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мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« on: September 06, 2020, 01:50:14 PM »
Zhenya dreaded Alchemy. Whenever it was on her timetable for the day the girl felt nervous, even anxious. She just didn't get the class. No matter how hard she tried, each and every lesson seemed to just underline that she was hopeless. It didn't matter if it was a theoretical or practical lesson either. Whenever the girl sat in the Alchemy classroom she felt like she was entirely brainless. She could not remember ever having given a correct answer to Galina Viktorovna's questions and it was a success when she did not blow up her potion but she had never managed to brew anything of decent quality.

Today's lesson was no exception. In fact, it was one of the worse lessons. Galina Viktorovna had told them what to do, had even written an explanation, a recipe, on the blackboard but somehow Zhenya had put the doxy eggs in before Valerian root and that had resulted in her potion to explode and so she had spent the last minutes of the lesson, looking at the mess, knowing that she could not hand in a sample of her potion.

The only thing that kept her from welling up right here and right now was the fact that she'd soon take her broom out for a training session. Only a few more minutes left and she'd leave the classroom behind and get to do something she was better at.

As the lesson ended she jumped to her feet, eager to get out of the Alchemy room when Galina Viktorovna asked her to stay. The girl stared at the professor in disbelief. She could not do that. She just couldn't! Flying was the only thing that mattered to her and now she had to do what? Clean up the mess? And as if that wasn't already bad enough she was going to do this without magic? That would clearly take way more time than she could possibly spare. Galina Viktorovna asked for her wand and provided some cleaning tools in exchange. To make things even worse, Conrad, whom she had avoided for the past three weeks, was joining her, because he, too, hadn't followed the instructions and blown up his potion.

She just tried to reason with Galina Viktorovna when the other witch already made her way towards the door, telling them to come to her office to get their wands back when everything was clean again. She was almost out in the corridor when she turned around to point at the ceiling, reminding them that they'd need to clean that as well.

“Great,” Zhenya muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she watched the door falling shut behind their professor. Now she was stuck with a task she didn't want to do, losing time she couldn't spare and had to deal with Conrad on top of it. Truth be told, Zhenya had missed her friend's company after having avoided him for a while but she didn't want to admit that to herself. Conrad hadn't tried to understand her, hadn't been comforting when she had needed him, she clearly allowed to be mad at him… However, she feared that he had every right to be mad at her as well.

“I guess there's no way around this,” the girl said bitterly, offering Conrad a sad smile. “It's silly that we have to do this when the house elves would probably even enjoy tidying up… We'll better get started right away, though. Then we can at least get out of here quickly.”

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Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #1 on: September 09, 2020, 08:53:53 AM »
This hadn’t even been a proper explosion -- it’d just bubbled over and then congealed onto everything it’d touched -- but Conrad knew he was about to spend his free period mopping up half-dried turquoise foam, so he spent the last twenty minutes of class with his head down on the desk, feeling sorry for himself. He didn’t remember the last Alchemic mistake he hadn’t been made to clean up himself. He rather appreciated that Galina Viktorovna liked her punishments to fit their crimes -- his father treated every problem in the same harsh manner, and some of the other professors were rather similar -- but he was getting well sick of clearing up his own messes. What else were house-elves for?

There was a rustling around him of his classmates packing up their things; he raised his head and found the professor in front of his desk; he handed over his wand and accepted his cleaning supplies, too sour to offer any thanks. She’d kindly included a scraping knife he could use to cut his finger off by accident and a rag to mop up the blood; he sat up properly and gave the foam a prod with his finger; it was still disgusting to touch. He watched Galina Viktorovna warily as she crossed the room toward Zhenya, his face starting to burn with frustration -- not only was he trapped here without a wand like a child, but he was trapped here without a wand like a child with Zhenya.

He said, in a temper, just as the door was starting to shut, “The ceiling?!” but it went ignored; he wrenched himself to his feet and made his way over to Zhenya, who was grousing that house elves would probably enjoy this.

“I was just thinking that,” he said, “They’d do it faster, too.”

It did them no good to complain, though; Conrad had never let that stop him before, but he was angry with Zhenya. Or Zhenya was angry at him, he wasn’t entirely sure. He hadn’t gotten over her yelling at him and, clearly, she hadn’t gotten over whatever it was he’d said to her that’d made her angry: she hadn’t spoken to him in weeks and he was almost positive that he wasn’t just imagining it.

She said that they had better get started quickly; he nodded curtly, whipped his rag in a lazy little circuit midair. “You’ve got to clean the ceiling,” he said. She could balance on a broomstick on one leg; Conrad needed to hold his hands out to his sides to descend a staircase at a rate any faster than an amble. Between the two of them, she was the most capable of standing on a desk to clean.


