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Mar 4, 2020 18:37:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2020 18:37:22 GMT -7
Today was a big day and he had to make the best of it. Dmitri had been dating Heleen for roughly 2 months now. Perhaps it would have been longer, but they were both concerned about work, being that they both worked on the same floor. But now they were taking a big step tonight. They were going to celebrate her birthday. It was early May, and this was the first day that both of them had off together. Most of the day Dmitri had taken time to grade his sisters school work that she had completed, and set her up with new work to start. He told her that he was going out and would be home late. Hoping that she didn't notice the time that he had spent, fiddling with his look. He didn't normally do something like this, but it was a special occasion. He just didn't know how special.
He had met Heleen at her apartment. They had spent some time there in the past, but tonight they were going out on the town. They had ended up going out drinking, and Dmitri did his best to be careful not to get fully drunk. Part of him feared getting raging drunk, like his father used to. But he made it a rule, that he would never be drunk in front of Dashyenka. He didn't even keep alcohol in the house. He knew that she didn't like it. As the night went on the girl asked to see his place. How could he say no. He wan't even thinking about the fact that he hadn't told Heleen about his sister. Or his sister about Heleen. But he agreed.
Walking into the mall cottage outside of Little Hangleton, the place was clean, and but had started to accumulate clutter items, which is something that was good, he thought. He walked her into the kitchen for some coffee. He wasn't good at cooking, but he was alright at coffee. Especially when using magic to do the heavy lifting. Their conversations were stimulating and fun. The plan was to show off his place, and get some coffee, then help the woman back to her flat in London. That would be the end of the night. But, one thing let to another, and they ended up in the bedroom. As they entered, he cast a quick sound proofing charm around the room, just to not walk Dasha up, if their conversations hadn't already. One thing led to another, and then the sun was rising, with light coming though his window, Dmitri lay asleep on half of the bed.
@seph @dasha [OOC]: I went though a lot in this first post, I figured, that after Heleen's post, Dasha can then have a shot. If that doesn't work, just let me know and we can arrange it differently.
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Mar 5, 2020 9:21:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2020 9:21:26 GMT -7
Heleen hadn't been able to stop smiling since she'd woken up the previous day. It had been her birthday and for the first time since what felt like forever it had been amazing. Not just okay or bad but truly wonderful and amazing. Things at work were going great and she'd found hope in the least expected place. It was too cliche, she figured, that she'd fallen for the man that worked with the literal concept of love itself. It had taken her long to figure out the difference between the what she feared was nothing but the effects of the scent of love potion and reality. It was coming into work on Monday mornings that had started to make her realise exactly what it was. When she first met Dmitri, the room had smelled exactly like amortentia, all the things she loved. The scent seemed to wrap itself around the people that worked them, almost soak into their skin. Dmitri had instantly been aluring to her, but she had feared it was for all the wrong reasons. Magic, not true feelings. Monday mornings made it better. The weekend washed the work away and seeing him before he'd been in his work space had slowly made her figure out that she liked him, truly liked him. Naturally that had given a rather interesting twist to her experiences whenever she had to go to the love room for work related reasons. The change had been slow and subtle, but by now the love room always smelled like Monday mornings. She had Dmitri had gone out for a few drinks and upon her request he'd shown her his place. It was cute, although they hadn't explored all that much. They'd gotten... distracted rather quickly. The night was a bit of a blur, even as Heleen woke up. It was fuzzy, but in a good way. She smiled slightly as she noticed Dmitri was still sleeping. The light that woke her so easily framed his face beautifully and with his light locks of hair he looked almost like an angel to her. She smiled and stepped out of the bed quietly. There was no way she could manage to fall asleep while her head was so full of thoughts. She picked up her dress off the floor and slipped into it, heading down the stairs as silently as she could. She managed to find the kitchen without too much trouble, which was nice. She looked and found the empty cups they'd had coffee in the evening before. She didn't really want to be rude and rummage through all the cabinets in an attempt to find a glass. She realised she'd left her wand upstairs as she looked into the cup and saw the last drops of dried coffee at the bottom. She shook her head slightly and rinsed it quickly in the sink, pouring herself a cup of water and softly taking a seat at the table, humming to herself cheerfully as she looked out of the window. She'd head back up in a little bit, she just wanted a moment to enjoy the morning first. Her parents would probably have rung her cellphone by now to ask how her birthday celebrations had been. She smiled slightly as she imagined the reactions her siblings would have to her adventures. They'd probably be happy for her, which was nice. She sat, lost in thought for a while, until she heard footsteps on the stairs. How long had she been there? Was Dmitri awake and looking for her? @dasha, @dmitri Let me know if I need to do any edits. I hope this is good! <3
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Mar 5, 2020 9:47:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2020 9:47:01 GMT -7
From the moment that Dmitri explained to her that he would be going out that night and would be back later than he usually was, Dasha became concerned. It wasn't that he had to work late—as he sometimes did—but that he was going out. She had always associated his being gone for very long with danger, and she couldn't help her mind from going there. When they had been living with their father back in Russia, Dmitri's being gone for longer than usual often meant that he would return home injured. And he didn't have any reason to run away from home anymore.
