Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 1, 2010 6:16:46 GMT -5
She caught the glance the other gave her, though she did not know what to make of it. Micha Volkov was not used to adoring looks from her own gender, she was used to glares or indifference. Her usual cold demeanor did not do well among females in general. Leonora seemed to be different, however.
She looked over at the eternally pink-cheeked girl, dark eyes unblinking. She could easily tolerate this kind of company, which was to say, she would not mind seeing the girl again, and that was quite a change, especially coming from the Ice Princess Micha.
A Gryffindor? The poor girl was stuck with those insufferable Clout Brothers, it seemed. Micha commented on the matter almost absently, glancing back and forth between the two dresses. "It's strange, I haven't seen you before in any of the classes. I like the light purple one, by the way." And not just because it wasn't cut as skimpily as the other, rather, she preferred the color more. Red was such a bold color, it didn't seem to fit the sweet, almost shy Leonora.
"Both would look fine on you, however." Another smile cracked her features, summoned forth by that part of her that still thought herself needing of friends. "Did you need me to grab anything else?"
At Micha's suggestion, Leonora put the red dress down and took the lavender dress off its hanger. Just when she was about to try it on, another glance in the mirror reminded her that she was still wearing her slacks. Though there were some girls who wore pants under their dresses, Leonora didn't see herself as one of them. Then again, prior to a few hours before, she hadn't seen herself as a girl at all. When she was about to undo the button of her slacks, however, her eyes widened again in realization.
The entire front of her boxers was completely saturated, and the dark haired girl's presence in the room wasn't making it any better. Even if she turned around, it would still be rather strange to put on her dress and new robes and be a completely new person and still be wearing her old, boys' underwear.
"Oh, I'm in your classes. I mean, I've seen you around before a lot," Leonora said to her, "I was in that last potions class with you, you just probably didn't notice me." She smiled, "I can come sit by you in the next class, though. It could be fun!" After she'd offered her partnership in the next class, which Leonora wasn't even sure she could keep, she waited a moment before continuing.
"And," her eyes glanced away again, "if you want you can bring me some of those panties you showed me before. I wouldn't mind getting a new set while we're here." The young witch's brown eyes glanced up into Micha's dark eyes and laughed, "but you don't have to be here while I try those on."
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 1, 2010 7:35:52 GMT -5
She really didn't remember seeing Leonora in any of her classes before. She prided herself on her careful notice of her surroundings, so she did not see herself missing someone. She could be wrong, however. Potions, Leonora might have come in late, or something, she supposed.
"That Potions class was..." The girl made a face. "Students were kissing, and I had to-" She drew a breath to calm herself. "Whites. He is in your house. I would enjoy partnering with you, Leonora." At least then she would not have Whites' undesirable company forced on her again. "I will look forward to it."
Leonora needed more undergarments, which made Micha raise a brow, but she left again anyway, gathered up a couple different pairs -- all mostly plain, with a bow or two the maximum decoration -- and made her way back inside, though she stayed only long enough to drop the panties off on the chair before she stepped back out, closing the door behind her.
She looked through the dresses a bit, admired a couple of French design. Leonora should not take too long, which was good. Micha grew bored easily.
Leonora was now alone in the dressing room, and a sudden feeling of immense loneliness hit her. Now that she was by herself in front of the mirror staring at what she'd become, her thoughts returned to where they'd been when Micha had first offered to come help her try on her bra. Her brown eyes stared into the mirror at the white piece of clothing that covered her chest, and her heart fluttered somewhat at the thought that it was Micha who had picked it out.
The Slytherin seemed to be comfortable around her now. 'I will look forward to it,' she had said about the two of them pairing in Potions class. Leonora still couldn't get the image of Micha's pretty little breasts out of her head. She wanted to hold them in her hand just as she had held her own when she'd first changed form, and she wanted to see that smile light up on Micha's face knowing it was her who was doing it.
Leonora felt her tears building up again. She was being so awful about all this. Micha had mentioned Whites, hadn't she? Why hadn't the Gryffindor said something like 'Oh that Whites is a great guy, he is always respectful to me and can tell some really funny jokes if you let him' or 'You don't really think Whites is that bad, do you?' If your male best friend turns into a girl and becomes the a close friend of your love interest, you would expect them to say something nice about you. Especially if you were actually brought up!
