Sacha wandered into the library, intent on getting some work done. It was an unusual state of mind for the boy, who usually preferred to procrastinate, but today he actually wanted to do his Herbology homework. Professor Burgess was, apparently, one of those teachers who liked to pile on the assignments, and Sacha had no wish to get behind in his favorite class: that would just be low, even for him.
He was looking for a seat when he spotted the girl. "Wow" was the first word that popped into his mind, followed by an immediate once-over. Yes, this girl was finally one he could say was truly "hot." And, best of all, he thought he recognized her from a few of his classes. He slipped behind one of the bookcases near to the table she was working at and peered at her, trying to see what she was doing. Ahhhh... Herbology homework! The very assignment he had come in to work on, no less!
Straightening his tie, then thinking better of it and tugging it down again so that he looked more "carelessly disheveled," Sacha sauntered, or tried to, out from around the bookshelf to stand beside the girl. "Hallo... ees thees seat taken?"
The library at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry held a special place in Raven Schwartz's black little heart (don't worry, deep deep down she's really all pink and rainbows); was it the fact that it was silent as a tomb (usually)? or the stacks upon stacks or frankly interesting books (far more interesting than many people, to be perfectly honest)? or was it the way the warm sunlight could still seep across the worn table surface without having to go outside? Raven little knew nor cared, because currently her head was buried in some truly mind-blurring Herbology homework. Emphasis on the blurring. She had just decided that she would give up her ambition of becoming an Auror/Keeper/Awesomeness and to just be a librarian, when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"Hallo... ees thees seat taken?"
Raven performed what many girls before her had done when suddenly confronted with a male intruder... She swiveled around slowly in her chair, maintaining a rather blank expression as she carefully looked the newcomer up and down. He looked... She was afraid to say how he looked. And his hair... Again, she shut these thoughts down. Making a quick decision, she replied coldly, "Yes." Then turned away. However, her conscience jabbed her hard in the shoulder, making her add, "...but they left..." She brusquely pulled out the worn wooden chair, pushed over some of her books, and returned at once to her work, expecting no other interruption. She absentmindedly tucked one strand of her black spiky hair behind one ear.
Don't look at him, don't speak. and NO don't think about him like that, so what if his hair is curly?
Unfortunately, she inadvertently murmured the last four words aloud, in conjunction with her total ignoring of her new companion, making her look totally mad. She realized her mistake at once, covering up her embarrassment with a glare at her pile of papers.
Which was the most adorable glare in the entire world.
Sacha smirked, triumphant. He'd been given permission to sit down, and even had his chair pulled out for him... good, good. The girl did seem a bit, well, brusque, but that was alright: she'd also given him a fairly obvious once-over, which meant there was the possibility she might've liked what she'd seen. If that was the case, her severity might have more to do with jitters than from a simple lack of tact. Hoping for the best, Sacha took his seat, setting his bookbag on the table before him.
The girl had turned back to her work, apparently giving him the cold shoulder, but then out of the blue she started talking.
"... his hair is curly?"
Sacha raised an eyebrow at this, trying not to smirk again and utterly failing. She was obviously talking about him. "What was zat?" he asked innocently, watching her now-frowning face to catch her reaction, "Ju wouldn't happen to mean me, would ju?" He smirked a little wider. "Do ju like eet? Eet just does zis on eets own, ju know. And your hair ees wery pretty, too..."
There, he'd complimented her. If that didn't catch her attention, he'd have to exert more effort into this than he was currently willing to do.
She could hardly believe her ears. Was he... flirting?? A slight shudder went through her, which she hoped wouldn't encourage him further and make him think she was "fluttery" or something like that... Pressing her lips together she raised her gaze to look out the high window opposite. Letting out a breath, she decided then and there that she must hate this curly-haired boy on principle; he was wayyy too confident in his own attractiveness. She would hate him... for now.
Turning back to him, she raised one eyebrow, fixing him with a pinning stare. "I'm not sure I should thank you, you know," she murmured, "since I can't tell if you're telling the truth or just trying to pick me up." She felt her cheeks get warm as she realized that he was unfortunately good-looking - probably a weapon he had used on other girls to get whatever he wanted. Those girls had been crazy to fall for his nice words. "I'm not crazy," she muttered, again speaking aloud her thoughts. Which, of course, only added to how crazy she looked.
Sacha's eyebrows climbed his forehead at the girl's words. Apparently, Ravenclaws, which was what her tie and badge told him she was, really were "that smart": she'd figured out his ploy. He shrugged, not completely caring. He couldn't win them all, after all....
Though I rather liked this one... in fact, I still do...
He banished these thoughts of actual human feeling as best he could before answering her. "Wery good, meess," he told her gravely, "Ju haf an excellent eye for human emotions. Eef ju want to call eet 'peeking up,'" he grimaced at how awkward his accent made these words sound, "zen yes, zat ees what I was trying to do. But now.... ju hav found me out."
