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Aug 7, 2016 19:06:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 19:06:37 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 Nikolai Krum could not even explain how glad he was that the rest of the Quidditch team had planned a night out to the club in London. He himself had only planned to drink a little, not to the point where he couldn't walk, talk, or was unable to act himself. Niko wasn't a fan of drinking in general, but one here and there he was okay with.
More specifically, as he walked into the club, hair slicked back, beard trimmed, and in dark grey dress pants and a silk black dress shirt, he had planned to just sit at the bar and people watch. Nikolai doesn't like being touched. He also doesn't enjoy dancing, or the dancers that the club has. Their clothing was...well, hardly clothing. Having been taken advantage of as a child, Niko didn't like seeing women so open with their bodies like that. It sickened him.
As the night was coming to an end, he had stepped outside into the cold. He leaned up against the edge of the club building and watched as his breath became a white cloud in front of him. Nikolai's eyes shot to the right as he heard a few yells not too far down the sidewalk from him. Raising an eyebrow, he stood up straight, trying to see what was occurring.
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Aug 7, 2016 19:42:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 19:42:31 GMT -7
It'd been a good night, so far. Tips had been rolling in steadily, the music was as fantastic as always, and it was a good crowd. Not only that, more then a good few patrons that thought they might get lucky had bought Magdalena drinks. One right after the other. As her mind started to fog, and movements felt sluggish she didn't realize that these men were working together.
Before they 'got what they wanted' her shift ended, and she left. More then a little tipsy, she wasn't really sure how she made it to the dressing room in the back, and then eventually made it out the back door and into the cold night. Running her fingers through her hand, she used the other hand to brace herself against the cool exterior wall of the club. Her head was spinning, really bad. Like, seeing doubles bad. She only took one step before doubling over and throwing up. That was when she realized she was to wasted. Usually she didn't drink enough to throw up.
She didn't notice the men from earlier approach then, but she did feel them grab her after she'd finished throwing up. "You've been teasing us all night." one of them started, the one that had grabbed her. The other was grinning as he ran a hand through her dark hair, caressing it. "Why don't we find somewhere quiet and continue where we left off?" he whispered. Even though she was completely wasted, Magdalena realized what they wanted. "Bugger off!" She yelled, stumbling and pushing away from them. She staggered big time, tripping over her own feet and hitting the pavement. That didn't deter them at all. They just advanced. "Come on darling, don't be like that-" One of them had tried to get right up on her, but she kicked out, her foot making contact with his knee. He hollered in pain, staggering back and holding his knee. "B****" he hissed while his friend moved in to grab her, dragging her to her feet and pinning her against the wall.
All the while, none of them realized that they had an audience...
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Aug 7, 2016 19:52:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 19:52:18 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 Nikolai immediately jumped off the wall, his heart racing fast. This, this scene in front of him was all too familiar. He watched as the girl got sick, and then a group of men made a move in. Thankfully, she gave Niko time for him to recuperate himself as she kicked one of the men in the knee.
Shaking his head frantically, Niko began walking fast towards them. "Hey! Piss off, would ya?" The man laughed at him and Niko glared him down. "I said, piss off." Niko's eyes burned with anger. He wasn't in the mood to fight, but if it meant saving this clearly intoxicated girl, he would.
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Aug 7, 2016 20:39:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 20:39:36 GMT -7
Oh, Magdalena's head was spinning bad at this point from being jerked around by these two. To the point where she wanted to throw up again, though thankfully nothing came up this time. None of her struggling helped her escape from the man's grip though. He'd moved in close, one of his hands around her neck while the other was slowly moving across her waist. She was already sick to her stomach, but it wasn't just alcohol consumption now. She was sickened by his touch, and thoughts of what he wanted, and was probably going, to do to her.
That was when the 'good samaritan' appeared, telling the men to piss off. They looked away from her, laughing at the newcomer that only glared at them and repeated the order. If she'd been sober, Magdalena probably would have recognized him. They'd gone to school together, same year but different houses. Heck, she knew his sisters. Sort of. As it was, she wasn't in the right state mentally to put a name to anyone's face. But, with the momentary distraction, she took her chance and kneed the man pinning her. It wouldn't take a genius to know what she hit, because he let go immediately, staggering back and hissing in pain. "You want the b****? Fine, take her. But-" He stopped, the pain had subsided, and he approached her again, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her towards him. "We'll be seeing you later, sweetheart." He let go of her hair and stalked off, his friend following him. Magdalena staggered, trying to keep her balance and thankfully found the wall. That managed to keep her upright. "Perverts..." She slightly slurred as she muttered under her breath.
