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« on: December 12, 2017, 05:31:36 PM »
Her visit at the Ministry made her more than just a little uncomfortable. The Moscow Metalmen manager and coach had her accompany them for the day, as they had to do some paperwork at the Department of Magical Games and Sports and apparently had promised to take Veronika with them, because several officials there had been asking to meet her for a good while now. Since their meeting coincided with her having a day off from practice, Vera naturally agreed to accompany them, with the hopes that her presence there would make the entire paperwork process that they had to accomplish quicker. Which did happen, however her manager and coach started talking with the official in charge about the latest games and, now that she had finished handing out autographs and taking pictures with some of the employees, her patience started to reach its ends.

The men’s conversation seemed to be getting more and more exciting (for them) as each minute passed by, therefore leaving the Quidditch player to boredom. Casually getting up from her chair, Veronika let the men know that she was going to get some coffee and perhaps visit her father for a bit, if he wasn’t out on the field. It was a good thing that she was an auror’s daughter, mainly because she had visited the Ministry several times now, so she knew her way around; particularly, she knew what routes to take in order not to attract too much attention.

Arranging her black silk robes as she reached the lobby, Veronika quickly scanned the place for the café corner. While it was in its usual place still, despite having been some serious redecorating done, for the better if anyone asked her, Vera wasn’t pleased by the fact that the lobby was so crowded. Weren’t people working at that hour of the day? It was beyond her to comprehend as of why it was so full. 

“Samuel Andersson!” She said in a loud voice, noticing within the mass of witches and wizards one of her former housemates. Truthfully, in that crowded place, it came to her as the biggest relief to see a familiar face. Well, he had matured and changed since she’d last seen him, a few years ago, but it was still him. Right now, Vera saw him as a saviour. A familiar person in an uncomfortable place always was, in the end. Approaching him, the Quidditch captain smiled towards her former classmate, extending her hand for a handshake. “It’s been so long!” She exclaimed, both her surprise and kindness being genuine.

“Do you work here?” Vera asked, realising that she might be bothering him at his workplace. While it would be good for her for him to stick around and talk to her until her manager and couch would finish their passionate talk, it might be inconvenient for Samuel, and Veronika definitely didn’t want to be a burden. She thought of taking two steps back, but saved the gesture for when they’d have had their handshake.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #1 on: December 27, 2017, 02:16:03 PM »
Apparently, a famous person was in their midst.

Naturally, Sam wasn't that bothered and as usual, he was behind schedule. It wasn't his fault. It was almost Christmas and who could concentrate when there was tinsel and cheap alcohol? He was sort of hoping their would be a Christmas party in the his office this year. Why? Because there was a woman he liked the look of and he was assuming she'd be kinder when she'd been drinking.

He was due to travel over to Spain at the weekend for a conference. He'd never been before and he assumed he was far too uptight for the Latin way of life. It seemed so strange to him that it might be warm there this time of year. From his small window, he could see that the lake was frozen solid. The bare branches of the trees were stooping with heavily laden snow. It was a barren wasteland outside. But he was Swedish. He lived half of the year in complete darkness so the Russian way of life hadn't been a massive change.

Word in the office was that a Quidditch player was in town. Samuel hadn't bothered to find out who it was. He didn't follow the sport and he hadn't seen a match since he'd heard that one of his ex-partners had signed for a team. Well, no, that was a lie. He and Veronika had never been together. He honestly thought they would be one day. She was everything he wanted when he was sixteen years old. She was tall and beautiful and she was cold and vicious and that, together, had made him fall head over heels in love with her.

Twenty minutes later, he'd realised that his coffee had gone stone cold. Samuel closed the office door behind him and followed the long corridors down into the lobby. It was almost lunchtime and he was pretty used to queuing. He was dressed smartly in a navy blue well-fitting suit, crisp white shirt and a dark blue tie. Robes weren't really his thing and providing he did his job well, no one seemed to care what he was wearing.

Samuel Andersson!

Swiftly, Sam dropped his cup of coffee in shock.

He wheeled around, his bright blue eyes large in surprise behind the lenses of his trendy glasses. Well, look at that; the Ghost of Christmas Past. Sam squinted as thought Veronika might actually be some sort of spectral vision. Of course she wasn't because she smelled the same. She looked the same, too. She had those cheekbones that could cut a man.