But no, the young witch hadn't thought about anyone but herself and her own wants. She wiped her bare arm against her eyes as the tears began to appear again. She was horrible. She had been horrible to Whites, and she had been horrible to Layne, too. Layne, the caustic, bitter Slytherin who bore no love for anyone had finally summoned the nerve to admit her feelings for Leon, and she'd just gone and told her to go off. It was strange. Before her transformation, she felt the same way towards Layne, but now all she could think about was Micha.
It wasn't being bad then to Layne, was it? It wasn't like they were actually dating, and it wasn't like Leonora actually had any feelings for her. Besides, she'd said she didn't like the idea of dating other girls, so obviously it wasn't going to work out. At no point in this logic did Leonora seem to register the idea of going back to being Leon. At some point between the dresses and the coming to terms with her emotions and the prospect of spending everyday with the dark haired beauty outside the changing room, Leonora felt like she didn't really want to go back.
And after she'd been so cruel to her best friend and the girl who had a thing for him, was it even smart?
Turning to look at herself in the mirror, the tears gone from her eyes, she nodded to herself firmly. She unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down along with her boxers. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. The half-naked witch, now dressed in only a bra, reached over to the pile of panties and was about to pull out a plain white pair before her eyes fell on a set of lavender ones that made her blush. Had Micha picked those out just for her? Maybe not, but she wanted to think so.
She put them on.
Next, she reached over to her new pretty dress, the one that Micha had also picked out, and threw it on over her as if she was putting on her robes. She put her arms through the holes, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. Leonora really was very pretty, with her short brown hair and tender smile. The modest, light purple dress only seemed to go with the image of the sweet girl. For one long moment she checked herself out. It wasn't so much looking at her new body that appealed to her, so much as just how much she'd done with it.
How much Micha had done with it, really.
She realized that she'd been wearing tan hiking boots this entire time. They were the type of shoes that Leon usually wore all the time except while exercising, but they certainly did not look feminine in the least. They went well with the slacks and button-up she'd been wearing, but with this new feminine persona they certainly did not fit. Not to mention they were much too big for her now.
She slipped them off and put them up on a chair. She reached into her duffel bag, still soaked with the original gender-changing potion, and pulled out her Oak and Dragon Heartstring wand. She stretched her arm out and pointed her wand at the boots. "Reducio," she casted, but nothing happened. She began to feel a little nervous, "R-Reducio," she casted again, but to no avail.
Then it hit her. The wand was Leon's, not Leonora's. If she continued to act the sweet, perpetually pink-cheeked girl, the heroic wand that had chosen Leon Foster as its wizard would not respond to her. She needed to be Leon, if only so her shoes could fit her better. Standing up straight and taking in a deep breath, she tried her best to confidently cast the spell with the same self-assurance that she would've had two hours ago. "Reducio!" she said in as deep a voice as she could muster, and sure enough the boots grew just small enough to fit delicately around her feet.
They weren't exactly the most feminine shoes in the world, but they'd do. She slipped them on over her socks. Finally, the young witch reached over and grabbed the robe. It was long, dark, and low-cut, but over the lavender dress it would reveal nothing but the girl's choice of clothing. Another benefit, Leonora realized as she held the piece of clothing close to her, was this robe was heavy and would protect from the cold outside. She slipped the robe on over her head, and when she saw herself in the mirror a beaming smile came to her face.
She couldn't wait to show Micha. What would she think?
She pointed her wand at the doorknob. "Silencio!" she whispered harshly, and then turned the handle. The door made no noise, so she was able to sneak out without the Slytherin noticing. Micha was looking at some French designer dresses, so Leonora snuck up behind her with a big smile on her face. When she was close enough, she threw her arms around the other girl's shoulders in a big hug. "Ha!" she said happily, and immediately let go of the Slytherin. "What do you think?" Leonora showed off her new outfit to her friend.
