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Jun 25, 2019 11:58:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2019 11:58:07 GMT -7
 SINCE SEEING TIA, THE THOUGHT of their upcoming date was the only thing on the Krum’s mind. He hadn’t been expecting her to accept his offer, nor even speak to him on the ruins of what was the dragons playground that day. But with the day finally arriving and Edrik Krum turning twenty, he knew it was all a reality. Given the recent destruction, Edrik decided it was best to avoid Hogsmeade and Scotland as a whole. Which balanced out well considering the dinner reservations the Krum had laid out for the two of them. Maybe being a Keeper for an upcoming team in the League was worthwhile after all. Dressed in a new suit, groomed beard and hair tied into a rather small man bun, the Krum rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet not too far from the door of the apartment that belonged to Tia and Irina. All day, the male worried about the Finch potentially cancelling last minute, or the two falling into a spiteful argument over dinner — things to run his mind insane with anxiety and panic. It was also one of the reasons he turned up twenty minutes early.
It was strange as a whole, considering Tia lived with his younger sister Irina, but had never actually seen her in the apartment the many times he had been over. A free hand hovered over the door before him, unsure if he should go ahead and knock or just count down the minutes that led up to Seven. That was a good thing about Krum men, they were never late for anything, but they were awfully early for everything. Quietly clearing his throat, Edrik adjusted his suit jacket while gripping the small plant pot tightly behind his back, hearing the faint rustle of the packaging it sat within. With confidence, the Krum finally knocked, briefly stepping back as he waited. Inside he heard the shuffle of feet, possibly both from Irina and Tia, which was odd, considering Irina mentioned she would be away today. Mentally shrugging at the thought, Edrik looked down at his own shoes, black leather polished finely before the door creaked open, only leading the Krum to trail his eyes up in surprise.
Before him was Tia, slightly hiding behind the door with the same blank expression she usually had. She still looked utterly cute. Edrik cleared his throat a little louder this time, forcing a twitch of a smile on his lips. ”H-Hi.” He stammered out, clearly in shock from how she looked. ”I-I uh didn’t mean to be this early. But I got you—“ He paused, bringing the plant pot from behind him and sticking it in front, to hand over to her. ”—Your favourite?”
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Aug 9, 2019 7:34:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2019 7:34:10 GMT -7
 SHE NEVER MEANT TO COUNT THE MINUTES ON the clock, but she did. Meticulously dressing and wondering again and again if she should cancel. If perhaps it would better if she just sent and owl, or even a text, and avoided him for a few weeks. But, she lived with his sister. She worked as a mediwitch. Eventually, she would have to shadow a game on the sidelines and knowing Edrik, he would certainly confront her. That is what Tia told herself as she preened over her appearance.
Curling and then brushing out the curls with a deep regret. What if he thought she was trying too hard? What if he thought it was a proper date? All things that swam in her mind as she changed four times and almost burned her entire wardrobe in the hours leading up to seven. Eventually, she settled on a modest, off the shoulder black dress and swept her hair to one side. She ignored Irina as she threaded pear drop earrings in to her ears, knowing exactly what was being thought of her. This was definitely a date.
So, when the door rattled at fifteen minutes to ten, Tia was ready. But, she hesitated to answer. Fear of Irina answering first propelled her forward eventually and she slipped her low heeled shoes on as she rushed to the door, smoothing her hair over one shoulder before she even touched the handle.
When she opened it, her face was carefully blank, but her thoughts were not. Edrik was not a skinny, tall string bean of a teenager anymore. His time away had filled him out. His beard trimmed, his unruly hair swept back from his face, jaw as sharp as his eyes. She watched him look at her for a moment in a charged silence, her throat convulsing as she gripped the door with white knuckles.
"You're early." She said by way of greeting, but her eyes snapped on the pot her brought from behind his back. An eruption of lush green popping out of the top of a colourful pot with a clay face on it. "Oh..." She reached for it instinctively, always drawn to plants of all kinds. "Is this dittany?" She smiled down at it, unable to help herself as she gripped it to her chest. "You're so weird..." She muttered, but it was oddly fond as she turned and disappeared in to the doorway, carefully placing the plant by the window in her room - she had to shuffle a few preexisting pots to manage it, but by the time she got to the door again, Edrik was halfway in.