Still, she had seen the way that her brother had looked before he left home. He looked… suspiciously nice. That had been the last that Dasha had seen of him that night. Although she had tried her best to remain awake until Dmitri returned home safely—and tried to figure out what she might do if he didn't—she had fallen asleep before Dmitri arrived. Unbeknownst to her, he had eventually returned…. with a woman.
Dasha wasn't one to rise early, if it could be avoided. She much preferred to stay up later and sleep in in the mornings, though she usually didn't have to worry about her brother's whereabouts. As she woke up the following morning, it took her a moment to recall that she wasn't sure if Dmitri had ever returned home.
She got up when she heard movement coming from the direction of the kitchen. It was probably just Dmitri checking her schoolwork again, though she hadn't seen him before she had gone to sleep. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed that she wasn't alone. There was a woman seated at their table as though she lived there.
"Who the f**k are you, and what have you done with my brother?!" Dasha demanded to know in hurriedly-spoken Russian, standing her ground. She wished that she had brought her wand with her, but it normally wasn't necessary when she was in her pajamas in her own home. Nothing ever happened in Little Hangleton, save for her and Dmitri's having moved there. And now they were the ones with an intruder?!
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Mar 5, 2020 19:04:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2020 19:04:15 GMT -7
Dmitri, half awake, turned in his bed, his mind not quite up to it's regular speed, started to process he events of last night. He could feel the last of the alcohol wearing off as he shifted again to feel a slightly warm, yet empty half of his bed. Hadn't someone been there? Had it been a dream? What a weird dream to have. It made seance, they had been dating a while now, and hadn't...had they?
That was about when he heard the yelling in Russian. Without a thought, Dmiri bolted up right, quickly through on some pants, and rushed out his bedroom door. His brain now fully alert, but immediately flashing to the times when they were in Russia, when he would have to stand between Dashyenka and their father. Had he found them? Was it a hit man? He bolted towards the Kitchen, seeing his sister standing there in her pajamas. He rushed past her to stand in front, spotting Heleen. Guess it wasn't a dream. With a huge sigh of relief he looked at his sister, finally processing her Russian that had given him such an adrenaline rush so early in the morning. "Dashyenka, I'm fine." He commented in Russian. Switching back in English, he contained "This is Heleen." He turned to the girl sitting at the table "Heleen, this is my sister, Dasha."
This was going to be a rough morning, and after such a nice night.
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Mar 8, 2020 5:07:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2020 5:07:01 GMT -7
Of all the things she might have expected to happen, this wasn't one of them. For things to change and become bad? Without a doubt. She was used to feeling like she'd done things that messed up everything. She was used to being blamed for things going wrong to the point she always figured she'd messed something up when things went bad for her. Even though she didn't expect it, a part of her wouldn't have been half as surprised to find that Dmitri had left her by morning. To see a young girl storming into the room and start screaming at her in what she guessed was Russian was not on the list of things that her mind had been able to come up with. She knew Dmitri's father was a troublesome figure but he hadn't been extremely forthcoming about the details and she hadn't bothered him for them, as it looked like a sensitive subject. She hadn't told him everything about her past and didn't expect him to do the same.
Her eyes went wide and she almost dropped the coffee cup in surprise. In stead she slowly put it on the table, her eyes wide in shock and wondering if she needed to put her hands up to show she was unarmed. Right now she was just relieved she hadn't been caught making a sandwich as that would probably have involved holding a knife. The girl seemed a little young to be an assasin but by now her mind was racing along to scenario's that made that seem plausible and she had to hold herself back from diving into a full on panic.