Did he work here? "Nah," he replied casually. "I just come here for the great coffee," he joked with a wide grin as he cleaned up the mess and crossed the café to wrap her up in a warm hug. He took a step back before he realised why she must be here. "So you're the Quidditch player that's been distracting my team?" He asked her with another smile. He wasn't mad at her for it. It wasn't her fault that she looked like she'd stepped out of a Botticelli painting, was it? As he'd always done, he gave Veronika a swift once-over with his eyes before he nodded. "Are you my early Christmas present?" He asked and he didn't bother to hide his wolfish grin.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #2 on: December 30, 2017, 12:38:34 PM »
Now that she was taking a better look at him, Veronika had to admit to herself, however displeasing it may be, that Samuel had cleaned up nicely. She had only seen him in their school uniform before, therefore the sight of him dressed smartly was truly a change. A change for the better, if anyone had asked her. Being so caught with checking out her former house mate’s attire, Veronika didn’t even notice how he had dropped the coffee at the sight of her, which was probably for the best, as she wouldn’t have known to react to that. While she was used to fans acting in such manners, Vera surely couldn’t handle people she had known previously, before becoming famous, acting in such ways.

She smirked at his sarcastic reply, barely abstaining herself from laughing. While Veronika didn’t particularly enjoy when people used sarcasm with her, the young witch could definitely appreciate a good joke. Especially when it was about the Ministry’s coffee, which was widely known for not being the best. The former Klyk Vampira recalled how her father had always prepared his own coffee at home, before leaving for work. It had been a scent to which she had woken up for years, and she could definitely appreciate anyone who had slight similarities with her father’s customs. Clearly, it meant they had good taste.

The hug had taken her by surprise, however, she reciprocated. Veronika had hugged numerous people today, a lot of her fans, so hugging a person she knew, regardless of their past, was definitely an upgrade. Plus, his perfume was nice. The hug ending quickly, much to her joy, Veronika straightened her back, as she started toying with her black pearls necklace. It made her nervous that perhaps someone had seen their hug and wanted to hug her too. She was absolutely done with hugging for the day, and should she be forced into another one, Vera was sure she’d end up at the emergency ward in the hospital, with an allergic reaction caused by too much undesired physical reaction.
 
“Oh, for the love of vampires.” She sighed, only now realising that her presence in the Ministry was probably known by everyone who was there. “I thought only the Magical Games and Sports Department knew that.” The idea that rumours travelled so quickly within the building slightly scared her, and Veronika desperately wanted to lay low until her manager and coach would pick her up, so they would leave the Ministry already. It somehow felt like they’ve been there for years now.

Samuel’s flirty remark both surprised Veronika and not. He had always flirted with her in the past, however, she had not expected for him to do the same now. It’s been some years since they had met, so she would have expected otherwise – who knew, maybe he was already married with three children of his own. Should a man who has not met her in years talk in such a manner? However, if she wanted to stick close to him and avoid avid fans, Vera realised that, for once, she had to play along. She drew closer, and lowered her gaze as she started arranging his tie. A move done just so she would be sure that her next line would be more impactful. “Actually, I was thinking the same. That you are my early Christmas present.”

Vera let her hands rest on his chest briefly, before retrieving, making two steps backward. If her plan worked well enough, now she would have company until it was time to go, and nobody else would bother her unnecessarily.  “Let’s… have some coffee? And catch up?” She inquired, testing the waters to see if her gesture had had any kind of impact on Samuel.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #3 on: March 02, 2018, 08:12:47 PM »
When the hug was reciprocated, he held it for a second or two longer than was considered polite. Sam's large hands were at Veronika's hips and they slid backwards to rest on her lower back, pressing gently and evidently in no rush to remove them.

Samuel grinned at her, his eyes bright behind the lenses of his trendy square framed glasses. He shrugged casually, as if it was none of his concern. "Sorry," he offered, though he didn't sound the slightest bit inclined. "News travels fast," he replied, still crowding her personal space with his broad shoulders. "Besides," he commented in a stage whisper. "The only Quidditch players we ever really see look like a Picasso painting," Sam smiled, his eyes trailing down her face unashamedly. "You're more of a Vermeer kinda girl."

