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*Kolyander* · 02-14-2021, 03:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

In everything that was holy, Ilya wanted to kneel in gratitude to whatever force that had the girl stop. WHEW. His hair color, which had changed to bright red during the drumming, had faded back to normal; blonde. He wasn't sure about what colour his eyes were assuming at the moment, but he imagined they were piercing blue... hopefully not the neon green that scared the beejeesus out of that kid the other day.

As soon as the girl's hands stilled and they were on her lap, he dropped his and approached her. She looked quite invested in her playing-- no, he shouldn't call this playing. Out of respect for all drummers aroun the world. "Wow, frustrated much?" The sarcasm in his voice was clear. He wasn't unfriendly, though, just being himself. When he was by one of the chairs next to the drumset, he plopped down. His book sat on his lap and he lifted his leg to rest his ankle at his knee. "Do you... have too much homework or...?" Why exactly was she this frustrated was what he was trying to understand.

The Alliance followers being the reason did not even cross his mind at this point. Probably because they never bothered him? He had his deep thoughts about them when they joined their classes and when Bernie was around (which he managed to successfully avoid his friend so far), but other than that, he was not bothered. He felt safe. He was pureblood, afterall.

Yes, she had been making a whole lot of noise but in all honesty, Lia, didn't think it had been all that bad. She had heard far worse. Perhaps she would've told him so but his hair was very distracting. The bright red fading into a very nice shade of blonde was highly distracting. Almost as much as those striking blue eyes. Don't mind her for staring for several moments until the color changes settled. "How did you do that?"

Still distracted by his hair and eyes, she missed the sarcasm in his words. Not that it mattered because she wouldn't have cared and her answer wouldn't have changed. "You can call it that." It was much more than simply frustration. Why was he sitting down... and with a book? If her drumming bothered him, why was he staying? She didn't care that he was in here but she wasn't planning on stopping what she was doing before he had walked in.

Homework. What did the amount of homework she had matter to him? "I finished it." All of it. She liked to complete all her assignments as quickly as possible so that she didn't forget about them. It also gave her lots of free time to do anything else that she wanted to do. Like make a whole ton of noise on the drums.

Lightly bouncing her foot up and down in an attempt to keep from returning to her 'drumming', she eyed the older blonde curiously. "Are you planning on staying in here?" If that came out sounding rude she hadn't meant it to.

02-14-2021, 03:03 PM	#21 (permalink)
Kolyander Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: Everywhere Posts: 15,932 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hadleigh Renee Paton (DarkGreen) Slytherin Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Bryony Rose Paton (#FF69B4) Slytherin Fourth Year x12	Otter This World ♡ Catpurrccino ♡ Slotherin ♡ Pandamonium Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul In everything that was holy, Ilya wanted to kneel in gratitude to whatever force that had the girl stop. WHEW. His hair color, which had changed to bright red during the drumming, had faded back to normal; blonde. He wasn't sure about what colour his eyes were assuming at the moment, but he imagined they were piercing blue... hopefully not the neon green that scared the beejeesus out of that kid the other day. As soon as the girl's hands stilled and they were on her lap, he dropped his and approached her. She looked quite invested in her playing-- no, he shouldn't call this playing. Out of respect for all drummers aroun the world. "Wow, frustrated much?" The sarcasm in his voice was clear. He wasn't unfriendly, though, just being himself. When he was by one of the chairs next to the drumset, he plopped down. His book sat on his lap and he lifted his leg to rest his ankle at his knee. "Do you... have too much homework or...?" Why exactly was she this frustrated was what he was trying to understand. The Alliance followers being the reason did not even cross his mind at this point. Probably because they never bothered him? He had his deep thoughts about them when they joined their classes and when Bernie was around (which he managed to successfully avoid his friend so far), but other than that, he was not bothered. He felt safe. He was pureblood, afterall. Yes, she had been making a whole lot of noise but in all honesty, Lia, didn't think it had been all that bad. She had heard far worse. Perhaps she would've told him so but his hair was very distracting. The bright red fading into a very nice shade of blonde was highly distracting. Almost as much as those striking blue eyes. Don't mind her for staring for several moments until the color changes settled. "How did you do that?" Still distracted by his hair and eyes, she missed the sarcasm in his words. Not that it mattered because she wouldn't have cared and her answer wouldn't have changed. "You can call it that." It was much more than simply frustration. Why was he sitting down... and with a book? If her drumming bothered him, why was he staying? She didn't care that he was in here but she wasn't planning on stopping what she was doing before he had walked in. Homework. What did the amount of homework she had matter to him? "I finished it." All of it. She liked to complete all her assignments as quickly as possible so that she didn't forget about them. It also gave her lots of free time to do anything else that she wanted to do. Like make a whole ton of noise on the drums. Lightly bouncing her foot up and down in an attempt to keep from returning to her 'drumming', she eyed the older blonde curiously. "Are you planning on staying in here?" If that came out sounding rude she hadn't meant it to. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Bread!