Dmitri saved the day as she practically heard him race down the stairs. Well, she figured it had to be him since she didn't think she could handle more strangers yelling at her in foreign languages. But she was right, as Dmitri was there in seconds, only half dressed with a look of slight distress on his face. It faded soon enough, but his first words were Russian, which didn't exactly help her situation. She was wondering if she needed to leave. If she'd somehow made a mistake by asking him to see his place. Her mind was all over the place, contemplating as many of the possible scenario's as was possible in the short space of time before he switched to English and introduced her to Dasha, his little sister.
A very weak smile appeared on her face. She wasn't quite sure what to think. Part of her just wanted to restore the peace by running off and leaving the entire mess behind her, but her wand was upstairs and she wasn't about to leave without a wand or a cellphone. Then again, it was starting to seem a bit tempting with the stress she was currently experiencing. This felt like it might have been a bit of a bad mistake. She looked between them for a moment, feeling a bit more calm, although in no way more certain of the right path to take. "Uhm.. hi?" She said with an awkward wave, not quite daring to move. "Should I leave?" She asked, standing up slowly and putting the cup back in the sink. She gave Dmitri an uncertain glance, not quite sure how to handle the situation. She just had to contain whatever emotions she was currently experiencing until she at least was out the door or this thing was resolved.
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Mar 8, 2020 6:51:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2020 6:51:50 GMT -7
The next thing that Dasha heard besides the sound of the woman's setting down a cup was hurried footsteps. Dmitri bolted into the kitchen and moved between the two of them, clearly just as alarmed as she had been, and there was something else that she hadn't anticipated. He looked almost exasperated.
"Dashyenka, I'm fine."
At least he wasn't harmed. That was the important thing, and it looked as though perhaps she had awoken him with her yelling. Was that why he wasn't concerned? That he wasn't quite fully awake yet or aware of what was happening?
"This is Heleen." He turned to the girl sitting at the table, speaking to her next. "Heleen, this is my sister, Dasha."
Gradually, she let down her guard as he introduced her and Heleen to one another. Dasha kept her eyes locked on Heleen from behind Dmitri as she greeted her in English and offered to leave.
It took another moment for Dasha to begin to relax, heart still pounding because of the encounter. Aside from knowing that the woman's name was Heleen, that hadn't done much to tell her why she was suddenly in their kitchen. She then remembered just how nice Dmitri had looked the previous night, before he had left home to go out.
Oh.
Dasha's face reddened, having put two and two together. She looked between Dmitri and Heleen, suddenly having forgotten how to speak in either of the two languages she knew. He could have warned her that he was bringing someone home, she thought, still unsure of what to say to Heleen. She looked pleasant, at least, and Dasha supposed that she could see why there was attraction there. That didn't answer everything, though, and Heleen seemed more… wholesome than to be from a similar background to their own.
"Hello," Dasha eventually spoke, still unsure about Heleen's presence as she stepped away from Dmitri again. It didn't seem likely that Heleen was going to harm either of them, luckily, but she remained cautious.
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Mar 8, 2020 14:26:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2020 14:26:58 GMT -7
Dmitri had messed up. He realized that now. But being open was just so hard. He had told Heleen more about his past than he had told since he decided to turn things around. But he didn't know if there was any recovery for this one. Dmitri had to think to speak in English, but his mind was quickly settling into it's normal patterns. Flashing back to such traumatic times really did a number on him. He realized that Heleen was probably freaking out in some way. It wasn't something that you normally expected when you were dating someone as a young adult. And Dmitri hadn't done anything to help the situation. That was a mistake. Dmitri could still tell that Heleen wasn't sure about the situation, but he felt some relieve as she sheepishly addressed his sister. "Should I leave?" Well, then there was that. Dmitri didn't want her to meet his sister like this, but now that she had, he wanted to make things right.
He moved towards Heleen, "You don't have to leave. I should have told you sooner." He stated, just after Dasha seemed to find her voice again.
He looked at his sister and smiled, knowing what she must have felt. The two were raised to be wary of strangers, and to attack first and ask questions later "Don't worry Dashyenka. I wouldn't let anyone come here that I didn't already trust." He reassured the girl. He couldn't believe that he was such an idiot. But he was sure that his sister would have started to puck up on some of his signs, but he was sure that they would have to have a good long conversation about this after Heleen does leave.