He shrugged again, his expression actually softening for a second without his realizing it. "Well done," he told her simply, before holding out his hand to her. "Alexandr Pavlovich Petrov. But ju may call me Sacha, everyone does." He felt the irrational need to tell her that his nickname was universal, so that she would be sure to call him by it; it was the truth, though, so he had no idea why it seemed so important to include at the moment.
So he was actually being honest with her. Interesting.
"Raven Schwartz" she replied, stealing herself for the usual taunt about her name and her house... Like she hadn't hear THAT before... Unwillingly she raised her eyes to his, and attempted to form what she believed was a welcoming expression. The result, at least, seemed pleasant enough, she hoped. She had trouble letting in new people, especially boys, ESPECIALLY his sort of boy... But she did appreciate honestly whenever it presented itself, as long as it didn't talk too much. "You can... stay... if you want... Sacha," she managed, hoping he didn't think that she had completely warmed to his charms - she wasn't THAT sort of girl... Still, there was something about him, the way in which he seemed to realized he couldn't bull-shit her, that made her tolerate him.
Sacha grinned at the girl, Raven, pleased that she had finally treated him properly. "Wery nice of ju to tell me your name," he answered, "Ozerwise, I would haf needed to make one up for ju... But I steell may need to, your name, while wery pretty, has a-a 'we' in it, which I fine wery hard to say..." He actually felt himself flush a bit at having to admit this, and at the silly way it had sounded when he had tried to say the letter "v"; he hated to reveal weaknesses, even if in this case they were quite obvious ones.
"Perhaps I might call you Meess Schwartz? Zees ees much easier for me to say." He smirked at her when she said that he might stay. "And zhank you, I zhink I will." He pulled out his Herbology text and some parchment, intending to work on the same assignment Raven was currently working on. "Ju are wery lucky to haf me here, eef ju don't like Herbology," he added, still smirking, "Eet ees one of my faworite subjects..."
Raven suppressed a snort. "Um, you can call me that... I guess... and Herbology isn't that bad, it's just this assignment. Not so good..." She felt a tad bit of empathy for this boy, his crazy accent. Not the easiest thing to live with, she felt sure of it. Though why he had even bothered to start speaking with her at all was a bit beyond her. And now they were gonna study together... It was almost like he was going to be, from now on, whether she liked it or not... ... a friend...
Feeling slightly confused, she returned to her Herbology book, pointing with one slim finger at where she was in the reading. "Here," she murmured briefly, also shuffling her notes to show that she had been paying attention in class. Some people didn't, she knew, but in school focus is always key. She suddenly had an impulse to rashly go though her whole book bag, showing ALL of her notes, tests, self-made study guides... Wait, what the hell was wrong with her? She didn't even have some of those thing,s, school had barely gotten started... and boy it was getting hot in this room... Quickly she shook her head slightly, warding off this weird silliness that had infected her ever since Sacha had asked if he could join her.
Sacha nodded in response to Raven, though he was already somewhat ignoring her. The boy was a typical Slytherin: paying perfect attention to what affected him personally, but for the most part not noticing or caring about the rest. The fact that he noticed she was speaking at all was testament to the fact that he was actually, to his surprise, genuinely mildly interested in what she had to say.
Get a grip, Sacha! he ordered himself, She's just a girl!
With this resolution in mind, he leaned over to read where she had pointed. He had managed a few lines before he became aware of a delicate scent... could it be... peppermint? Yes, that was it... and it was definitely coming from Raven. He slowly raised his gray-green eyes to her, only barely keeping himself from smirking. "Ju smell... wery nice, like peppermeent," he managed, "Deed ju eat a Peppermeent Frog or somezhing?"
Oh damn... her lotion. She had applied it carefully and with great relish earlier in the morning - not as a perfume, but because she liked it. And now he was... sniffing her...
She raised her dark eyes to his, only barely managing to hide her disdain. "It is lotion. Though..." she forced herself to continue, "peppermint frogs are nice." She didn't want him to get the idea that he could just come up and sniff her whenever he wanted, so she added, "and I usually don't wear them. It! Lotion." She could feel a warmth creeping up her face and was sure she was blushing. Hopefully he wouldn't notice. In fact, perhaps he wouldn't even notice if she just got up and walked away... She could slink off into the shadows where there weren't any boys to deal with who sniffed poor unsuspecting girls.
Yes. Yes, she would try to sneak away.
As all of this culminated in her mind with a decision, she quite suddenly jerked her arm (the one holding her quill) and flecked her parchment with a fine mist of black, permanent ink.
Note: I'm not going to write out Sacha's accent as much as I've been doing... he asked me to tone it down in writing, though it is technically still just as strong. Just use your imagination...
Sacha was having a hard time staying focused. Peppermint was one of his favorite scents, and having a beautiful young woman sitting right beside him who smelled strongly of it was becoming increasingly hard to resist. He wanted to lean over and take a big whiff, right at her throat where he guessed the smell might be stronger. Well, it might not be, but a boy could dream. Maybe if he leaned over, he could wrap his arms around her, too, and just hold her and smell her.... the smell of peppermint all around him...
