Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2020 23:15:11 GMT -7
May 24, 2025
It was a Saturday, and Dasha's boredom had gotten the better of her. There was only so much that she could do in Little Hangleton itself, so she felt fortunate that her older brother had no issue with her going to Hogsmeade. The all-wizarding village was very different from the one in which she and Dmitri lived, which was mostly populated by Muggles. It also helped that her first experience there had been during the Winter Festival; it had looked like a dream then.
It wasn't often that Dasha went out, if she could help it. The experience that she had had in Britain so far was in complete contrast to what she had known in Russia. Back home, she thought, she was out most of the day. If she was home, it was mostly just to sleep. In Britain, everything was unfamiliar, and she stayed close to Dmitri and to her schoolwork.
She was cautious, too, given how many people were falling ill with some startling new disease. The last thing that she wanted—or needed—was to catch whatever fever was going around. Maybe it was her imagination, but there seemed to be a lot of other teenagers around. Dasha had thought that Hogwarts was still in session, if only for a few more weeks.
Since she didn't know the village well, Dasha tried her best to blend in with all of the people her own age without attracting too much attention to herself. She wasn't a Hogwarts student yet, though she knew that she was walking among her future peers.
The sight of the music store caught her eye in an instant. They probably sold all sorts of things for the piano, Dasha imagined, which would have made a nice surprise for Dmitri—if there was anything that wasn't too expensive. Before she could reach the window to look at the display more closely, however, Dasha found herself narrowly avoiding a collision with a redhead about her own age though much shorter than she.
"Sorry," Dasha apologized quickly, her Russian accent apparent as she spoke. So much for not drawing anyone's attention.
@amsterdam
It wasn't often that Dasha went out, if she could help it. The experience that she had had in Britain so far was in complete contrast to what she had known in Russia. Back home, she thought, she was out most of the day. If she was home, it was mostly just to sleep. In Britain, everything was unfamiliar, and she stayed close to Dmitri and to her schoolwork.
She was cautious, too, given how many people were falling ill with some startling new disease. The last thing that she wanted—or needed—was to catch whatever fever was going around. Maybe it was her imagination, but there seemed to be a lot of other teenagers around. Dasha had thought that Hogwarts was still in session, if only for a few more weeks.
Since she didn't know the village well, Dasha tried her best to blend in with all of the people her own age without attracting too much attention to herself. She wasn't a Hogwarts student yet, though she knew that she was walking among her future peers.
The sight of the music store caught her eye in an instant. They probably sold all sorts of things for the piano, Dasha imagined, which would have made a nice surprise for Dmitri—if there was anything that wasn't too expensive. Before she could reach the window to look at the display more closely, however, Dasha found herself narrowly avoiding a collision with a redhead about her own age though much shorter than she.
"Sorry," Dasha apologized quickly, her Russian accent apparent as she spoke. So much for not drawing anyone's attention.
@amsterdam