He let Veronika kindly fix his attire for him as his left hand slid across the small of her back and partly up her spine. Unable to help himself, he let out a snort of laughter. "Well," he added with a casual shrug. "I am the gift that keeps on giving." As the tall woman moved back, he made no effort to catch her. He was still smiling, though he felt oddly bereft in her absence.

"Not here, though," Sam added quickly, his hand briefly on the small of her back again to guide her out of the canteen. People were starting to glance and he only assumed it was a matter of time before they recognised who she was. It wouldn't be difficult. As a teenager, he'd been obsessed with her; he wasn't ashamed of it. Veronika treated him with the disdain and casual coolness that just made him want to try harder. Much to his chagrin, nothing had really materialised. He assumed she'd be dating someone of a similar standing to her, a fellow player or perhaps even a politician. She'd look good in pearls. In fact, she already did.

There was an independent coffee shop around the corner and Sam quickly lead her there, opening up the door for her as a blast of warm air made him shiver. She'd said the words "catch up" so casually, it caught him off guard. He didn't really want to tell her that he was still single and that he found out that his ex-girlfriend was now an exotic dancer. Then again, he doubted Julia Konig was ever on Veronika's radar.

He let Veronika order before placing his own and taking a seat near the window, away from the front door. With care, he ripped open two sugar packets and deposited them into the swirling coffee. He looked up and smiled. "So," he began brightly. "What brings you home?" Home conjured up feelings of warmth and familiarity. Russia wasn't home for Sam but it was quickly becoming so. He didn't really have a base, so to speak. The Ministry sent him all over the place. It was phenomenally bad timing because he was going to Prague tomorrow. 

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #4 on: April 16, 2018, 06:15:43 PM »
Samuel had always had a way of complimenting her that was quite unique and sometimes rather confusing. Veronika had recalled it had been so ever since they were students, and while she had gotten used to it as a student herself, now, after years apart, it felt entirely like a new experience. She clutched her pearls with her right hand, gently twirling them around her fingers, as she could feel warmth in her cheeks. Hopefully, she had enough make-up on so her blushing wouldn’t be very noticeable. “Well, thank you.” The Russian replied, a shy smile making its appearance on her face.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to receiving compliments, especially on a day when she was openly out in public, however, when her looks were being praised, rather than her quidditch skills, Veronika Nikolayevna had always found herself at a loss for words. It’s been years and yet that didn’t settle yet with her. Truthfully, it felt surreal that she was even constantly receiving such compliments. In addition to it all, she could tell Samuel was also exaggerating a bit. But, while she thought that most quidditch players were quite attractive, it was most likely an unpopular opinion, for the majority of the public knew them dressed in their uniforms, plain and unarranged. It was probably why he had worded it that way.

Still, his words had managed to get her flushed, which she didn’t particularly enjoy. Veronika hadn’t recalled Samuel ever managing to get such a reaction from her. His game must’ve gotten better; either that, or his matured looks, combined with his professional attire were particularly distracting. His hands were removed from her waist as she backed away, and despite feeling uncomfortable before, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her back was a pleasant feeling.

As she had suggested them catching up, Samuel agreed, and Vera found herself suppressing a sigh of relief. Not being around people that could easily recognise her and ask for more autographs or pictures was a pleasing idea, so attractive to her that the fact that she allowed a man – let it even be a former school mate – to take the lead and guide her towards another coffee shop. Veronika had a reputation for liking to take the lead, and be the one to take control of things, and only when she had entered the shop and found herself in a safer environment, Vera mentally lectured herself to playing it so easy. She ordered a plain, black coffee, and took a seat at the table picked by Samuel. It was away from the front door, and rather secluded, which she was grateful for. However, she would definitely not tell him that.

She crossed her legs, the opening of her robe revealing her legs, and her black leather boots which were just above the knee. “Home?” Veronika inquired as a sarcastic smirk appeared on her face. She took a small sip out of the hot coffee, which felt particularly good. However, the quidditch player secretly wished she’d have brought her flask along, so she could also poor some vodka in it. But, alas, that didn’t happen. In the end, she couldn’t openly take alcohol with her to the Ministry, both the place where her coach and manager had business to attend to, in addition to it being her father’s workplace.