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Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #2 on: September 12, 2020, 06:14:57 PM »
“Do you think there's a possibility to summon the house elves so they do the job?” Zhenya wondered, frowning slightly. “It's almost like Galina Viktorovna is punishing them as well...” Well, she knew that was probably not the case but still. Why should they clean if the house elves even enjoyed doing it?

Although she tried to act as though nothing had happened, Zhenya felt tense. Conrad was one of her best friends, it had been a struggle to avoid him for this long even if she had really been disappointed with how he had handled their last conversation. She had clearly missed the evenings in his company. Admittedly the girl had been busy with training, with homework and had written several letters to her distant cousin, trying to find out more about the poisoning and how both Aglaya and Nastya were doing. It was not like the junior artistic flyer had been sitting somewhere all alone, waiting for company.

Being stuck in the Alchemy classroom with Conrad for as long as it took to clean their mess was not exactly a prospect that Zhenya enjoyed anyway – particularly not because it cut off some of her training time.

Conrad stated that she had to clean the ceiling and Zhenya narrowed her eyes, thinking that he was in no position to give commands. However, she figured that it was stupid to discuss it as it would just cost them more valuable time. “Right,” she, therefore, said, sounding only slightly annoyed.

She quickly mounted a desk and looked at the ceiling. “Well, if I stand on tiptoe I might reach the ceiling,” she muttered, bowed down to grab a rag from the desk and began to wipe the ceiling over where her own cauldron had been. “Not sure that went off well” she said, tilting her head to the side. “It's still visible, is it not?”

She jumped down from the desk and looked around. While clearly her place was the dirtiest one, the entire classroom did not look particularly clean after this lesson. From previous experience with Galina Viktorovna Zhenya could tell that she'd expect nothing less than a sparkly clean room. 'Goodbye training,' the junior artistic flyer thought, her face clearly reflecting how displeased she was. “Great,” she mumbled more to herself than to Conrad, “now I won't just be behind on school work but also on training. This sucks.” She knelt down to clean the floor around her desk so she wouldn't have to look at Conrad when her eyes filled with tears of sheer frustration.

Offline Conrad Sturm

Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #3 on: September 30, 2020, 07:36:48 AM »
Conrad had never considered summoning a house elf to clean for him; he mulled the idea over, chewing with great concentration on his lower lip, before saying, with great certainty, “We’d get into trouble.”

There was a pause; Conrad glanced at Zhenya for as long as it took to convince himself she was still angry with him. There was a tightness in her face; a tension. More importantly, she didn’t seem sorry, so he glanced politely back at the mess around her cauldron, at the ceiling above it. It was appalling. They’d take a while. He was tempted to abandon her to her failed potion and go attend to his, but -- unfortunately -- they’d probably have an easier time working together.

He hated alchemy so much.

It took about two seconds to realise the flaw in his suggestion: Zhenya might have had better balance than him -- by a long shot -- but he was taller than her. She climbed onto the desk but could barely reach it -- Conrad blew his breath out in resignation and clambered up as well. It was, indeed, still visible, so he went over it vigorously with his own rag, one arm stretched to his side to help him keep his footing. She hopped off the desk and he followed suit; the landing jolted a little painfully through his legs and ankles; he busied himself for a moment wincing awkwardly and contemplating how, if he’d put the bubotuber pus in after the knarl quills, he could have already retired to the Drakonya Krov common room for the free period.

She didn’t seem to be addressing him, specifically, so he was happy at first not to reply at all: instead he tilted spilt potion off of her textbook back into the cauldron. If he tried to tell her that it was only for an afternoon, that it wouldn’t matter that much in the long run, he figured she would take his head off.

Her voice was strained, though; as he was scrubbing splatter off the desk next to hers, he remembered that she probably had more on her mind than training. He waited a moment to let her collect herself before he asked tentatively, “Have you had any news about your cousin?”


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Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #4 on: October 03, 2020, 04:08:43 PM »
“Yeah,” Zhenya sighed bitterly. They'd get into trouble summoning house elves to do what they were supposed to do themselves. However, the temptation was there even if the girl knew that they couldn't do it without getting themselves into a much more trouble than they were in now.

Conrad was taller than Zhenya was and she was glad that he realised that it was easier for him to clean the ceiling than for her – never mind her skills on a broom. She was missing an inch or so to comfortably reach the ceiling to rub the remainders of her potion off.

Once Conrad was done with it, she offered him a slight smile, it wasn't particularly genuine, but she had at least tried and thought that he should be happy with it. She wasn't going to thank him anyway. They were in this together so it was as much his task as hers.

She was surprised to hear Conrad wince as he hopped off the table, thinking that this really wasn't a dangerous stunt at all. Then again he was not an athlete, unlike her, of course. She was an artistic flyer and if the world had been fair, she'd be outside practising on her broom now. She closed her eyes for a split second, trying to calm down. It wouldn't help either of them if she snapped at Conrad and let out all her frustration on him.