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Mar 9, 2020 12:55:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2020 12:55:08 GMT -7
Heleen could feel herself desperately longing for a physical connection to reassure her that this entire thing was a misunderstanding, but she couldn't manage to ask. She wondered if he realised that, as he moved closer not more than a moment after she offered to leave. It wasn't so much that she wanted to stay, she just didn't want to feel like she wasn't welcome. Or that she had overstayed her welcome and had misunderstood his intentions. She felt some relief as he closed some of the distance between them and could feel a slight smile on her face. It was going to be fine, right?
She stretched her hand out towards him a little bit, hoping it would go mostly or completely unnoticed by Dasha. "Nice to meet you Dasha. Sorry that I gave you such a fright. I didn't realise...." She trailed off, uncertain about what to say next. She didn't even know about her before that moment and she didn't know if Dmitri had shared much about their relationship (could she call it that?) with his sister. Her heart sparked just a little as Dmitri said that he trusted her. It was still odd that all Dasha knew about her was her name, but she wasn't exactly sure how to describe the relationship they had at this point. She then turned her attention to Dmitri and smiled as she shrugged slightly. "I don't mind. I mean, it might have been a bit nicer for both of us to have a more quiet start to the morning but figure it's to protect your sister. I know my brother would probably have done the same." She smiled softly, her feelings a little too easy to see in her eyes as she searched his. "I think it's kind of sweet. It shows you care."
She then turned back to Dasha. "Would you like me to make us all breakfast to make up for the mess? I'm not a great cook but I can fix something that should at least be decent enough. Unless you'd all prefer to just sleep in, of course. I'll just drink some water and... " she shrugged. She'd read a book or simply just go to her work to escape the rather awkward encounter and take her mind off things. It was a bit much to handle for her that early in the morning, even if she was by all means a morning person these days. She just hoped the breakfast as peace offering would be well received.
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Mar 21, 2020 22:18:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2020 22:18:56 GMT -7
Even if Heleen was trustworthy, Dasha hadn't warmed to her just yet and remained hesitant even as Heleen said that it was nice to meet her. It wasn't that she didn't trust Dmitri's judgment; she did, but she wasn't exactly used to his bringing home women—or a woman, singular. She hadn't met very many people at all since coming to Britain, and the life that she and Dmitri had had in Russia had given her every reason to treat others' motives with suspicion. How long would it be before Heleen was gone? Not just out of their home that time, but out of their lives? She seemed like the type to get scared off, Dasha thought. If getting yelled at in Russian by a fifteen-year-old girl had spooked her as much as it had, she would be no match for their pasts.
Dasha listened as Heleen addressed Dmitri, talking about how she thought it was "kind of sweet" that Dmitri was protective of her and that it showed that he cared. He had to, Dasha thought to herself, or no one else would have—certainly not their father. Besides their sister, who was still in Russia, they were all each other had.
Surprisingly, Heleen then turned her attention to her, and… she was offering to make them breakfast as an apology? "I'm not a great cook," she said, "but I can fix something that should at least be decent enough. Unless you'd all prefer to just sleep in, of course. I'll just drink some water and…"
Again, Dasha looked to Dmitri in confusion. Was this a British thing? Did people normally offer breakfast after they…? Whatever the case was, she wasn't sure if she should take up Heleen's offer. She rarely had an actual breakfast unless Dmitri had the time, and neither of them were trained in the kitchen. It was almost tempting, but she was wary. "Why didn't you tell her about me?" she questioned in Russian, trying to keep the manner in which she spoke from cluing Heleen in on the fact that they weren't discussing breakfast.
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Mar 22, 2020 14:09:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 14:09:57 GMT -7
Dmitri felt pulled in two different directions. One, he wanted to be with Heleen, to take her in his arms, and to assure her that everything was going to be ok. On the other, He wanted to talk with Dashyenka and explain himself, that blood was thicker and made them closer than anything else. He had always kept his romantic life away from his family. He didn't know what to do now. Dmitri felt frozen in stone, unable to move. He couldn't choose one or the other. What would happen? He suspected that Heleen may not trust him after this, what was to trust. He knew that he had betrayed her, in a way, by not telling her everything. His relationship with his sister was strong, forged over years of shared torment, but the relationship he had with Heleen was new.