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 1, 2010 19:21:34 GMT -5
She'd become absorbed in a particularly appealing dress, the make of course French, the fabric a silky dark blue, and so wouldn't have heard Leonora creeping up on her even if the other witch hadn't been trying to be quiet. Suddenly there were arms around her; Micha froze.
A hug? She did not even know where to begin with a response to that sort of action. Luckily, Leonora just as quickly let go. Micha turned to the girl, dark eyes sliding over the girl's figure in a way that would have been considered checking her out were it not for the fact Micha's thoughts, of course, were nowhere near that sort of thing.
"You look good," she commented. "Very pretty." It was a lot, coming from her. She was not made to compliment, but rather be complimented, after all. She was letting her guard down a lot around the Gryffindor; it couldn't be good for her.
"Are you ready to go?" Micha asked, as the all too familiar feeling of boredom again tugged at her. The clothes, while pretty, were not enough to keep her interest for any length of time. She was honestly surprised she had managed to stay this long - her Gryffindor acquaintance was most likely part of the reason for that. The other girl was ceaselessly friendly, and had not once shrunk away from Micha's icy demeanor, like every other person she'd ever met did.
Besides that idiot Whites, of course. But she would not think about him.
Leonora lit up at Micha's compliment, feeling happy as can be that her outfit had the Slytherin's approval. But then again, why wouldn't it? She had picked out most of the clothes, after all. "Thanks!" The young witch let out a giggle. She looked herself up and down, twirling the robe around around as she span in a circle. "I think so, yes! Thank you for coming with me, Micha, you've been so much help picking these clothes out!"
She glanced past Micha towards the dress she had been looking at, and Leonora pictured the Slytherin girl wearing it in her mind. Perhaps if the young witch suggested it, Micha might try it on for her? Well, not for her, but in front of her? While the Gryffindor toyed with the thought, she remembered that the other witch had said upon entering that she was completely fine when it came to clothes and she had only been there for Leonora. Since Micha seemed to be obsessed with the idea of personal respect, Leonora decided to just let it go.
"Hold on, I have to go buy these," she said, and ran back over to the dressing room. Had she been Leon again, she probably could've sent all the women's undergarments and unchosen dresses back to their racks with a few spells. As she was, however, her wand probably would've messed up with one or two of them and sent some back to the wrong racks and the others in a pile at Micha's feet. Taking as much as she could in her hands without messing them up, which was a lot less than she could previously carry as a boy, she put them back on their respective shelves.
"E-Excuse me?" She asked to nobody in particular, "Miss Winter?" The witch in a white hat appeared again, along with her salesman's smile, and she faked delight upon seeing the little witch in front of her. "Oh aren't you just the cutest!" The witch in the white hat said in her smooth voice, "is that what you're going to buy?" Leonora nodded. She gave her the money, including the money for the undergarments which she could probably have gotten off for, and as the young witch walked back over to her friend she realized she still had quite a bit of change left.
"So since you've been such a great help to me today," Leonora said with that beaming smile still on her gentle face, "I'll treat you to some hot chocolate. That is, if you like hot chocolate."
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 2, 2010 17:55:18 GMT -5
As the other girl thanked her, a small smile found its way onto Micha's face. This wasn't all that bad, was it? She accepted the gratitude with a nod, watched as the bouncy Gryffindor ran off to find the sales clerk. Idly, the Slytherin wondered if the end of shopping meant the end of their adventure, and was surprised to find herself somewhat saddened by that thought. Silly of her, but the feeling was there.
It ended up not mattering, because just then Leonora returned to her, asking her to hot chocolate, the other girl's treat. How could she say no to that? Declining would be impolite, after all.
Plus, well, she had a weakness for sweet things.
"I would," a quick pause, as she smoothed down her initial excitement at the prospect. "I would enjoy that. Yes. Is there a shop nearby?" She assumed Leonora would know where to go, if she had offered.
