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  • Offline Aphrodisia Xydakis
  • [trg] evil and the mask {zviad}
    « on: February 25, 2018, 02:06:27 PM »
    It was quite the cold weekend. Aphrodisia hadn’t necessarily wanted to go out that day, having preferred to simply stay in her dormitory and catch up with some reading while enjoying the comfort and warmth of her bed, however, around noon she realised that the idea of going to get some mulled wine to drink was the perfect activity for such a cool winter day. Still, as soon as the fifth year stepped out of Durmstrang, she immediately questioned the unfortunate decision of leaving her warm bed. Nonetheless, Aphrodisia would not give up on her mission, for now even more than before she wanted to have some mulled wine. 

    As she made her way to Belushya Guba, the Klyk Vampira was certainly grateful for the fact that she had chosen to wear one of her warmest coats as the wind was quite ruthless that day, along with some over the knee boots, which definitely helped her as she made her way through the fresh layer of snow. Despite the windy conditions, it had stopped snowing earlier that morning, which made the girl’s journey to the nearby wizarding village much easier than she would have expected.

    Finally reaching Belushya Guba, Aphra rolled her eyes as she passed by a group of younger students, who were commenting the Order of the Dragon. She decided however not to focus on their childish behaviour, and simply enjoy her trip. The girl stopped in front of Sundberg Sweets for a few moments, the scent of chocolate being so strong that even Aphrodisia herself couldn’t ignore it, despite the fact that due to her ballet lessons she had always avoided sweets. It felt so nice, so sweet, so delicious, just the scent. She wrapped her hands around her narrow waist, deciding that mulled wine was enough of a sweet treat this time. Next time. The girl said to herself, before taking one last peek at a chocolate cake in the display, and then turning around on her heel, to continue her journey to The Rusty Goblet.

    Before she could take another step though, Aphrodisia noticed on the opposite side of the street a rather familiar figure. It was nobody else than @Zviad Gogoladze , an upperclassman which Aphra didn’t particularly dislike. Naturally, she had been very sceptical of all Koldovstoretz students last year, nonetheless, Zviad himself hadn’t been that bad of a person. She had once caught him secretly reading an arts book in the library, moment in which the Greek decided that for a halfblood, the slightly older boy was quite decent compared to others of his status. Naturally, she never really voiced her dislike for halfbloods or mudbloods, and Aphra had avoided mentioning such subjects in their talks as much as possible, so at least on the surface, Zviad was one of the upperclassmen that Aphrodisia was relatively closer to. They were, at least, close enough for Aphra to want to catch up with him after winter break and drag him along with her for a drink.

    She crossed the street, and carefully made her way towards him, trying as much as she could to maintain her stability over the slightly frozen layer of snow. Perhaps wearing high heels hadn’t been the best decision, but at least she looked as elegant as always. “Zviad!” The girl cooed, afterwards wrapping her arm around his, in a slight gesture of familiarity. “Join me for a drink?” While intended as a question, Aphrodisia ended being a bit more demanding that she had first planned. However, it wasn’t as if she was the type of girl who’d take ‘no’ for an answer, so Zviad himself should have been expecting that, at least to some extent. She didn’t ponder on it, gently pulling the older Klyk Vampira in the opposite direction, to the path that lead to The Rusty Goblet.

    She looked up, feeling as always a bit bewitched by his height. “So, how was the first week back at Durmstrang? Hopefully not as boring as mine.” Aphrodisia inquired, mostly out of courtesy than anything, because she would know that later on, Zviad would also ask her about her week and vacation, which was obviously the best topic for it included her fabulous self.

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  • Offline Zviad Gogoladze
  • Re: [trg] evil and the mask {zviad}
    « Reply #1 on: March 13, 2018, 11:19:49 AM »
    Zviad had seen no need in going home for the winter break. The almost empty school had been perfect for him. He had spent hours at a time in the library, openly reading books about human transfiguration, preparing himself for the special moment of his life that was soon to come. He had felt so at peace with himself that he had worn almost a constant smile on his face. He was getting there, he was not a loser who couldn't do anything. He was going to be an animagus. He just a little step away from his first full transformation. He was excited about this, could barely sleep anymore because he wondered what shape he'd take on.

    When the school started again, Zviad tried to focus on his classes but truth be told he did not care about anything but finally becoming an animagus. He felt like bursting from the suspense, especially considering that he was keeping his ambition secret. When the weekend came and he felt restless, excited, almost anxious again, the boy decided that the best way to calm himself was to get out and do something else.

    Belushya Guba was always a good place to seek distraction. Besides, the Georgian was in need of money. There was no better place to pickpocket some galleons than in the small wizarding town. While he had been judged a lot when he had come to Durmstrang for being a former Koldovstoretz student, for being of less than pure blood, for being poor… basically for everything he was, Zviad didn't feel bad about this anymore now that he was working on his very own project. If he managed to turn himself into an animagus he was more accomplished than most of the other students at this elite school.

    While not exactly used to the cold per se, Zviad didn't mind the winter. He could deal with it alright although he undeniably preferred the summer. However, he had learned how to repair his boots so his feet stayed warm and dry and that already was a relief. He pulled his hat down to his eyebrows as he walked through Belushya Guba, looking out for an unsuspecting victim. He saw an old witch pull out her purse to get some roasted almonds and sneaked up behind her, observing closely where she put the purse after paying. He pretended to stumble and collided with her. Apologising several times and asking the woman if she was really okay, he did not hurry to leave her. It only attracted unwanted attention if he ran away. The woman reassured him that she was alright and moments later Zviad found a deserted spot where he could check his goods. The purse was made of tapestry of roses. It probably meant something to the woman. While Zviad never really had qualms when he was stealing he understood that some old things had a very special emotional value to their owner and sometimes he felt guilty not for taking the galleons but for taking personal things.