Dmitri saw Helene carefully reach towards him, and he inched closer, still feeling frozen, stuck where he was. He longed to be with her, but he had vowed to stay with, and protect his sister. Could he have both? The only thing that assured Dmitri that he hadn't completely turned to stone, was the feel of his hart still pounding in his chest, and through his vanes. The adrenaline rush still not over. He could feel his muscles tense, as if preparing for a fight. When his eyes met Heleen and she spoke, he could feel himself relaxing a little bit. That was odd. He didn't tend to relax like this when his body was bracing for an impact of some sort. "I don't mind. I mean, it might have been a bit nicer for both of us to have a more quiet start to the morning but figure it's to protect your sister." at her words, he looked down, unable to face the truth of his mistake. But she seemed to understand why he had done it. He looked back up as his now awake mind processed this. He could see the truth in her eyes ad she searched his own broken soul. What did he do to deserve this? Had he deserved this? Was she too good for his tainted past? He was trying to do better, but doing and trying were very different things. But he allowed a small smile to escape him, one just for her.
Heleen offered to make breakfast, and Dmitri held his breath. He was unsure the reaction his sister would have to this hole thing. She had been quite quiet for the time. This wasn't uncommon. The two of them had been trained to assess the situation and then act accordingly, so that they could gain money from their target. That wasn't they way that they had to live anymore, but the habits still remained. Then he heard his sisters voice, Russian. Being his natural tongue, he processed it immediately. He turned around to face his younger sister, not moving away from Heleen. "I did it to protect you Dashyenka, but perhaps that was selfish of me" He replied in a calmly in Russian. Looking over his shoulder he smiled at Heleen, not his true smile, one that was meant to reassure that everything was alright. He switched to English "Breakfast would be great"
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Mar 26, 2020 9:14:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2020 9:14:28 GMT -7
People always wanted something. Some wanted a quiet life without disturbance. Some wanted love. Some wanted to be the greatest out there. Everybody wanted something and were looking to get it from others. It was entirely possible that Dasha just wanted to be left alone, which would make sense. While Heleen hadn't gotten a lot of information about the backgrounds of Dasha and Dmitri she knew enough to know their life had been far too dangerous. Not that she'd known before know that Dasha had existed, but that kind of proved the point for as far as she was concerned. Heleen did one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, if one considered meddling in the things that made up the very fabric of reality dangerous, but it was a very different kind of dangerous. Back in the Netherlands, one of her coworkers had lost her father in the department of mysteries. It turned out he'd wondered into the space room and had never come back out again. Lost in space forever. It seemed like an odd kind of ending to a life. She'd never told anybody else that of course, but at times she worried about the way she might one day disappear. The thought his past was dangerous enough to get her killed didn't really seem to resonate with her.
Dasha didn't answer her question though, and Heleen had to wait for the small interaction between her and Dmitri before getting an anwer. Still the smile he'd given her was enough to reassure her that this was not her doing and that this wasn't the end of the path they walked together. For as far as she was concerned their paths were joined and she had not intentions of stepping away. She was braver than she gave herself credit for, although she didn't realise it. If she found things to have enough value she'd easily fight with all she had to protect and keep it. There was a quiet force within that slumbered but could easily wake if it was called for. Love with passion. He told her breakfast would be great and Heleen simply nodded and considered it an invitation to search the things that she'd require to make a half decent meal. She glanced at Dasha. "Do you have any allergies I should keep in mind? Also, if you prefer to get your wand I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind." She said with a smile at the both of them. Feeling safe was important and she herself didn't worry too much. She opened the fridge and her nose scrunched up a little as she looked around. She had no idea what they usually had for breakfast. Her personal choices were very... Dutch.
"I could do omelets or scrambled eggs on toast?" She suggested to the both of them a bit uncertainly. "I usually just eat a sandwich with chocolate sprinkles at home. Or cheese, depending on if I feel like a healthier breakfast." She mused, half to Dmitri and half to thin air. She started grabbing a few pans and eggs, just in case it was fine, although searching in a house she did not know felt silly. She'd opened at least 3 cupboards that had everything she didn't need in them and she was starting to feel a lot more awkward about this entire thing, although she didn't feel like being here was a bad thing. Just a little something to get used to.