Post by Leon Foster on Dec 2, 2010 19:00:46 GMT -5
Leonora was very pleased. "Yes! I saw a cafe by the fountain down the street before we came in," she explained with joy, but then her smile vanished for a second as she said, "wait hold on." The young witch ran back into the changing room and grabbed Micha's robe which was hanging over the chair. Had she really been about to forget that? Her eyes then glanced over at the button-up shirt, slacks, and boxers which were discarded on the floor. Should she take them, too? She looked down at the robe in her hand, and the thought of Micha standing outside waiting for her made her want to burn the clothes on the floor.
She didn't want to go back to being Leon if it meant that all the emotions she felt right now were nothing but lies.
Still, Leonora found herself crouched on the floor, having put the robe back on the chair, and folded the clothes before stowing them away in her duffel bag. It was better to take them with her and burn them somewhere else where the risk of her wand acting up wouldn't be so dangerous. She swung the duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbed Micha's robe again. She stepped back outside and walked over to her friend. "Here," she said, stretching her arm and the robe out with a smile on her face, "your robe. Thank you for letting me wear it."
That done, Leonora led the way out of the store and into the street outside. It was cold still, but her new heavy robe kept her warm outside. She turned around to look at Micha, and after a brief glance she strolled up the street a little further down the road from the clothing store. Sure enough in the center of town there was a fountain and a cafe on the other side of it with an outside area with several seats. She imagined if it were summer time there'd be all sorts of people here, with wizards and witches taking each other out on dates to this cafe and children playing around the fountain.
Were there even children in Drakborough? She couldn't imagine it was a very pleasant place to raise a family. Come to think of it, she was rather surprised this fountain even still existed. Surely everything in this town must have been razed to the ground now enough times that everything would be new? Well, according to the old structure of the shop they had just left and the serpentine, dark age quality of the fountain, there were still pieces of Drakborough that had managed to remain.
Then again, they did have magic.
Leonora stepped over to the cafe and opened the door. It, like the clothing store, had very low lighting and a lot of warmth. A fire churned in a hearth in the room. Several tables were set out in front of the store window, and some were further inside and less noticeable for people who wanted more privacy. When a spanish wizard in a yellow robe with a moustache approached them and asked, in as polite a way as possible, where the ladies wanted to sit, Leonora asked to be seated near the window.
She didn't want to be too forward with Micha, after all.
When she'd taken a seat, she ordered two hot chocolates for them. As she waited for the man to make them, she smiled at Micha. She loved sitting across from the pale-skinned brunette and staring into her dark eyes, but she realized that she'd set them up for a conversation. Probably with lots of questions. So instead of allowing Micha the chance to ask the first, she went instead, "so where are you from, Micha?"
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 2, 2010 19:42:10 GMT -5
She'd almost forgotten about the robe, but was glad Leonora had remembered it; she could stand the cold but staying warm was always preferred. "Thank you," she intoned as she quickly put the layer back on and followed the girl outside. As she'd thought, Leonora knew where they were going, and they reached the cafe in no time at all.
The Gryffindor chose seats for them by the window, which Micha approved of, and she sat across from the other girl, dark gray eyes wandering around the room. It was hardly crowded, which pleased her, as she hated having to talk over any sort of din.
The girl glanced back Leonora's way and noticed the other girl was looking at her and smiling, friendly as ever. It was starting to get somewhat contagious. Micha held back her smile, however, and settled herself comfortably into her chair, hands crossing ladylike in her lap and knees together.
"So where are you from, Micha?"
The Slytherin had been expecting conversation, as such an event was expected in this situation, and so she answered easily.
"I am from Russia." She paused, decided to be more specific, and as such her next two words were said in her homeland accent in order to be pronounced correctly. "Petrozavodsk, Russia." Harsh, somewhat guttural. She had no need to talk like that anymore; it had been easy enough to shed, once she'd wanted it gone.
The girl continued, her voice once again smooth and accent-less, "What about you, Leonora? You are American, yes?" Mostly a guess, but an educated one, coming from the other's duffel bag and way of speech, not to mention the casual way she had hugged Micha back in the store. Only an American had such a lack of respect -- or ignorance -- of another's personal boundaries. No matter, such a thing had never really bothered her, as long as it was coming from the same sex. An impromptu hug from a boy, on the other hand, was likely to earn him at least a couple different painful hexes.