    He was just wondering if he could take the galleons but get the purse back to its rightful owner when he heard a girl call his name. Quickly he put the purse into the pocket of his coat and turned to face the fellow student. Aphrodisia was not anyone he'd call a friend but then again Zviad did not really call many people friends anyway. She was nice enough though. They got along as far as he was concerned and she was pretty to look at for sure. Yet, it surprised him when she spoke of having drinks together.

    He did not hug her bag, just allowing her to greet him and offering a friendly smile. “Aphrodisia, how nice to see you,“ he said, not sure if his voice really underlined the words he said or if it revealed his confusion. „Sure,“ he added quickly, „let's have a drink...“ She already pulled him towards the Rusty Goblet which amused the former Koldovstoretz student. The girl did not take no for an answer. Durmstrang girls seemed a lot more confident to him than Koldovstoretz girls but then again he had been younger when he had attended Koldovstoretz and age might play into this as well.

    „In fact I've been at Durmstrang over the winter break,“ the boy admitted. „Haven't been home. The first week has been okay...“ his voice trailed off. He was not going to reveal any details neither of his first week back at school nor of the winter break. „Did you have nice holdiays? Done anything special?“ Hopefully Aphrodisia  was like most girls who just needed a question or two to start talking about themselves.

  • Offline Aphrodisia Xydakis
  • Re: [trg] evil and the mask {zviad}
    « Reply #2 on: April 19, 2018, 04:09:37 PM »
    The tone of his voice was a bit startled. Or, at least, that was the impression it has given her. However, Aphrodisia did not suspect anything, nor did she find it unusual. In the end, it was perfectly normal to feel surprised or a bit confused when someone as perfect and amazing as herself would approach a clearly inferior person. Not that Zviad in particular was inferior to her – everyone was. Nobody could even dare to compare themselves with her perfection; truly, they could only dream of achieving it.

    Aphrodisia smiled, sweetly and innocently, as she made sure that the older Klyk Vampira was carefully walking besides her and not avoiding to accompany her for a drink. While he agreed to get drinks together, he had seemed somewhat reluctant. Yet again, she couldn’t blame him for perhaps feeling a bit overwhelmed to be in her presence, however, the girl didn’t particularly want to have mulled wine alone that afternoon. Zviad wasn’t chiefly bad company either; so it was a good deal. He would be graced with her fabulous presence, while she would have a drinking buddy for the day.

    “Oh, really now…” Her honeyed voice trailed off, a bit surprised by the fact that he’d spent his winter break at school. While she didn’t know many personal things regarding Zviad, aside from his secret of loving the arts, the girl wasn’t curious enough to ask him about the matter. If he’d preferred to stay at school rather than go back home, then the upperclassman must’ve had his reasons. She needn’t know them, nor was she interested. However, Aphrodisia didn’t lack manners, so the Greek did ponder on the fact that he’s spent his holidays at Durmstrang. “It must’ve been quite lonely at school.” She commented, rather nonchalantly. “However, I cannot tell if that was good or bad. I mean, being alone at school must have its charm in its own way.”

    By the time he’s asked what she had done during the holidays, they had reached the pub. After making their way in, Aphrodisia pointed towards an empty table, where they could take a seat. Thankfully enough, while busy, there were still a few empty tables. Perhaps the smell of sweets had tempted others to avoid the pub for the day. She wasn’t complaining; Aphrodisia enjoyed it not being particularly crowded. The girl took off her coat, and arranged her dress as she took a seat at the table.

    “And yes, my holidays were nice.” The girl went back to their previous conversation, as she made herself more comfortable on her chair, her back straightening as she crossed her legs under the table. “Nothing special though.” She placed her hands on her lap, fingers gently toying with her the edge of her skirt. It wasn’t as if Aphrodisia would openly tell anyone that her grandfather had told her that the Order of the Dragon would make their presence at Durmstrang. And furthermore, she wasn’t really the one to talk about herself that much.

    Gossip however, was an entire different thing. “My first week here was interesting enough, though. I finally had the pleasure of getting to know that Russian girl who’s repeating an year. She should be in your year now, so I believe you’d know her.” Aphrodisia sighed, only recalling the incident bringing her a headache. “It must be hard, attending classes with her all the time.” She paused, as a waiter came by to take their order.

    “Just some mulled wine and croissants.” Aphrodisia still earned for something sweet and, despite her previous decision, she figured one croissant couldn’t do her much damage. In the end, sweets were good particularly during cold weather, and today was the perfect day to have some. “Would you like something else, or more?” She turned her gaze towards Zviad, eyes curiously analysing his figure. “It’s on me today, since I invited you.” She mentioned casually, a sweet smile appearing once more on her face. “So don’t hold back at all.” Aphra added teasingly, letting out a soft laughter.

    Truthfully, she did mean it as innocently as she’d let it out. She was fair enough to pay for someone she’s invited and not cause them discomfort. In the end, Aphrodisia enjoyed being liked, and the last thing she wanted was something as trivial as galleons to get in the way of her perfect reputation. Plus, she was known for being quite generous, so surely Zviad wouldn’t mind her casual mention. Or so she hoped, at least.

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