“Well, I live in Moscow now.” She assumed he wasn’t particularly aware of the fact that it’s been years now since she’d transferred and wasn’t playing for the Częstochowa Crossroads, nor did she live in Poland anymore. But it wasn’t something that Veronika would share; if he didn’t read the newspapers, it wasn’t her problem. “But my manager and coach had some business to tend to at the Ministry, and I had to join them as well.” The former Klyk Vampira took another sip of her coffee, leaning more comfortably in her chair.

“What about you? Russia, home? Why not the Swedish Ministry?” It really didn’t bother her that a Scandinavian was working at the Russian Ministry. On the contrary, it revealed their own Ministry’s superiority over other countries’ and Veronika was pleased that, once more, Russia was highlighted as being the best country there was. “Married a Russian?” She inquired yet again, gently toying with her pearls once more. In the end, she didn’t really want to be flirting, or be too familiar with, a married man. Hopefully, Samuel was neither – Veronika had to admit, he looked particularly dashing with that suit.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #5 on: April 29, 2018, 09:18:17 PM »
Of course she ordered a black coffee. Had he been an artistic man, it might have sounded poetic. Sam wasn't ashamed of his two sugars and his copious amounts of milk that he'd added to the thick black liquid as he stirred it quickly, lifting it to his lips and taking a cautious sip to test the temperature.

"Oh nice," Samuel replied conversationally with a smile. Moscow suited her, he thought. It was a logical move. "Ah," he added with a grin that he didn't bother to hide. "It sounds like you're enjoying yourself." Sarcasm was a subtle art and he played it like a pro. His smile grew as he gently poked fun at her. "Look at you," he cooed gently as he tilted his head to survey her, well aware of her robes parting but determined to be a gentleman. "So successful," he mused while he sipped his coffee. "I'm proud of you." There was no sarcasm or ill will; he was genuinely pleased for her.

Durmstrang had an odd sense of legacy about it. It was cold and dark and stern and he rather liked it. It had a tendency to be oppressive and there was a bit of a burden to excel. And Veronika had done just that. In a way, he sort of missed it. Sam wasn't really ready to be an adult. He didn't like going to work and paying bills and being a "responsible member of society" in the words of his mother.

"My sister was driving me mad," Sam answered seriously. She was. Kaisa or as he liked to call her, Kaiser, had been through a bad break up. She recycled men frequently but apparently, his one had been rather brutal. "She moved back home after a break up. She gets restless," he pulled a face. "So she was nitpicking and she was always there, being annoying," Sam complained. "So I asked for a transfer." That was partly the truth. "But the pay is better," he eventually confided in Veronika with a smile. "And there's the option to travel." And to be rejected on seven continents. Fantastic.

Sam did miss Stockholm and he'd be the first to admit. Moscow was shrouded in mystery. It was beautiful, full of striking architecture and even more striking women. He offered a shrug as he blew on his coffee. "I don't know," he found himself being honest with Veronika. "It's not really home just yet." They were still so young, settling anywhere sounded counterproductive. "But I'm hoping it will be. No one warned me about the winters," he said with a visible wince.

"Married?" Samuel spluttered, his Nordic blue eyes wide before he dissolved into a fit of the giggles. "Veronika, have you met me?" He asked, his eyes crinkling in mirth. The only woman he'd ever really consider marrying was Leonie but she was in London with her wet blanket of a boyfriend. "I wish," he said with a forlorn sigh. "The sex'd be good," he mused candidly as he added another packet of sugar to his already too-sweet coffee.

He assumed he didn't need to tell Veronika that the only luck he had with women was bad luck. His relationship timeline was a bit of a train wreck. His first love turned out to be a stripper with serious commitment issues, his next was an ice Elemental with a distinct lack of interest in him and then there was Veronika. Samuel took the time to look at her, properly this time. Gone was the shapeless school robes and in their place was a tall, strong, confident and uniquely beautiful woman.