"Uh... we should go." She said hurriedly, casting a suspicious look over one shoulder as she pushed him out of the doorway, her heels clicking under her as she slammed the door shut, a little bag tucked under one arm. "I don't want Irina to try and give you 'The Talk'." She admitted, overtaking him towards the elevator. "She thinks it's funny, but it's not." Her eyes rolled, but she couldn't maintain her mild disdain for long. "Thanks... by the way." Pressing the button for the elevator as she shifted restlessly from foot to foot. "But, it's still not a date." Tia simply couldn't help herself.
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Aug 22, 2019 17:18:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2019 17:18:16 GMT -7
HE HADN’T MEANT TO STUTTER, but Tia just looked…Wow. Edrik was sure he had been staring for too long, bringing up the gift he had for her as a way to distract himself from the sight he was seeing. She was the exact same like she had been in Hogwarts, pretty with the long brunette curls, that were brushed out into waves or straightened. But now, with her hair swept to one side and an…elegant dress on…Edrik wished he never let her go. He was glad he was even getting a second chance, considering how stubborn Tia could be.
Eventually, she settled on a ‘modest’, off the shoulder black dress and swept her hair to one side. She ignored Irina as she threaded pear drop earrings in to her ears, knowing exactly what was being thought of her. This was definitely a date. Edrik knew Tia wouldn’t want to admit it, at least from some pit at the bottom of his stomach, but he would enjoy their…date-non-date regardless. ”Aren’t I always?” He responded with a question of his own at her attempt of a greeting. Edrik was always early, even when he needed to be. It was habit, and it was simply better to be early than late anyway. ”Weird for remembering your favourite thing?” He asked, almost half-way in, until Tia practically stopped him. Irina must of been home then.
He seemed to be right the moment Tia brought it up and he nodded in agreement, stepping back outside of the apartment, the door closing behind her. ”That’s fair. Though, I gave her the talk. You forget I’m the eldest.” He said, grinning down at her. Even with her small increase of height due to the heels, Edrik still towered over her. Tia walked off then, heading for the elevator and the Krum followed behind, still amazed with how…amazing she looked. She thanked him, but he was unsure as of why until it clicked into place. The dittany. ”You’re welcome.” He murmured with a smile. And just as his earlier thoughts had gotten to him, Tia brought up around the fact that their time together was in fact not a date.
Edrik wanted to disagree, only seeing this time together as nothing else but a date, but he huffed out a laugh instead. ”Whatever you say Finch.” He grinned down at her, stepping into the elevator first once it dinged. ”Coming?” He asked, holding it for her.
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Nov 24, 2019 8:08:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2019 8:08:55 GMT -7
OF COURSE EDRIK WOULD PLACATE HER WITH disbelief. His tone drenched in laughter, as if the prospect was utterly ridiculous. She shot him a stern look but didn't fight him on it, it was too early in the night to begin confrontation. Plus, she was curious. What did he have in store? Surely not a bottle of firewhiskey in a dirty pub booth. Those days were long gone and there was a certain degree of sophistication to him now that didn't exist before.
The elevator doors closed and Tia crossed her arms impatiently. In the enclosed space she could smell his cologne, a dusky smell that was as familiar as it was unfamiliar. She couldn't quite name it. It bothered her. "Where're we going?" She asked, rubbing at her bare arms as she turned her face to look at him. "And please would you stop looking so smug!" She chastised him, her eyes narrowed at his secret little smile. "We're not even out of the building yet." This was perhaps uncalled for, he was simply looking like he always looked. Dashing and mischievous, but she was beginning to have second thoughts and they manifested in irritation. The doors pinged open.
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Mar 14, 2020 19:04:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2020 19:04:43 GMT -7
IGNORING THE DAGGERS TIA SENT at him through her eyes, Edrik remained quiet at her side until he watched her fidget. Her crossing her arms was only a sign for something, how impatient or uncomfortable she felt he guessed. He knew Tia too well most times. Probably more than herself. The Krum however couldn’t help the smirk grow on his face at her following comment, as being smug was far from what he wanted to come across as. ”Just. Out somewhere.” He briefly replied, remaining quiet to himself for the rest of the ride down.
With the ding of the elevators leading to Edrik lifting his head, he waited for Tia to head out first before following behind, even going as far as holding the door out of her apartment complex for her. What a gentleman right? Once the crisp cold air hit them both, Edrik placed his hands in his trouser pockets, unsure if he could hang out his arm for the Finch to loop with. ”We’re being…driven so. I’ll lead you to my driver’s car…”
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