Zhenya just wanted to suggest that she could try a healing charm on his ankle when she realised that Galina Viktorovna had deprived them of this possibility by taking away their wands. “You okay?” she asked, her voice slightly concerned at least. She did not want her friend (even if he wasn't quite her friend right now) in pain.

The girl went on cleaning, eager to get this all done quickly but at the same time lacking motivation to deal with the task. She could see that she hadn't cleaned thoroughly yet and she knew that Galina Viktorovna wouldn't let them get away with a roughly cleaned room when it could as well be sparkly clean.

Conrad's question came unexpectedly and Zhenya dropped the rag in surprise. “Oh,” she said, her expression sad and tired, “I have… She's…” she shrugged and bent down to pick up the rag as it gave her a moment where Conrad wouldn't be able to see her face. “She's recovering very slowly. And my other cousin is such a mess too,” her voice broke off. She swallowed before she continued in a much lower voice. “I saw her in Döttrar Vik last weekend. She… scared me.” She chewed on her lips now, trying to stop herself from breaking into tears. Last time she had cried in front of Conrad things hadn't gone well and they hadn't talked since then. She didn't want this conversation to go the same way again.

“Thanks for asking,” she added, wondering if Conrad was already regretting to have brought up this sad topic again.

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Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #5 on: October 17, 2020, 10:52:00 AM »
She had the decency to be concerned about him, wincing away, which would have been nicer had he not been exaggerating. “I’m fine,” he said, immediately cutting it out. His ankles did hurt, but he thought that was just a function of the stiff boots. In the last few years he’d started actually going out to the village every chance he got, just for a chance to walk around in normal shoes -- it was a pain when it snowed but he’d never died yet.

He wasn’t any stranger to cleaning up by hand, at home or at Durmstrang, but he’d always had a bitterly bad attitude about things that could be done with a wave of a wand. He’d scrubbed all the birdshit off the side of his house over the summer, mopped the floors about a dozen times. At least he was indoors now -- though (he stooped onto one knee to start on the floor) it was still irritating to have to waste so much of their time. Everything, these days, felt a waste of his time. He was an adult now -- what did he need to sit here, scrubbing the desks, scrubbing the floors, revising for a class he’d never care about again, for?

In asking after her cousin he’d hoped that she’d had, he supposed, good news. Something to cheer her up. That had backfired; it had been bad news, and she looked even less cheery now. Still kneeling next to her desk, he sat back on his foot, at a loss for words, and looked down at his hands. Of all the most sickening or disgusting or humiliated feelings he’d had in his life, he’d always felt most pathetic when he cried: he didn’t want her to feel any worse for his presence here. It was only polite to afford her some privacy.

As much privacy as could be afforded when they were stuck in here until the room was spotless, at least. He supposed he must have waited too long to answer, because finally she thanked him for asking.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, chancing a glance up at her again -- fortunately she didn’t seem to have actually broken down. “I’m glad to hear she’s recovering though. Sometimes it just takes time.” Not that he had much expertise in poisoned relatives. He glanced back down at the floor -- it was almost free of her spilt potion, so he folded a corner of the rag over and set back to work. “Are you still angry with me?” he said, to the floor.


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Re: мне нужна удача (Conrad)
« Reply #6 on: October 17, 2020, 06:22:24 PM »
“That's good,” Zhenya said, nodding approvingly. “After all, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it without my wand anyway,” she offered, grimacing as she voiced this thought. It really was unfair to leave them without their wands but she assumed that Galina Viktorovna did not want to watch them clean and she could hardly trust them to work manually if she had left them with their wands.

After she had answered Conrad's question in a not exactly extensive or coherent way, he remained quiet and Zhenya regretted that she had said anything at all. It was silly to think that he'd genuinely care or wasn't it? He had not tried to approach her for weeks – granted, she had been trying to avoid him all the time – so he must have been rather content not having to spend time with her or so she thought at least.

Then, finally, he spoke and Zhenya looked up to him just when he, too, looked at her. She felt how her cheeks reddened and she looked away at once. “Yeah,” she agreed, “I guess it takes time to recover from that. Not only for her… for her sister too. Nastya worried me so much,” she confided, feeling slightly relieved to be finally able to say this aloud.

As Conrad asked if she was still angry with him she was caught by surprise. It took her a moment to process the question and figure out how she felt. Well, she had a lot of feelings boiling up inside of her but most of them had nothing to do with Conrad.

The girl finally shrugged. “I don't know,” she said with a sad smile. “I mean...” she dropped the rag and sat down properly, facing Conrad now. “I felt…” she sighed and rolled her eyes at her own inability to express herself. “I felt hurt. I don't know what I was expecting but…” she flung her hands up in a desperate gesture.

“I've missed talking to you,” she offered sheepishly. “Are you mad at me?” She wasn't sure if he had any reason or right to be mad at her but it felt right to at least check. She hadn't been in a good state that night so she wasn't entirely sure if she hadn't offended him as well.

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