He yanked himself from his hormone-laden, teenage boy fantasies when Raven actually started to speak; she didn't sound too happy, not that she'd been particularly cheery before this. She seemed a bit flustered, though... perhaps she was picking up on the fact that Sacha was becoming increasingly wild in his peppermint-scented fantasies? He hastily slid his fingers under his collar, trying to loosen it: he felt a bit like he was stifling, and he knew for certain that he was sweating.
Damn hot-blooded, Russian male hormones...
Raven flicked her arm almost convulsively, though it seemed to be an involuntary movement, for it was with the hand that held her quill, sending ink flying all over her parchment. Sacha's brow furrowed, and he pulled his wand out of his robe pocket.
"Be careful, Miss Schwarz, ju'll ruin jour work..." he said, his tone surprisingly soft, for him: usually he sounded much more stuck-up. He waved his wand over the parchment, siphoning out the ink. "A useful spell, no?" he went on with a small smirk, acting more like his usual self, "And... and why are ju seeming so... so floo... flustered?" He stumbled badly on this word, his accent fighting him over the pronunciation. He felt himself blush, which surprised him a great deal.
"Sorry... eet ees hard to speak some words... But why were ju having a... a twitch, like zis? Are ju not wanting me here?" He tilted his head in a way that would've made most girls squeal over how it emphasized his boyish good looks, but it was an unconscious habit for him to try and appeal to girls, at this point.
She didn't want to take the bait. In fact, she made doubly-sure to avoid Sacha's gaze as he attempted to overcome her with an adorable head tilt. Shuffling through her now-clean papers, she found herself straightening them unnecessarily as she replied, "No... um, of course you can be here, it's just..." She forced her fingers to be still, resting them as gently as she could on the wooden table. She resisted the urge to clench her hands into fists. "... I don't usually study with anyone. That's all." She realized that this sounded like she meant the exact opposite of what she was saying, but she could see no way to make it different.
She turned toward him once more, absently tucking a loose tendril of hair behind an ear. "You can stay. Even though..." She stopped herself, realizing that it would be petty to add "you are a Slytherin" to that sentence. No, her main problem was that he was a boy. end of discussion.
"You can stay," she repeated, meeting his gaze, "but don't... don't sniff me. Please."
Ah... so that was it. She was used to being alone. Sacha nodded, suddenly understanding her a lot better: he'd been much the same way during his short attendance of Durmstrang, not wanting to talk to the others because of a mixture of fear and disdain. Perhaps Raven felt the same way about him?
Though she said I could stay...
This thought of his was cut off by what she said next, however: "You can stay, but don't... don't sniff me. Please."
Sacha smiled at her, though he did his best to keep it from a flirtatious expression: she was obviously picking up on the fact that he was interested, but she herself didn't feel the same way. Yet, he caught himself thinking, but he knew that this was just his ego talking. Right now, he needed to show her his rarely seen, actually nice side. He personally thought it was a bit of a weakness, this nice side, but if that was what she wanted, then that was what she would get.
"I am sorry for appearing as zhough zat was what I was doing," he answered, "I was not... sneefing ju." He nearly winced at how awkward that word sounded in his accent, but pressed on regardless. "I can smell jour lotion, zhough, and eet ees wery nice. But I will not bozher ju about zis. Ju... ju may remove eet, if ju like, if ju do not wish me to smell eet." He looked away from her, not wanting to appear as though he was lying, since he actually wasn't. His gaze fell onto the book before them, and he grabbed it and started to read a little too eagerly in his haste to find something to do with himself.
It was rather sweet, she had to admit, the way he just attacked that book. But as to his suggestion that he remove her lotion, Raven felt that he as trying a bit too hard to please her - now that he's got my attention.
"That's... not necessary," she murmured, interrupting what she guessed was a carefully crafted engrossment in the book. "I put it on, I'll... keep it on." There, that wasn't weird to say, right? Settling down in her seat, she returned to her parchment and the few hastily written sentences that refused to make sense.
She was a bit taken aback by the sudden change in her new companion from flirtatious banter to kinder - politer - conversation. This was a strange boy, to be sure, but he seemed to have a good part somewhere inside. Perhaps, and Raven believed that this was a dangerous thought, perhaps... he wouldn't be such a bad friend after all, forced or not.
Sacha nearly jumped from his seat and cheered. She'd smiled at him! Actually smiled! Clearly, he was making progress with getting her to loosen up. Plus, she'd said she wasn't going to remove the lotion, which meant he was allowed to continue smelling it... though from a distance, as specified by her. He looked up from the book and flashed her a smile back, allowing it to be slightly flirtatious again, before digging in his schoolbag and getting out his quill and some parchment of his own. It was time to work on this assignment.
The Russian boy scribbled furiously with his quill for several minutes without saying anything, glancing back and forth between the book he was still reading and his page. Occasionally, he sneaked a peek at Raven, as well, admiring her as unobtrusively as he could. She really was lovely, in his opinion, with her dark hair sticking out in all directions and her dark eyes that hid her emotions so well. If only she would pay more attention to him... if only he could get her to admire him, as well...
"Eef only I could ask her out wizhout getting turned down..." he muttered, not even noticing that he had said his very private thought out loud, albeit softly.
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