She finally looked up, taking in her 'savior'. Again, she should have recognized him, but between her hair in total disarray and in her face, and already not able to see straight, she didn't realize it was one of her former classmates. "Thanks." she muttered as she tried to take a step. For some reason, she seemed to think that she'd actually manage to keep her balance. In fact, she was delusional enough to think that she could make it home in this state. So, of course she failed at that step, staggering and falling into the wall she'd been using for balance.
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Aug 8, 2016 16:18:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 16:18:50 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 The men that he had been speaking to, well...got kicked in a not so great place by the girl. Nikolai smirked. Good hit. That would hurt later. However, he then made note to grab her hair and that's when Niko jumped in. But, he let go before Niko had a chance to throw a punch. He glared at him as he walked away with the rest of his goons. Shaking his head, Nikolai turned around.
She was clutching the side of the building, completely disheveled. Her hair was everywhere, her makeup was running, and she looked pale and sick. He shook his head. Not in disgust, but in pity. Niko couldn't imagine what would've happened to her if he wasn't there...the thoughts running through his head were not ones he wanted to remember. They had been floating around quite a bit lately...he just wished he knew how to make them stop.
His face softened. He knew she wouldn't remember any of this, and unfortunately, he was going to have to make sure she got home safe. Niko walked closer to her. "Hey...where do you live? I've got to get you home, so nothing happens." She looked familiar, but he couldn't spot a name. He didn't even know where he might know her from. It didn't seem like she'd be able to walk the whole way home...
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Aug 8, 2016 17:15:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 17:15:50 GMT -7
Magdalena had gotten... used to dealing with men like this. Usually they didn't corner you after work though. usually she wasn't this intoxicated. Usually she wasn't alone. Basically, there were a lot of factors weighing against her tonight. But there was one good thing, at least there was this good Samaritan. Familiar looking, but still she couldn't put a name to the face. Probably just another patron, getting his good deed in for the day.
Live?
Magdalena looked at him for a moment, total confusion on her face as she tried to comprehend what he was asking her. After a handful of seconds it clicks. Oh. He wanted to help her home. Total stranger. She should have been just as wary of him as those other guys, but her intoxicated thoughts didn't seem to understand the danger. "It's..... It's..." She thought, trying to remember the street she lived on. Nothing came to mind. Thankfully she had a back up plan. Usually for the nights where she was on the more drunk side. A card, that she usually gave taxi drivers when she needed one but couldn't make sense of her own thoughts. Trying to still brace herself against the wall, the girl attempted to multitask and pull the card out of her hand bag, though she only succeeded in emptying the contents on the concrete. "Sh*t." she muttered under her breath, and somehow managed to maintain her balance as she knelt down to shuffle through her belongings, though she couldn't see straight enough to spot it. So, she just shifted, and sat down, leaning against the wall and running her hands through her hair. "There's a.... a... card..."
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Aug 8, 2016 17:23:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 17:23:11 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 Nik listened intently. She was stumbling along her words, as well as her feet. It was difficult to try to figure out what she was saying, but he had to find out where she lived. Otherwise she'd pass out on the street for the night, and he wouldn't allow her to do that. However, he also didn't really want her at his apartment either. He didn't know who she was or what she may do, so he'd rather just take her to her own flat. Niko rose an eyebrow at her, and she dropped everything out of her bag.
Sighing, slightly annoyed, slightly concerned at how actually intoxicated she was, he knelt down. A card? Weird. Unfortunately for him, Nikolai's contacts were dry and he didn't have his glasses, so he squinted his eyes as he shuffled through everything on the ground. He finally found the card, and read the address. Ah...he knew where that was. Nikolai grabbed all of her stuff and put it back into her bag. He threw the bag over his shoulder and looked down at her. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out...
Bending down, he put his left hand underneath her legs and his other hand under her arms. He stood up, with the girl in his arms. "Don't freak out, okay? I'm just taking you home...I'm not going to hurt you." Nikolai glanced down at her, studying her face.
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Aug 8, 2016 17:48:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 17:48:32 GMT -7
Magdalena sighed as she sat there on the ground, her head rolling to the side just a little and her hair falling back into her face. It was almost like she was totally unconcern with her current predicament. But, considering how much she'd drunk, it was no surprise. Bad judgement was a common side affect of drinking. She might have been defensive and aggressive when she'd felt threatened, but currently those feelings had weakened. "You're nice...." she muttered, slurring a little again. Again, totally unconcerned for her own safety.
Magi grumbled when she felt him gently pick her up. It was.. odd. Being carried. "-s... okay....hurt already..." She wasn't making sense, she was sure. Heck, if she was sober she'd be mortified that she was saying anything like this. Unfortunately she wasn't sober. Sighing, she leaned her head against his shoulder. She was oddly comfortable.