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Mar 29, 2020 7:17:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2020 7:17:26 GMT -7
Dmitri explained that he hadn't told Heleen about her in order to protect her—her, Dasha, and not Heleen—but that maybe it had been selfish of him. If Heleen was as good and as trustworthy as she was supposed to be, Dasha had to question what reason her brother had for why she need to be protected from her. She wanted to understand his thought process, though she knew why he protected her in general.
"Breakfast would be great," she heard Dmitri confirm in English, as though their brief exchange in Russian hadn't been about the mess of a situation that they were in.
If someone had asked Dasha to predict Heleen's next question, directed towards her, she would have failed. "Do you have any allergies I should keep in mind?" she asked, though that wasn't the end of what she said. She added that it was alright for her to get her wand if she needed it and that she was sure Dmitri wouldn't mind.
"I should not use my wand except for schoolwork," Dasha replied firmly. She knew that she wasn't supposed to, that it was technically illegal otherwise because she was still underage. As long as Heleen wasn't going to try to hurt her or Dmitri, she wouldn't need it. Especially after the wand-related comment, she felt slightly uncomfortable about the allergen question, although she had no allergies and wouldn't have had anything to which she was allergic in her own kitchen. She could read Heleen's demeanor well enough to know that it wasn't a tactic to catch her off her guard, but she wasn't used to strangers who did anything out of the goodness of their hearts. "I do not have allergies," she added, and only a few preferences.
Dasha had learned to take what was offered to her, which was typically the choice between whatever was available and going hungry instead. It felt a little bit intrusive, again, as Heleen moved to their refrigerator. They might not have kept their secrets in there, except for the fact that neither of them really cooked much. She was the one who was usually home, she considered, and not Dmitri.
"I could do omelets or scrambled eggs on toast?" Heleen seemed to hesitate. It wasn't as though the two of them kept their kitchen thoroughly stocked, and nothing was at all gourmet. "I usually just eat a sandwich with chocolate sprinkles at home. Or cheese, depending on if I feel like a healthier breakfast."
Still puzzled by Heleen—and now by her usual choice of breakfast foods—Dasha watched as she took out some eggs and a pan and then proceeded to look hopelessly through their kitchen cupboards. If only to save her brother and herself from having their things searched through, Dasha gave her brother an exasperated glance and then pointedly followed Heleen with a sigh. Quickly, she found and set out any of the other supplies that she could think to grab—a bowl and spatula and a handful of other utensils. "Here."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2020 18:35:18 GMT -7
It was a slow process, but Dmitri felt himself loosening up, the adrenaline finally gone, and things finding its way into some sort of normal. He just hopped that Dashyenka would take the time to get to know Heleen. He felt connected to Heleen, in a way that he never had before. Had he told her everything? No. But there was time for that. And the more he told her, and the more time he spent with her, the more he realized that she was strong and brave, just maybe less sure about it, but she would get there.
He was used to hiding things, and flipping from one thing to another, that was part of the con that he had learned from their father. It was better to put on the fasad that nothing was wrong. Heleen set off to work after he told her that breakfast was a good idea, perhaps it would help break some ice. And she was so considerate, asking about any allergies, and about getting her wand.
The Krovopuskov children started learning magic at a young age, perhaps younger than they should have, but their teacher always had a rule, that they only used magic during the lessons. The teacher would sometimes even hold their wands for them so that they wouldn't be tempted. Dmitri wasn't so strict, but he still kept the same rule. Their past was filled with, not so legal, things, and they were lucky they weren't caught. He didn't want to risk anything now that they were trying to be good honest people. Dashyenka made sure to say that and Dmitri had to agree "Dasha's right. She only uses her wand when we are working classwork" He smiled at Heleen, there was no way that she would know. "It is a nice thought, but we try to do what we can without magic in between lessons"
"I usually just eat a sandwich with chocolate sprinkles at home. Or cheese, depending on if I feel like a healthier breakfast." Dmitri let out a small laugh, Heleen was good at putting him at ease, and he hopped that she would do the same for his sister. Dmitri did feel a little guilty as Heleen moved to the fridge and opened it. Neither of them were good at cooking, and so, they rarely did. She pulled out eggs...his first thought was "We have eggs" It had been a little while from when he last looked at the fridge, but he was sure they weren't bad.