The hot chocolate arrived, and Micha took a sip. Delicious. A smile twitched again at her lips, and she gazed again Leonora's way, waiting for her answer.
Post by Leon Foster on Dec 2, 2010 20:11:47 GMT -5
Leonora hadn't been expecting Micha's accent at all. The girl had always spoken very precisely, so when she slipped back into her native tongue to speak the name of her hometown it came as a surprise. A pleasant surprise, the young witch found, as she found the sound of it very appealing. It also came as a surprise, though less of one, that Micha was from Russia. 'Micha Volkov' was definitely a very Russian name, but Leonora was from a country that consisted of immigrants and didn't make the assumption that she was actually from the home country itself.
Before she give further inquiries, Micha turned the question back on her. Leonora had dreaded this. How much could she tell the Slytherin without her guessing as to who she was? She also really didn't want to lie to her, and she probably couldn't lie about this one. What else could she pass for but American? "Yes, I am," Leonora said, her smile becoming smaller as her stomach twisted. Well, she'd never really talked to Micha before as Leon, and she doubted, or at least hoped at this point, that the Slytherin hadn't been going around asking people, or more specifically Whites, about him. She could basically tell her everything about herself, and she wouldn't make the connection.
She'd like that, actually. She could be open and honest, and it wouldn't change anything.
Her smile returned, "I'm from Salem Witches' Institute in America. I transferred here just this year. Did you do something like that with your school, too?"
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 2, 2010 20:37:19 GMT -5
For a moment, a flicker of surprise showed on Micha's face, though it was quickly swept away and replaced by her usual calm indifference.
"Salem Witches' Institute?" she asked. "I attended that school, too." They might've even had classes together. How had she never noticed Leonora before? Was she really that inattentive? Perhaps she should work on that, then.
It just seemed... odd. Leonora claimed to have been in several of her classes, but Micha would have thought she would remember a face like Leonora's. Again, there was that tickle of familiarity on her brain, but she ignored it. Perhaps Leonora had just been the quiet type, or perhaps even her appearance had been somewhat different: a change of hair color, or the like.
"I transferred here from Beauxbatons Academy, and I transferred there from Salem Witches' Institute. Before that, I attended the Durmstrang Institute." She did not mind talking about herself, but in lieu of being polite she left it there, and again turned the topic to the other girl.
"So, yes." An almost-smile, as she again sipped at her drink. "I transferred to Firefox because it sounded interesting. How about you?"
Post by Leon Foster on Dec 2, 2010 21:44:28 GMT -5
"Seems like you've been just about everywhere!" Leonora said with enthusiasm. So she had gone to Salem too? It was interesting how so many people at Firefox were transfer students. Then again, considering how dangerous the school was rumored to be, it was probably very unlikely that any parent would be willing to send their eleven year old there. It would certainly explain why the witch hadn't seen any first years around. First years that were not Lorraine Cunningham, anyway.
Once again, the Slytherin turned the conversation towards the Gryffindor, but Leonora was now much more comfortable with just speaking about herself. "I was the same way about Firefox. Back at Salem, it was all about who was dating who and all the latest gossip. I felt like I was only one of a few who actually cared about, you know, magic, and being a wijitch-" she had been about to say 'wizard' but managed to save herself at the last second, "-a witch, so when this guy came to the school requesting people to transfer to 'Sunny Spain' to learn magic from the great Talon Windwaltz, I jumped on board."
She smiled softly, her stomach still fluttering nervously at her mess-up, "Salem was home, you know, I was only so far away from my family, but I wanted to actually be able to test myself as a witch. All the stories I was told about the vampires and the werewolves and all that only made me want to go more. Maybe I'm crazy, but that's probably why they sorted me into Gryffindor." She'd been so wrapped up in her story, she'd almost forgotten that she wanted the questions on Micha, not on herself.
"So I imagine Beauxbatons is in France, which sounds like a lot of fun, but...I don't think I've ever heard of Durmstrang," Leonora said with interest, "is that in Russia?"