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Aug 8, 2016 18:00:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 18:00:23 GMT -7
@magdalena Okay so do you want to continue them waking up and her reaction? xD <3 Her head was rolling and he became very concerned. He didn't want her to hit her head on anything or fall again. Niko of course wanted to be a healer, so he knew how to deal with it all, but that would be a hard explanation for her and he couldn't imagine who exactly she'd have to tell. "Ha. Nice. Sure." He chuckled to himself, sure she wouldn't even remember any of this in the morning.
After he had picked her up she was mumbling along, but Nikolai didn't speak. He was paying attention to where he was going and where her place was. She didn't live too far thankfully, and she weighed very little, so it wasn't a difficult walk for him. They had made it to her house, and he felt weird walking into it, but he knew he had to.
As soon as they went in, he made his way through the dark into the only bedroom. Nikolai lied her down. He wasn't sure if she was sleeping or not, but he had to make her comfortable. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a hair brush and began brushing her hair. He made sure all the knots and vomit was out and put it up into a ponytail, just incase she had to get sick again. Feeling very uncomfortable, but knowing he needed to do the right thing, he went through her drawers to find pajamas. As soon as he found them, he undressed her out of the skimpy clothing and put her in more modest, comfortable clothing.
Niko quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, a glass of water, and some headache potion for her to take in the morning. Walking back into the bedroom, he set the water and medicine on her side table and the bowl on the bed next to her. Glancing down at her, he tilted his head. She was quite beautiful, especially with her hair up. Grimacing to himself, he grabbed a wet wash cloth and wiped her face, taking the dried vomit off as well as her makeup. There. Much better. He covered her up with the blanket. "Go to sleep. There's a bowl there for you." Whether she would respond or not, he didn't know.
He stood out in her living room. Those men had said they'd see her again. His heart began racing. What was the best thing to do? Stay and make sure she was safe, or leave and risk the chance of her getting hurt? Grunting to himself, Nikolai locked the door, and sat on her couch, wand in hand. He leaned his head back, and slowly shut his eyes.
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Aug 8, 2016 18:42:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 18:42:39 GMT -7
The rest of the night was a blur. She was vaguely aware of being taken home, and the stranger.... well taking care of her. She wasn't that shy when it came to her body anymore, so she wouldn't have been embarrassed by the whole thing if she had been more aware. If anything she would have been touched that... well someone seemed to care that much. For some reason she'd come to see herself like those men in the Nightclub. Disposable. Just there to have a good time. Not really a person. That was why she liked it though too. No one had to know she was an 'Ollivander'. Oh, if her mother could see her now, she'd be in tears. And her father would be so disappointed.... Well, she didn't care anymore what they thought. Or at least she didn't want to care. So, unfortunately his kindness fell on rather deaf ears. Other then a few periodic gibberish mumbles, the girl seemed pretty much out for the night. Not quite asleep, but not awake either. Just some strange limbo in between.
Most of the night was like that. Eventually she did fall asleep, though she was never out for long, and usually woke up to throw up and go back to bed. As the alcohol began to burn from her system she realized that the bowl next to her hadn't been put there by... well her! She's sort that out when she was sober... For now she was just grateful it was there. The next time she woke up, she noticed the water and potion on the table. And the next time after that, was that she was actually ready for bed. Hair pulled back, make up washed off, pajamas. When was the last time she'd actually slept in her pajamas?
Finally, in the morning she was soer enough to realize what was going on. Her memories of last night were.... spotty to put it nicely. It was some twisted blur, and she she just had no idea what had happened. Great. How drunk had she been? Groaning, she rolled over in her bed, her head absolutely pounding. It was mornings like this she was always convinced that she'd never drink again, and yet she never followed through with the promise. Spotting the tonic on the side table, she grabbed it, and downed it and the glass of water. Laying back down after she waited for the pounding headache to subside at least enough to function. When it did, she finally got up, taking the blanket with her and wrapped it around her shoulders. She didn't care that it was dragging on the ground behind her as she left the small bedroom and entered the almost just as small livingroom/kitchen. There on her couch was the stranger. She only vaguely remembered him last night. Just enough to know he'd been there. But that didn't matter. Now that she was sober she recognized him.
"Krum."
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Aug 8, 2016 19:11:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 19:11:43 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 His name being spoken is what woke him up. His hand immediately gripped his wand and his eyes shot open. Thankfully, it was only the girl from the night prior. Ugh, he felt groggy. Sleeping on the couch sitting upright wasn't the best feeling. Niko coughed and rubbed his eyes. "Well good morning to you too. How do you know my name?"
