Taking The Night ``Demitria

[Theodore Nott]

::Finally the season have begun to change. The cool fresh spring air swept along the darkening streets of Hogsmeade, and Theodore strolled along the cobbles ever so slowly, taking deep refreshing breaths. The evening really couldn't be more lovely, not many out, and about to get in the way of the wandering wizard.::

::He followed along the empty lane knowing an old iron bench lay just ahead, and he could sit on it for a bit, and enjoy the stars that just started to shine.::

::Once at the bench, Theodore gracefully draped himself upon it, eyes held fast to the sky. There wasn't a sound to be heard at that moment, and it truly felt as if he was the only wizard in the world.::

[Demitria Strelnikov]

::A light wind swept through the street and Demitria was glad for the small fur coat she had decided to throw on at the last minute. She thought she had gotten used to the mild winters of England, but it continued to throw curveballs at her. Truthfully though, she was just glad she didn't have to wear as much clothes as a Natroshka. She expertfully wound her way through the snow, looking sourly at it. The snow was no one's friend and the English didn't seem to realize that. Get stuck in the snow in Russia for one hour and it would kill you.::

:: The tiny 6th year decided to ignore the white fluff at her feet. That wasn't the reason she had desperatly wanted to get out of the school. Instead, she threw her small, doll-like head back and looked at the materializing stars. Her father would be up there now. And she didn't want anyone to know. She didn't want to deal with humanity. Her lips parted in a small smile. The bane of her existence was gone. The arranged marriage Taras had set up was dissolved. It was the most wonderful coming of age present anyone could have received.::

::She was free::

[Theodore Nott]

::The sound of tiny footsteps falling reached Theodore's ears as he sat, gazing up at the ever brightening stars above. He didn't give away he heard someone was approaching. Instead, he remained still, seemingly lost in the vision before him as he listened.::

::As the steps drew closer he could plainly hear they were that of a witch, and from the direction in which they fell, he can also gather that they belong to a student.::

::The hour is far too late for any sort of Hogsmeade weekend. A smirk touches his lips, and he turns his cheek toward the nearing wanderer.::

::His velvety voice carries on the cold breeze.::

Headmaster Snape is going to be most disappointed to learn one of his students is breaking school rules.

[Demitria Strelnikov]

::The cold, emotionless stars were taking her breath away. There was nothing else in the world except the burning pinpoints of light far above her. Nothing except a voice that suddenly melts its way like chocolate into her frozen world.

Headmaster Snape is going to be most disappointed to learn one of his students is breaking school rules.

::Strelnikov snaps back to reality and mentally chides herself for being caught unaware. She looks quickly around the street until she notices a still form lying on a bench not far from her.::

What Headmaster Snape doesn't know won't hurt anyone.

::Her voice was dark, still with a heavy Russian accent even though she had been going to Hogwarts for six entire years. She had only recently begun to avoid dropping her articles, but many qualities of her native tounge remained in her voice. ::

[Theodore Nott]

::The sound of the witch's voice was a bit surprising to Theodore. It's not that he hasn't heard a Russian accent before, it's the fact he doesn't often get to her one.::

::Gracefully, Theodore pulls himself up on the bench, turning his eyes to land on the tiny witch. A brow lifts as he takes in the girl's doll like features, she seems so frail.::

Who ever would tell him?

::Theo glances around as if looking for someone that would be a tattler on the empty streets.::

[Demitria Strelnikov]

::A quick smirk plays onto Demitria's lips before dissapearing into a passive expression. She crossed her arms unconsiously before answering.::

Exactly my point. I don't expect anyone to tell him.

::A dark blonde curl slips out of it's hold and falls infront of one of Strelnikov's eyes. She quickly scowls and moves to put it back.::

[Theodore Nott]

::Pushes himself off the bench, his black cloak flowing over his long slender form. He lifts a hand to brush away the hair at his eyes, holding them on her, and moves around to the back of the bench.::

::Chuckles soft at her comment, he's confident he had caught her by surprise.::

I think you might expect too much.

::Leans against the back of the bench, folding his arms over his chest.::

I have the inkling you didn't expect anyone to catch you sneaking out, and yet here we are.

[Demitria Strelnikov]

:: She has a graceful frown on her face as she watches him stand across from her. She shrugs. ::

That may be so. I knew the risk when I left.

::A small smile fleetingly crossed her lips when she thought of her dead father. She didn't have anything to worry about anymore. She drew her attention back to the man infront of her. She vaugley regonized him from school a few years prior, but couldn't recall his name.::

((sorry, my muse is dwindiling xP ))