Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 6, 2012 20:34:45 GMT -5
It was hot out, but we've been over that before.
The wooden bench was a hard and uncomfortable seat, but despite that, Micha's face remained stoic and she didn't shift about like any other might have. In fact, the way she sat implied the spot she'd chosen was no less than perfect. Her legs were crossed, and her knee-length skirt puddled around her, baring a few inches of stocking-covered thigh. She wasn't an idiot; Quidditch Stadium meant broomsticks, and if they ended up having an impromptu flying lesson, she didn't mean for any upskirt incidents. If that heathen Whites did try anything, all he'd see was boring black stockings. Yes, it was a little too hot for layers, but Micha would bear anything if it meant she didn't have to bare anything. Her shirt was long-sleeved and buttoned up in front, and her hair was tied into two low pigtails, framing her face. The cooling charm she'd applied before so much as stepping foot out of the school kept even perspiration away, and so she sat, making the bleachers of the stadium her throne.
It was bad enough she had to partner with that moron Whites -- she did not want to be sweating all through it, as well. The Slytherin cast a narrow-eyed gaze down at the ground, one foot beginning to tap in what might have been irritation. Where was he, hmm? She'd known he would be late, had planned for it, even, but it still got under her skin. Micha could not abide tardies, and had been on time for nearly everything ever in her life. What really bugged her about the whole thing (besides Whites himself) was that she had sent Aleksei off to fetch the boy and they were still fifteen minutes late. She'd even given Aleksei the password to get into the Gryffindor Common Room. That part had been easy; the firstie she'd cornered had been ready and willing to give up the word with barely a cold stare on Micha's part.
One might wonder -- if she hated him so much, why on earth was she partnering with Whites? The answer was, of course, there'd been no other choice. Micha hadn't much understood the lesson, but what she'd gotten from it was they were supposed to exchange questions with someone... or something. That was how Whites had reexplained it anyway. He'd said they needed a 'partner' and then lamented how he couldn't find one. The thought of being forced to pair up with one of those Hufflepuffs had made Micha suggest -- ugh. She didn't even want to think about it, now. There was shame in even the thought of she, Micha Volkov, actively wanting Whites to be her partner in, well, anything. She allowed herself a scowl. If the moron did not show up soon, though, she would just find someone else, she decided. Even if they were a Hufflepuff.
[ooc; for Whites first, please. and rip Ray Bradbury]
The wooden bench was a hard and uncomfortable seat, but despite that, Micha's face remained stoic and she didn't shift about like any other might have. In fact, the way she sat implied the spot she'd chosen was no less than perfect. Her legs were crossed, and her knee-length skirt puddled around her, baring a few inches of stocking-covered thigh. She wasn't an idiot; Quidditch Stadium meant broomsticks, and if they ended up having an impromptu flying lesson, she didn't mean for any upskirt incidents. If that heathen Whites did try anything, all he'd see was boring black stockings. Yes, it was a little too hot for layers, but Micha would bear anything if it meant she didn't have to bare anything. Her shirt was long-sleeved and buttoned up in front, and her hair was tied into two low pigtails, framing her face. The cooling charm she'd applied before so much as stepping foot out of the school kept even perspiration away, and so she sat, making the bleachers of the stadium her throne.
It was bad enough she had to partner with that moron Whites -- she did not want to be sweating all through it, as well. The Slytherin cast a narrow-eyed gaze down at the ground, one foot beginning to tap in what might have been irritation. Where was he, hmm? She'd known he would be late, had planned for it, even, but it still got under her skin. Micha could not abide tardies, and had been on time for nearly everything ever in her life. What really bugged her about the whole thing (besides Whites himself) was that she had sent Aleksei off to fetch the boy and they were still fifteen minutes late. She'd even given Aleksei the password to get into the Gryffindor Common Room. That part had been easy; the firstie she'd cornered had been ready and willing to give up the word with barely a cold stare on Micha's part.
One might wonder -- if she hated him so much, why on earth was she partnering with Whites? The answer was, of course, there'd been no other choice. Micha hadn't much understood the lesson, but what she'd gotten from it was they were supposed to exchange questions with someone... or something. That was how Whites had reexplained it anyway. He'd said they needed a 'partner' and then lamented how he couldn't find one. The thought of being forced to pair up with one of those Hufflepuffs had made Micha suggest -- ugh. She didn't even want to think about it, now. There was shame in even the thought of she, Micha Volkov, actively wanting Whites to be her partner in, well, anything. She allowed herself a scowl. If the moron did not show up soon, though, she would just find someone else, she decided. Even if they were a Hufflepuff.
[ooc; for Whites first, please. and rip Ray Bradbury]