drink he made his way to sit down. Over by a window, at a mostly barren table.
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 0:15:05 GMT -5
Nadja, despite the way she normally looked, was actually a very good student. It was important to her that she did well in school and moved on to a good job at the ministry. It was the life her father had had and she was determined to make him proud.
Brushing a bit of loose blue, and sadly unwashed, hair out of her face, she reached out to grab her cocoa without looking up from her book. Thinking it was the only one at her table she didn't see the need to pay attention which resulted in her grabbing a very different drink instead. She lifted it to her unknowing lips to take a drink.
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 0:19:33 GMT -5
He was a bit busy pulling out his work to stop her. Atleast physically. When he glanced up to see her picking up his drink, his hands were already holding a book and a few supplies.
"That's mine."
His voice was a little raspy, but only just. Proof that he was probably a bad child who smoked too much. He didn't have an accent, though, as his surname might have suggested. His mother was from this country. He spoke the language.
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 0:36:17 GMT -5
She definitely would have noticed that it wasn't her drink when she took a sip, though luckily he stopped her before she did. That would have just made this day fantastic. Dirty hair and a very unsexy reaction to a strange taste.
No, instead she glanced up at the sound of a new, raspy voice, his drink still poised next to her lips. Her green eyes, surrounded in smudged black eyeliner locked on his face and for a very good reason. Hello cute guy with funky hair.
...
Meet greasy chick holding your drink.
She blinked again, unmoving, lips parted slightly as they had been waiting for the liquid to reach them. Finally she managed a very articulate response.
"..huh?"
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 0:42:59 GMT -5
"The drink. It's mine."
He motioned forward to it with a nod of his head. Did she not get it? Well, atleast she was cute. She was quite obviously having a lazy day. That intrigued him a little, he'd admit. If she looked nice on a lazy day, how would she look on a day when she tried.
"Yours is the other one."
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 0:50:14 GMT -5
It took her another moment or two to register what he was still talking about. And then it clicked. The drink. In her hand. He was talking about his drink.
..his drink?
She looked over at it in her hand.
"Oh!"
And then down at hers.
...
She set his drink down in front of him and picked hers up again, clearing her throat before picking up her cocoa in both hands, holding it in front of her as she looked over at him. Her eyes took him in carefully and not particularly trying to hide it. He really was cute, wasn't he? Nice to see someone a little interesting around here.
"Sorry."
She smirked a bit and looked down at her cocoa as she took a sip.
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 0:56:56 GMT -5
He watched as she figured it out.
Smirking a bit of his own. And picking up his drink after she set it back down.
It was cute, her blatant looking. And the smirk that went with it. He had to asmid. Very cute. Very.
"It's no problem."
He kept his smirk on, taking a very pointed drink of his.
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 1:08:59 GMT -5
She kept her eyes lowered, licking the foam off her upper lip as she set her drink back down in its place on the table. She was acting cool though she knew in her head that she was greasy and gross and would go die as soon as she got out of his sight. She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear again, hoping he wouldn't notice it had been a day or two since she washed it.
She fiddled with the page she was on, turning it even though she wasn't finished.
"So, I don't remember saying you could sit at my table." She kept her eyes locked on her book and the tiniest hint of a playful tone in her voice.
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 1:15:17 GMT -5
He may or may not have noticed the unwashed. Either way he didn't care right now. He was busy sipping at his drink. Watching her a bit, knowing she wasn't looking at him.
"Your table?"
He quirked an eyebrow, amused.
"And who says it's yours?"
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 1:20:35 GMT -5
She could hear the smirk in his voice and finally glanced up again. She leaned forward, her chin rested on her hand as she watched him for a moment. She threw on a serious look.
"I'm sittin' here, aren't I?"
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 1:23:12 GMT -5
"True."
He gave a bit of a sigh, collecting his things. And a shrug.
"I guess I should move then."
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 1:27:39 GMT -5
She leaned forward on the table, chuckling and watching him grabbing his things. She reached a hand out 'missing' her drink again and taking his in her hand. This time she shrugged, lifting in and taking a sip.
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Post by Lenz Dimitrov on Feb 28, 2009 1:39:41 GMT -5
Hopefully she liked very bitter coffee. He didn't really do the whole sugar thing. He watched, still amused. Wondering what her reaction would be. Of course, pausing in his action.
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Post by Nadja Sankt on Feb 28, 2009 1:47:03 GMT -5
Actually? No. Oh her dear sweet Merlin no.
She paused, mouth full of the worst coffee she was pretty sure she ever had taste. Nadja had never liked coffee. Aldrick made fun of her for it all the time. She didn't care. Breathing in through her nose she worked very hard not to make a face -and sort of half succeeding- while she forced herself to swallow the warm, bitter liquid.
Lips pursed at the taste, she set his cup back in front of him.
"Hm."
She nodded, lips still tight together trying to keep her cool.
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