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Post by IVANKA ADELE KRUM on Apr 8, 2012 4:40:41 GMT -5
 Puts on her best smile But underneath she's a broken girl Ivanka was attempting to do her homework. Attempting was the word. She found that she would much rather be sneaking down to the kitchens to steal a bottle or two of Firewhiskey. She would also fancy heading out into the grounds to smoke. Instead, she was here in the Ravenclaw common room trying to write a Transfiguration essay. Iva sighed, before nearly banging her head on the table. That might finally cause everyone to think that her father's divorce was too much for her. Perhaps she should do that. She could have a day off in the Hospital Wing. She didn't have to attend lessons if she was in the Hospital Wing.
The blonde pondered over that thought, twirling her quill. Maybe not, it would involve causing physical pain to herself. And if there was one thing Ivanka didn't like, it was pain. If emotional trauma caused her to change, Merlin knew what physical pain would do to her. Right. Transfiguration. Iva forced herself to look at the book. Words floated in front of her as she read the pages. She would copy down what she thought the Professor wanted to see. Writing her name with a flourish, Ivanka started on her essay.
Perhaps she'd pay a visit to Marko tomorrow. Before she headed for the kitchens and got Firewhiskey. Yes, that sounded like a plan. Ivanka tapped her leg on the ground, copying the entire paragraph on Animagus. Oh, crap. She had to write what her animal form would be? Well, how was she to know? The blonde pouted, before placing the quill back down. Her patronus was a crane. Or rather, it looked like one. Maybe she'd be a crane as well. A fat lot of good a crane would be. Ivanka picked up the quill, scribbing down her answer. “I could really use a drink now.” She muttered, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. * lysander -- TAG * 317 -- WORDS * wearing this -- CLOTHES * lalala -- NOTES |
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Post by lysander on Apr 9, 2012 12:08:11 GMT -5
 I WILL BE THE RAZOR, BABY, I WILL BE THE PILL Being Head Boy was proving to be a lot more work than he’d ever expected. Sure, when he’d been given the badge and offered the position, he never dreamed of turning it down. His parents were extremely proud of him, and he was happy to have been given the honor. Lysander had expected that he would have a lot of responsibility, but not to the extent that he was currently seeing. He wasn’t one to get so worked up about something, though, so he owned it up to being the start of school. He had to lead all the prefects, assist them in their duties, and attend countless meetings with different staff members and heads of houses. Thankfully Violetta was a tolerable person (not that many people really rubbed him the wrong way). It was nice to have a pleasant partner.
However, there was something even more surreal than being thrown into the administration of the school as its top student representative. He was no longer living in Ravenclaw Tower, rather in the Head Boy’s chambers, which were part of the prefects’ wing. He and Violetta shared a private common room, off of which they each had their own bedroom and bathroom. The exit to their wing was an entrance to the prefects’ common room, off of which was the notorious prefects’ bathroom, with its famous tub and bubble spouts. It was an interesting place to live. He’d never really spent much time in there as a prefect, because he much preferred being in the library when studying, or being with his friends in Ravenclaw Tower. Now, he really had no choice, but he didn’t mind. It was just sort of bizarre.
Which is why he made his way up to Ravenclaw Tower a couple times a week. He liked to go see his brother and other friends. So many good times were had in that common room, and he wasn’t quite ready to let it all go yet. Plus, it was a nice escape from all of his duties, and his homework. That was the one perk of his own room, a perfectly quiet place to study. After answering the knocker’s riddle, Lysander entered, and was surprised to find an empty common room. Well, almost empty. There was a petite girl with a mess of blonde hair double over her books, looking particularly unhappy to be where she was, engaging in whatever homework was before her. Lysander cracked a small smile, and made his way over towards her, relatively silently. “Non-alcoholic, yes? Or I’ll have to take this up with the Headmaster.” He smiled, raising his eyebrows, making a joke about his new status to his old friend.
TAGS: Ivanka Krum
WORDS: 449
OUTFIT: Jeans and a plain blue t-shirt with RAVENCLAW across the chest.
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Post by IVANKA ADELE KRUM on Apr 13, 2012 22:37:17 GMT -5
Puts on her best smile But underneath she's a broken girl Ivanka thought of how somewhere in this castle, right now, there was a party going on. She assumed there was a party, because well, she wanted to be there. Cute boys, booze, loud music, dancing. Oh, all the things she loved to do. Perhaps she could convince Marko to hold a party with her. There should be girls he wanted to invite to the party right? Some girls that he wanted to impress. Throwing a party would be the way. Or so Ivanka thought. That would be the reason Ivanka would use. Not that she cared about the girls Marko wanted to impress. They never failed to annoy her in some way or form. Iva knew that she didn’t want anyone to come in between her and her brother. She shook her head and looked back at her essay.
When was this essay due anyway? Probably tomorrow. If she was lucky, perhaps two days later. It was most likely tomorrow. She scrunched up her face, trying to remember what the Professor said. She couldn’t recall. She sighed again, nearly jumping when someone replied her earlier question. Ivanka looked up and saw the handsome face of one Lysander Scamander. Iva loved the way his name rolled out her tongue. “Lysander Scamander.” She said out loud, smiling at him. “You have an awesome name, you know that?” Iva had probably told him that way too many times for him to count. “And yes, of course. Non-alcoholic. Wouldn’t dream of breaking the rules in front of the Head Boy. He might deduct points from me or throw me in detention. Then I might not have time for parties, I mean, studies.” Ivanka smiled again at Lysander, rather innocently.