Well that was a stupid question. She most likely knew him from Quidditch, but then again, he figured she'd use his first name and not his last with such a tone. He couldn't decipher whether she was angry or not, but if she was, to hell with her. That would've meant he wasted his night for dinner ungrateful child. However, he hoped she was thankful. Otherwise they'd have a problem.
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Aug 8, 2016 19:24:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 19:24:42 GMT -7
He didn't recognize her. That.... was probably the most refreshing and relieving thing she'd felt in a long time. Despite the killer migraine, she smiled just a little. He looked just as bad as she felt, and probably looked herself. So, crossing to one of the chairs, she plopped down, pulling her knees up against her chest and cocooning herself in the blanket. "Um.... school. You know, that thing we went to for seven years?" She answered slightly sarcastically. Sarcasm probably wasn't the best reaction right now. After all, she was pretty sure that he'd helped her home last night. God, how drunk had she been?
"About last night..." She started, but stopped. What was she supposed to say? She used to be pretty good at this whole 'social' thing. Now, nothing she said ever seemed to come out right. "Look, I.... Whatever happened, I think I owe you for getting home. So..." She paused, looking away from him then and holding the blanket around herself a little tighter. "Thanks..."
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Aug 9, 2016 9:02:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 9:02:15 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 Nikolai watched as the girl walked across the room and sat down in a chair in getting of him. She seemed comfy, and not so sick as the previous night. But her next few words just shocked him. His eyes narrowed at her. "Really? The sarcasm is not needed, sweetheart." Nik was so not in the mood for her childish actions and words. God forbid he didn't remember every single girl he's seen in his life.
An eyebrow rose at the girl. Good. She should be thanking him. Who knows what could've happened to her had he not been there? He didn't even want to think of the possibilities. Although he was glad she was safe and in her own home, he was still angry. "You're lucky nothing did happen! You clearly don't remember anything that occurred. What's the point of drinking that much? All it does is make you look like an imbecile." Nikki shook his head at her.
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Aug 9, 2016 16:49:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 16:49:47 GMT -7
"I have a hangover, I'm allowed to be sarcastic." She scowled a little, though it looked more like a grimace. Her head was still pounding despite the tonic. She needed food. Food, and hot tea. And then probably another tonic for the hangover. Then, just maybe, she'd be okay.
Magdalena didn't look back at him as he started to chastise her. "It's.... a blur." She admitted, though didn't sound that pleased about it. She remembered him, vaguely. Everything else though? Not so much. She frowned when we went on about the point of drinking that much and looking like an imbecile. She knew that. She knew that drinking was a terrible idea. And that it wouldn't solve anything. It was a band aid, not a solution. It'd just make he feel better in the moment but worse in the end. And yet, despite knowing this, she didn't stop. "Look, I said thanks already. I don't need a lecture." she looked back at him, her gaze almost dead. That was the one thing people she'd known before all this hated. How she used to be so full of life before, but now.... There was only a shell left. "Maybe that is the point. It's harder to feel things when you can't remember them..." she added softly, finally getting up and leaving the blanket in the chair. She moved to the small kitchenette, and started pulling down ingredients from the cabinets. Flour. Sugar. Eggs from the fridge. "Any allergies, Krum?" she asked. her way of offering breakfast. She did owe him after all...
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Aug 9, 2016 17:16:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 17:16:05 GMT -7
@magdalena <3 "No, darling, that's not how it works. You forced the hangover on yourself, doesn't give you a right to be a brat. You don't like it, don't drink. Simple." He scoffed at her and shook his head. Nikolai stood up and walked into the bathroom he had been in the night prior. He saw that she drank her water and took the medicine, and he rose an eyebrow. Hm. She took medicine and was still annoying. He went the bathroom and brushed his teeth with his finger. Looking in the mirror he rubbed his eyes and brushed his hair back with his fingers; it still looked pretty nice.
When he sat back down, he laughed at her. "Thank you or not, you made a mistake and you need to own up to it. You can't just get away with everything. That's not how life works." Her words disgusted him. Who thought that way? He scrunched up his face at her, rubbing his beard. "You're kidding, right? You have memories for a reason, they aren't supposed to be just forgotten. Otherwise you're not living. You're just walking around without a soul." Nikolai did not understand her, or anyone else who does things like this. There's literally no point of getting that drunk. He looked at her. "You do realize you almost got gang raped last night right? You couldn't walk, you couldn't talk. There was a group of guys trying to take you from the front of the club. You should NOT drink that much. Ever." Niko was getting angry. How does she not understand this? She was so intoxicated that she couldn't even protect herself.
Growling to himself softly, he glanced out the window. "No." Was his response to her question about allergies. He couldn't even look at her. And why he was staying, he had no clue. He didn't want to be around this childish girl.
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