"Yourself?" He asked casually. Since bumping into her today, he hadn't thought of her often but now she was here, he wanted to know if she had a boyfriend and if she did, how he could dispose of said man. "It's just that you seem a little tightly corked," Sam continued. "And if you have some free time, consider me to be your personal corkscrew." He smiled at her.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #6 on: June 19, 2018, 01:00:17 PM »
Veronika took notice of the generous amount of milk and sugar that Samuel poured in his coffee and couldn’t help herself from feeling especially jealous. She enjoyed sugar and sweets in general, however ever since becoming a professional quidditch player, the Russian had to respect a very strict diet, which was both imposed and desired should she want to succeed in her profession. She averted her gaze from her former house mate’s own cup of coffee, glancing outside the café’s window as she took a sip from her own black coffee. Now she especially regretted not bringing her flask; alcohol was something she could indulge herself with once in a while, unlike sugar, or milk. She was so displeased by the situation that she didn’t even mind the coffee slightly burning her throat.

His following remark made her arch her perfectly manicured eyebrow; she was enjoying herself? Samuel just had to be joking. It puzzled her to notice through his words how little he knew of quidditch; she wasn’t just successful, she was one of the most successful quidditch players at the moment. She was not only the captain of her own team, but also part of the Russian national, which advanced to the World Cup, obviously more thanks to her rather than to her team mates. Veronika sketched a polite smile, rather forced, but that wasn’t noticeable; she’s managed over the years to perfect her art of deceit and the current situation was no exception.

“Thank you.” She commented nonchalantly, taking the compliment as granted. Of course he was proud of her, anyone would be. Anyone who was a proud Durmstrang graduate, naturally. She highly doubted others would be proud, but more jealous of her. She didn’t mind though; jealousy meant that people acknowledged her success and importance in the wizarding world. 

Veronika let out a deep sigh as Samuel mentioned his sister; even if her own siblings didn’t have issues of romantic nature yet, the Russian could relate to the pain of having annoying-beyond-comprehension relatives. Anyone and everyone who wasn’t her older brother aggravated her, so she could only imagine if a sibling she didn’t like would become even more irritating by whining regarding their romantic life. Suddenly, she found herself wishing that Yevgeniy especially would never have a girlfriend. “Siblings are one work of art.” Veronika added especially cynically, revealing that she completely understood what Samuel meant. “I think that if my own siblings had such an issue, I would leave the country as well.” She commented in all seriousness, meaning each and every word.

“Then moving to Russia was a good option.” The quidditch player nodded in approval, upon hearing that the pay at her own country’s Ministry was better than Sweden’s. Being an especially materialistic person, Veronika obviously approved of Samuel’s logic; in the end, she only moved back to Russia because the Moscow Metalmen offered her almost a double monthly pay-check than the Częstochowa Crossroads. Her love for Russia was limitless, naturally, however if she was going to have an even better material situation somewhere else, it wouldn’t be beyond Veronika to move yet again. “Travelling? That sounds wonderful. Especially since you’d be in a diplomatic position. My father always enjoys that.” She added, recalling how her father had always been keen on Ministry delegations. In the end, one got the best of the best when travelling in a position of diplomacy.

“Eh, winters here aren’t so bad. It’s a maximum of five or six degrees difference compared to Sweden.” She shrugged, not really understanding his comment regarding the difference in weather. Russia was a bit colder, but the difference was so minuscule in her opinion, that the only conclusion she could reach was that Samuel was perhaps too sensitive, especially for a man. She didn’t dislike that; the delicate ones were always the best to dominate.

Veronika smirked as he answered her question, taking another sip of her coffee. So he wasn’t married; by the looks of it, he was even single. Or, at the very least, available. Before she could even say anything else, Veronika remarked how Samuel added yet another packet of sugar to his coffee, and felt like a little bit of her soul died along with the ripped packet. She really missed the sweet taste of sugar.

“Nothing serious.” The former Klyk Vampira answered Samuel’s question, while elegantly flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I haven’t yet met someone to meet all my standards, I guess.” Veronika smirked, arching an eyebrow as she took a more generous gulp from her coffee. Slowly swallowing, Vera let out a soft giggle upon hearing Samuel’s following remark. “Oh, really now?” She inquired, arching her eyebrow, her demeanour being more playfully teasing than before. “You seem quite confident that you’ll be able to properly please me. Aren’t you a tad too confident of your skills, Samuel?” Vera added, while gently shifting in her seat and switching her position, crossing her legs once more.