His sister moved to help Heleen. Maybe she was warming up? Or, the more likely, she was probably doing what she could to keep some privacy n their home. The second was probably closer, especially after the look she gave him. Dmitri moved to the counter and leaned on it. "Whatever is fine Heleen." Finally feeling more ate ease. "Thank you for pulling those out Dashyenka."
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Apr 8, 2020 12:36:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 12:36:30 GMT -7
Heleen was not very comfortable, even if she tried to put the mess aside. She'd offered the option of the wand mostly for feeling safe. If something were to happen, well self defence was always legal. She smiled a bit uncertainly. "Self defence is always legal. Even when I couldn't use my wand outside of school yet I kept in on my at all times. It made me feel safe, even though I had little to worry about." She said, turning from the pair to hide her embarrassment in breakfast. It was better to focus on that, apart from the tiny little detail that she had no idea where she could find anything and ended up kind of clumsily floundering about. Even though Dashyenka saved her part of the awkwardness by giving her what she needed, the tension only seemed to rise and the atmosphere did not feel particularly friendly.
Heleen was starting to get to the point where she wanted to make an excuse to leave and do so fast. Maybe she could say her brother was due to arrive? He was less predictable and could possibly show up at her door regardless. She didn't expect any visitors but saying that she did could possibly ease a transition out of the unpleasantness of this particular situation. Well, she promised breakfast so that part had to be completed before she could logically leave. She mentally signed but made sure her outward attitude wasn't in any way rude and hopefully not alarming either. She muttered a soft word of thanks to Dmitri's sister and started to crack a few eggs for breakfast. At the very least she could rest assured that Dashyenka was not allergic to anything she might put on the table, which was a comfort. Cooking for people with a food allergy wasn't new to her, but it remained a challenge nonetheless. Especially if she got caught unprepared, which she very much was in this case.
The only comfort was that Dmitri himself seemed a bit more relaxed by now. It was nice that he managed to keep his head cool. It reassured her that nothing at work would be different and they could still continue the project as normal. Since work was the closest thing to normal she currently had to hold on to she mentally starting going over spells to use on her next prototype for their project. Considering the amount of time she'd already spent on that she faltered too fast, causing her to frown as she mixed the eggs in the pan absentmindedly. She still had a few other project waiting to get started on. She was considering requesting the building of a new set of time turners with the head of the department but those involved a fair amount of risk. Perhaps one of the other rooms still had a project to work on. She considered some form of detector to find out if muggle objects had been enchanted but that seemed a little bit too easy. Perhaps something that could identify curses or other magical effects? There were so many options yet open. She finally started to relax a little again, as her mind settled into her happy place. Work.
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Apr 15, 2020 12:18:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2020 12:18:08 GMT -7
Even as Dmitri backed her up that she didn't use magic for anything other than her schoolwork, it was Heleen—and not Dmitri, shockingly—who raised the point that self-defense was always legal. Dasha kept her mouth shut about that, though; she didn't need to let Heleen know how close she would have been to going that route when they had first encountered one another. If she hadn't known about her existence, thought Dasha, there was no way that she would have known about anything else in their past. It would have to come out eventually—if Dmitri and Heleen actually stayed together—but that felt to Dasha like a distant possibility. Ever since she and Dmitri had come from Russia, they had tried to be "normal". They were around too many "Muggles"—as they called them in Britain—in Little Hangleton not to try to be model citizens. They had never asked for the lives that they had had in Russia, anyway; it was because of their father that they had had the… experiences that they had.
After Dmitri told Heleen that whatever she came up with would be fine, and after Dasha herself had gone to save her from having to look around their entire kitchen for just a few supplies, Heleen got to work on making their breakfast, and Dasha moved quickly out of the kitchen to avoid getting in her way. She watched as Heleen cooked, trying to see if there was anything that Heleen did differently from what little she was capable of making. It wouldn't kill her to have some better skills in the kitchen, Dasha considered.
"The eggs will be plain…" Dasha observed to Dmitri in amused Russian. Save for maybe salt and pepper, it wasn't as though they kept many spices on hand. They probably should have, but it wasn't as though that was much of a priority for them. (They also didn't typically have people cooking for them, which made it awfully strange to look on while someone did.)
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