Now that she had the company of a friend, Ivanka was more or less going to ignore the half written essay she had on the table. There were tons of things Ivanka would rather be doing than that essay. Besides, Lysander had been very busy and Ivanka wanted to catch up with him. “Take a seat, Head Boy. Maybe you should tell me the rules again, so I won’t risk being caught.” The blonde didn’t have much of an interest in the rules, but she could just sit here and listen to Lysander talk. And watch him talk, of course. He was much too good looking not to look at him. Then again, so was his twin brother. The Scamander twins were such eye candy. Other girls agreed with her, she knew.
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Post by lysander on Apr 18, 2012 22:00:42 GMT -5
I WILL BE THE RAZOR, BABY, I WILL BE THE PILL She sounded out her name, and he nodded his head accordingly, in such a modest way as to recognize it and agree with her without seeming too excited about the matter. He was quite partial to his name, actually. It did have a very nice ring to it, and he definitely felt that it was fitting for him. Lorcan, as well. His entire family was made up of interesting people that had quirky names to fit their very individual personalities. Names weren’t passed down, they were presented. To each his own, if you will. Rolf and Luna had their heads in the right spot for that at least.
“Who knows what I’m capable of,” he said, letting his eyebrows jolt quickly upwards for a split-second, turning his head so that his eyes could rest on her while he did so. He slid into the seat across from her at her request and slouched into it slightly. He didn’t often slouch, but there was an air of ambivalent comfort about him at all times. It’s just how he was, really. Lysander wasn’t the sort of person to fidget or speak often, as sometimes the person across from him was. Not that she was a chatterbox. However, it seemed that she was attempting to do some work but simply failing miserably at her task. He was a very good focuser when he wanted to be. But, then again, he didn’t have much of a social life. Ivanka had more than enough of that.
He shook his head a little, smirking slightly. “No, no. I’d much rather hear about your summer.” They hadn’t had much time to catch up, and this was definitely a good opportunity for him to hear about everything that had been going on. He and Ivanka were pretty close, but in a peculiar way. It wasn’t like he owled her over the summer or anything- he wasn’t really like that with anyone. He didn’t like to confide (besides with Lorcan, but that’s his bloody twin!). “How was it for you, then?” he said, looking up a little to engage with whatever she told him.
TAGS: Ivanka Krum
WORDS: 355
OUTFIT: Jeans and a plain blue t-shirt with RAVENCLAW across the chest.
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Post by IVANKA ADELE KRUM on Apr 24, 2012 4:03:17 GMT -5
Puts on her best smile But underneath she's a broken girl Ivanka pouted briefly, before she looked over as he sat down across her. He had his own room now. He didn’t need to come over here except perhaps to look for someone. It might not have been her, but Ivanka was glad nonetheless that she happened to be here. It seemed the essay had been good for something after all. “My summer?” Ivanka repeated, shrugging. She had the displeasure of being seated next to a couple a few days ago. The girl chatted away so quickly that Ivanka was surprised the boyfriend even knew what she was talking about. Then again, all he did was to grab food from her plate instead of his own.
“Oh well, if you insist.” The blonde smiled briefly. “We went back to Bulgaria because you know, we hadn’t seen our father since he went back there. So we got all packed and ready to go. By we, I mean me and Marko. Have you ever taken a plane? It’s quite a fun experience. They really should have more sexy air stewards.” Iva said, not even reaching the main point of her story. “So we took a plane ride back there and…” She paused for dramatic effect. “No one was there to pick us up.” She took a moment to make a face at Lysander.
“Very very annoying. They arrived four hours after our plane touched down. On the plus side, I got nearly everything I asked for over the month I stayed with him. So that’s brilliant.” Iva said. They’d also met their father’s girlfriend who Ivanka attempted to dislike but found that she couldn’t. So she settled for being neutral. “And now it’s your turn. Or if you want to keep that a mystery, entertain me with a story.” Ivanka told him. She’d talked a fair bit and if Lysander said she talked a lot, she would remind him that he had asked about her summer. But she doubted he’d say that.
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Post by lysander on May 17, 2012 10:40:38 GMT -5
I WILL BE THE RAZOR, BABY, I WILL BE THE PILL He listened contentedly as Ivanka took him through her whirlwind of a story. As usual, she split off onto numerous tangents that he all found rather entertaining. When she asked if he’d taken a plane, he shook his head, then chuckled in turn when she mentioned good looking stewards. With her dramatic effect, he raised his eyebrows, staying silent as he usually did, allowing for her to continue her story. He resisted the urge to frown; he didn’t like the idea of Ivanka’s father being relatively absent from their lives. He was lucky to have such caring parents, and it was hard to hear about those who weren’t as lucky.
He nodded again as she continued, and inhaled contemplatively as she finished. He opened his mouth to begin a very subtle, short-winded version of his summer, but she inserted another comment about his ‘mysterious’ nature, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Many people thought him like that, when, really, he was just quiet. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone! He just didn’t find the need to babble about himself at all times. Lysander was a listener, that’s for sure.
“Well, this summer it was Germany.” He started, readjusting himself in his chair a little as he did. He was referring to the place that his parents had made their home for the summer; as naturalists, they were constantly moving around the world for different projects. “ The Black Forest. I spent a lot of time with my parents, because I’ll probably be shipping off somewhere to work after this, and who knows how often I’ll see them.” He had a very good idea of what was going to happen, but it was all in his head for the moment, as nothing was certain. He wanted to go to Romania and work with Charlie Weasley, a world-renowned dragon tamer. What with that, and the nature of his parents’ jobs, he didn’t think they would cross paths very often, which did sadden him. He and his family were all very close.
“But,” he said, trying to make a casual shift in conversation back to Ivanka. Even with her the subject of family was a little sore. He didn’t like lingering on something private like that. “We’re back here, aren’t we? How are your classes?”
TAGS: Ivanka Krum
WORDS: 383
OUTFIT: Jeans and a plain blue t-shirt with RAVENCLAW across the chest.
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