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 2, 2010 22:05:06 GMT -5
"I remember that about Salem." Gossip. "I stayed out of all that, however." It had annoyed her greatly, and although she had enjoyed America, she had not missed that school when had transferred away. Leonora's almost-revelation she dismissed as a simple slip of the tongue, as was wont to happen to most people from time to time.
Except her, of course.
"That is how I was, too." Durmstrang had had its dangers, but was nothing in comparison to what she had heard about Firefox. Micha could not stand the mundane; she always needed something new to spice up her everyday existence. Just living got boring.
"Durmstrang is... around there, yes." In truth, it was unplottable on any map. Siberia, the Ukraine, Russia, it had to be in one of those, but she didn't know where exactly it was, and had never been told, either, not even while in attendance of the school. Something about keeping them safe, secret. It didn't matter. She was no longer there, so it was nothing to spend any time thinking on.
"It is too bad we did not arrive together," the Slytherin commented, glancing at Leonora's hot chocolate, which the other witch had not even touched. Perhaps she was waiting for it to cool down? "The first two people I met did not even talk to me at first." A slight look of annoyance passed her face. "The third would not stop talking." But bygones were bygones. She had forgiven those louts for that. More or less.
Leonora giggled as she listened to Micha agree with her on Salem. She wasn't all that surprised she didn't remember her, considering the girl was introverted and there were so many extroverted people at Salem begging for attention that it was hard enough to focus on all of them as it was. Still, she thought to herself, it would have been nice to have known Micha back then. Not that their relationship would have been any different than it was before she had become Leonora.
When Micha commented on the pity of their not arriving together, along with her disappointment that 'the first two people' hadn't even talked with her, a saddened expression passed over Leonora's face. Had she really not talked to Micha at all? Leonora had always viewed Micha as a mean-spirited person, someone who laughed at Whites when he lost and hadn't a bit of respect for anyone that wasn't purely to maintain her moral superiority. Now, she kind of wished that she'd given her a chance.
"Sometimes," Leonora said finally, a hint of that sadness in her voice, "you have to go up and talk to people first. If you keep waiting for them to talk, then they might be waiting for you to talk, and then nobody talks at all. And that's a shame, because you're really nice, Micha, and I think everybody should see that." The witch's smile returned, and she looked down at her hot chocolate. She lifted the cup up to her mouth and blew lightly on it before taking a sip. Her smile grew wider. "It's good, isn't it?"
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Post by Micha Volkov on Dec 3, 2010 2:03:49 GMT -5
Why did Leonora look like that? There was no chance of missing the despondent expression that crossed the other girl's pretty face. Micha set down her cup, concern on her face.
Nice?
She didn't know what to say in response to that, so she bought time by crossing and recrossing her legs, then fussing over her skirt, smoothing it down. No one had ever used that particular term to describe her before. She'd heard stone wall, bitch, snob, stuck up, the works. The words rolled off of her like water off a duck's back. As long as she kept herself distanced, kept not caring, none of it mattered.
"I suppose," she finally replied, somewhat dourly. "You are the only to have said that, though." Not self-pity, just stating the facts. That was her way, after all. She watched the other girl take a sip, finally, and nodded her approval. "Yes, it is."
The Slytherin was quiet a moment, thinking over what Leonora had said. Normally, she would have kept her thoughts to herself on this subject, but she felt so comfortable with the other girl. It was odd. Nice, but odd. A feeling she didn't want to get used to.
"I do not want to get close to people," she admitted. "So I am alright if nobody talks. Being nice is just a weakness, something that another can take advantage of and strike at when you least expect it." She knew this from experience. It'd been a long time ago, yes, but disruptive enough to still be ingrained in her memory.
Micha sighed a bit, stirred her hot chocolate just for something to do. This thing she had with Leonora -- some would call it friendship -- couldn't be good. She would get used to being around the girl, get used to being able to say what she wanted without fear of retribution, and she'd grow careless, do it around someone else. That was how it worked, was it not?
Slowly, the Ice Princess defrosted.
The girl looked back at her friend, a smile again on her features. It felt weird there, when it was usually such a rare occurrence. "I'm sorry, Leonora. I don't mean that about you. You are different, are you not?"
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