“I’ve ruined a man or two, you know.” Veronika added, letting out yet another giggle, later on taking another sip from her cup.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #7 on: July 13, 2018, 01:39:36 PM »
Siblings were a work of art, she said and Sam found himself nodding along. "The Scream" by Edvard Munch," he replied, his light eyes wide. He wasn't an only child but he sometimes felt like it. His sister was a golden haired queen who handled her friends and relations like Napoleon handled his troops. His brother, a soft-hearted little thing who had trouble coping in a crowd. Then there was Sam, a mixture of both, standing directly in the middle and hating it. "Good choice," he said as Veronika mentioned she'd do the same thing. At least now he didn't feel so dramatic.

"Everyone keeps telling me that," he told the tall girl with a broad smile. "You're a very patriotic bunch." His tone was light and not at all belittling. He liked it. As a nation, they all seemed bound by duty to their motherland. It had taken a bit of getting used to being ignored on the street. In his town, everyone was a lot friendlier. He had the sudden urge to take her back to Stockholm and show her a different life for a little while.

"I hope so," Sam said casually as he sipped his cream-laden coffee. "So far I haven't seen much except the inside of a number of different Ministries." Again, his tone was gentle. He was young and he was good at his job. He didn't have roots or a family to raise, so he was able to hop around the world with ease. Samuel wasn't really settled in his job just yet and it didn't have anything to do with his home life. He was charismatic and charming and eloquent but he was also scatty and he got bored easily. Those two things didn't really mesh well in a Ministry setting.

With a smile, he tilted his head curiously. "I didn't know you were a weather expert," he joked with Veronika lightly. Then again, the subject of weather was a common one to chat about. He'd meant that it was a different type of cold here in Russia. Back home, it was a dry cold. It was powdery snow and clean air, bells tinkling on the wind and people dressed in jumpers, cycling on their bikes. Here, however, it was bitter. It was like the country was trying break his spirit. It was biting and he could feel it in his bones. It was heavy and damp and everyone looked pale but of course, he wasn't about to tell that to the Quidditch player. She'd be able to snap him between her thighs like a dry twig.

Nothing serious, she'd said. That made him smile and he didn't bother to hide it behind the rim of his coffee cup. "Heartbreaker," he teased her gently. It might not be serious for her but he was willing to bet his left testicle that it was absolutely serious for the other person involved. He chuckled, low and deep as he shook his head. Oh how he missed her. No one else in his life treated him with such casual disdain. He remembered now why he'd been so enamoured with Veronika in school; she was untouchable.

"No," Sam said honestly. He wasn't overconfident at all. "And if I was, I'm sure you'd have no problem popping my ego." Samuel had good chat, that much was sure. He'd have no idea how to approach things with Veronika. While he doubted she'd ever lied to him, he had a sneaking suspicion that she hadn't been entirely truthful, either. She obviously didn't see him as a prospect or as a sexually viable option. While it slighted him, he didn't think he was going to give up. Not now that he knew what team she played for, he could send her fan mail.

"Oh, I completely believe you," Samuel said as he leaned back in his chair as he took his cup with him, wrapping his slim fingers around the warm porcelain. "Not to get poetic but I think dying by your hand would be a lovely way to go." He stared at her for perhaps a second too long before he smiled again in hopes of making the comment a little less foreboding. "My mother says I'm spoilt rotten anyway," he tacked on. "She'd think I could do with being taught a lesson. So come on, madame," he said quietly above the noise of the cafe, his Nordic eyes looking overly bright as a smile curved his lips once more. "Teach me."

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #8 on: September 08, 2018, 01:50:08 PM »
“Enough to make good connections then.” Veronika arched an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee. Of course that at work, and especially as someone who was just starting, Samuel would only see the inside of several Ministries. But he was lucky enough to travel to different Ministries, in different countries, and expand his web of connections. The Petrovs have done that throughout history, and now had an influential and very respectable status. There was nothing wrong with him just visiting the insides of offices, should Samuel be smart enough to put those visits to good use.

Veronika smirked as she placed her cup on the table. “Heartbreaker?” She repeated Samuel’s remark, a bit surprised by it. “That’s assuming I enjoy the presence of men who actually have hearts.” Her eyebrow arched as she retrieved her hand from the cup and ran it through her hair. “Hearts are useless.” And feelings were even more so. Veronika did have her own share of actual serious past relationships, but personal experience taught her it was for the best to never get attached. That, and the Russian had indeed still to meet the one person who would truly torment her in ways she wouldn’t particularly mind.

The years have been generous to her former house mate, and Samuel did look appealing now. But something told her it was more of a physical attraction; he didn’t pose a challenge. He was weak, and while she did enjoy it, as his words were quite charismatic, Veronika wasn’t sure he would match her in other ways. Nonetheless, Samuel had proven interesting enough for her to decide not to put a label on anything. If he was so eager to put his heart on his sleeve and be ruined by her, who was she to decline. But she wouldn’t please him, or at least not yet.

“Effortlessly.” She blinked at his comment, convinced that if she really wanted, Veronika could break him. In the end, he’d followed her around all over Durmstrang, and now it seemed like nothing has changed, his looks aside. “Hm.” Vera let out a soft laugh. Dying by her hand, a lovely way to go? “Not to be poetic, but I am a quidditch player, not a killer.” She commented, nonchalantly, as her gaze momentarily wandered towards the window, where her manager had knocked once. The meeting was over, and now they could go.

“I’m not here to teach anyone anything, Samuel.” Veronika uncrossed her legs, and gently started arranging her black robes. “If you haven’t learned anything by this age though, it is kind of disappointing.” She sighed, and got up, toying with her pearls as she narrowed her eyes. “I’m sure though once you’ve learned a thing or two on your own, you could provide some kind of semi-decent entertainment.” Veronika smirked, and made her way around the chair. “Let me know when that happens, I might even make time for you, see if you’re worth it.” She let out a soft laugh, and took once more glance at him, before turning around on her heel.

“Good luck at work, Samuel.” She added one last time, before making her way out of the café, and joining her manager once more.

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Re: [russian ministry] destination unknown {samuel}
« Reply #9 on: September 20, 2018, 05:48:55 PM »
Samuel smiled politely. Veronika was very driven, he was not. He was sure she knew that already, so he assumed she was having a laugh at his expense. He'd fallen into this job, helped by his father. He'd done well at Durmstang and had a lovely time. He was popular and charming but those things, post graduation, counted for little. He didn't work hard. He could but he preferred a lie in.

"That's fantastically cynical of you," he told her, his Nordic blue eyes shining bright like a cat's as he rested his chin in an upturned palm. He was interested. For someone so young and bright, to hear Veronika so dismissive of love kind of made him like her more. Maybe they could hang out and talk shit about couples, maybe take a wager on how long marriages would last, if someone was a cheater, that sort of thing. "But that’s the fun," he insisted quietly. "You make them fall like dominoes. All you need to do is push."

He simply smiled, ignoring her manager and his insistence that they leave. Accordingly, Samuel stood up the same time she did. "Semi-decent entertainment," he parroted with a grin. "When will you be releasing the lions?" He joked gently, likening Veronika to an emperor of ancient Rome. A zing! of something shot up his spine; she hadn't outright rejected him. It was clear that she probably wasn't going to turn up but anyway, he was filled with hope.

As she turned to leave, Samuel offered her a mock sailor salute as he watched her walk away. The crowd in the café parted like the Red Sea as she sauntered off, catching people's glances as she went. "Good luck not falling for me!" He called after her, unsurprised if she hadn't heard.

"I don't think that's happening somehow," a voice came from his left elbow. Sam turned around and looked at an elderly man in glasses, holding a newspaper and smiling, evidently having eavesdropped. Sam scowled. "Yes, well, we'll see about that," he snapped, leaving his cup on the table as he gathered his belongings and stalked out of the shop and back to his desk with no intention of working and having every intention of blowing Veronika Petrova's mind.

i could tell you about politics, i could teach you how to make a fix
i could tell you that i hate you, baby, i could chat up your mother too.

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