Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 12, 2012 20:45:10 GMT -5
Layne had a date of sorts. It was a study date, kind of. She was going to meet Micha and practice Charms and shit. Layne was actually kind of excited about this, and she'd dressed up a little. Well, dressed up for Layne, which meant brushing the shit out of her hair and yanking it into a ponytail, and changing out of her usual tank and jeans into a pink denim mini skirt and a clean top. Her usual makeup was in place, and she still wore sneakers. No need to get carried away.
She picked out a table in the corner, and even got like fucking books and shit so that she could look up different mood charms. This was serious fucking business after all. Micha didn't seem the type to dick around when it came to school work. And this was the first time they were going to be officially 'out' as a couple.
Layne settled herself at the table to wait, and applied some more red lip gloss. This was going to be fucking great.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 12, 2012 21:07:28 GMT -5
Somehow, Micha had a date, if you wanted to call it that. They were supposed to be doing the Charms homework assignment, but considering her and Layne were now dating or whatever Larkin wanted to call it, it wasn't exactly your usual study event. She had to admit she didn't know what to expect from this whole thing (and not just the homework part), and so maybe she was a tiny bit apprehensive. Not exactly in a bad way, but...
It was easy to pick Larkin out of a crowd, and even easier to find her when she was sitting by herself. That rainbow-striped hair stood out anywhere, and Micha made a beeline for her study partner, her expression one of cool aloofness. Was Larkin wearing a skirt? A tiny one, yes, and pink. Micha plucked at her own no-nonsense pleated black skirt wryly. Was she supposed to dress differently for this? She'd at least left her hair down, for once, though the thick, heavy curls irritated her to no end.
"Larkin." Was she supposed to sit across from her, or next to her? After a moment's deliberation, the Slytherin sat across from her so-called 'date'. "Charms, yes?" She pulled her textbook from her bag, ready to concentrate on the assignment.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 13, 2012 0:07:02 GMT -5
Layne was genuinely pleased to see Micha arrive. For a second, she was worried that she'd pussy out. Not that Micha was like a pussy or anything, but she didn't seem to comfortable with the idea of going out with Layne in the first place, so Layne was grateful to see Micha hadn't had second thoughts.
"Glad you could make it, Ruskie," she said, affectionately nicknaming Micha. "And yeah, Charms." Mood altering Charms could be fun. Like she could pull some shit if she wanted to. Like, she'd found this one series of spells, Ipervoliki, that didn't change someone's mood so much as it exaggerated or intensified what was already there. She thought about hitting Micha with one of those. The girl was so reserved that an emotion intensifier wouldn't cause her to go too nuts, would it?
"Mind if I go first?" Without waiting for an answer, Layne whipped out her wand, giving the wand movement with a little flourish. She'd been practicing this one. "Ipervoliki Agapi" she said. That one was supposed to heighten the affection felt by the target for the caster. "So, how the fuck do you feel?"
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 13, 2012 0:42:24 GMT -5
She'd barely gotten herself situated when Layne had pointed her wand in her face and tossed a spell her way. She didn't have time to look surprised or pissed before the incantation washed over her, but no big deal, she trusted Larkin. Somewhat. The Slytherin sat still for a minute, and then tipped her head to the side. "Not any different, really." She regarded Layne with interest, a smile slipping easily to her lips. "You look really good today, Larkin." Maybe Layne had the incantation wrong, or something. She wasn't sure. Nothing had changed, anyway.
"I'll go next, okay?" Giving Layne a look that almost bordered on being affectionate, the Russian drew her wand, twisting her wrist a little as she spoke out her own chosen words. "Curiosa Natura." She'd actually had something else in mind earlier, but now this one just seemed... ah, she didn't know. Funner? It meant curious by nature, literally. She put her wand down almost immediately after, dark eyes big and fixed on Layne. "How about you, comrade? Did it work?" Charms were one of Micha's best subjects, but she wouldn't be too surprised if nothing changed. It was new for her too, after all.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 13, 2012 22:20:29 GMT -5
At first, Layne was a little bummed that her spell hadn't done shit, but when Micha actually paid her a fucking complement, Layne knew something was up. "Oh, thanks, Ruskie. I fucking try." Looking this good wasn't easy. Well, okay, for Layne it kinda was. She was just a natural fucking hottie.
Then, Micha decided to take her turn. Layne braced herself as the charm hit her. At first she didn't feel too differently. Everything seemed to be okay. Her usual level of FUCKING RAGE at the world was boiling away in the background, and her sarcasm and lack of giving shits seemed to be unaffected.
Then she looked over at Micha.
"What did you hit me with?" Layne asked. Micha looked beautiful today too. Layne wondered if she knew that. Layne also wondered what it would be like to kiss Micha. The girl's lips looked so soft and inviting. Suddenly, Layne had to know what kissing Micha would be like. It was the most important question she'd ever had in life.
Layne was a big believer in the saying that it's 'easier to ask forgiveness than permission'. She was an even bigger believer in the saying, 'fuck that shit, I do what I want'. So, to satisfy her growing curiosity about Micha and what kissing her would be like, she stood up, leaned across the table and kissed the shit out of Micha Volkov.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 14, 2012 1:07:12 GMT -5
There was no obvious effect as her charm took hold. Larkin looked normal, or at least as normal as Larkin could possibly get. Her housemate turned to her, asking aloud what the spell had been; Micha opened her mouth to reply and then abruptly the other Slytherin stood, moved across the desk, and --
Well, she'd been in this scenario before. But then, Larkin's lips had only caught her cheek, which was not all that strange. This was lips on lips. This was entirely different, entirely new.
Micha had never kissed anyone before, much less another girl.
That's right. Layne Fucking Larkin had just stolen her first kiss.
The wave of indignation mixed with fury that should have normally blanketed her mind was instead overrode with a pleasant form of surprise. She liked Layne, liked being near her (even more so, because of the charm -- or maybe entirely so because of the charm, she'd know that in about half an hour), and so her eyes closed and she kissed back.
A brief moment later, the Russian drew back, looking out of breath and slightly alarmed. Her cheeks were flooded with red. "Curiosity," she breathed, staring at Larkin determinedly. "That was the charm I used."
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 17, 2012 0:52:37 GMT -5
Layne was so consumed by her curiosity for Micha that she didn't take time to notice whether Micha had actually kissed her back. Layne was certain, however, that if Micha had objected, she would have made her displeasure clear. She seemed the type to be clear on that front.
Or maybe it was only the fucking affection spell.
Well, shit, if that was the case, then she had fucked up big time. Once it wore off, Micha was sure to be pissed as hell. And Layne would fucking deserve it. Why was she always so bound and determined to fuck her life up? She'd just made peace with Micha, did she have to go and start shit again?
"Oh my fucking God," Layne said. "I'm such a goddamned retard, Ruskie." Couldn't she have controlled herself? Then realizing that she had maybe sounded like she had meant that only retarded people would kiss Micha, she quickly backpedaled. "I mean, I like you and all, but like just fucking kissing you like that was a dick move."
Micha was going to fucking kill her, wasn't she? Probably she though Layne couldn't tell the difference between pretending to be girlfriends, and actually being fucking girlfriends. Would Micha even allow them to become fucking girlfriends? Woah. Layne slowed her thoughts down. If Micha had a problem with a kiss, there was no way she was thinking about that.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 17, 2012 1:21:52 GMT -5
She was still looking up at Layne, a different variety of emotions floating behind her cloudy gray eyes, when her fellow Slytherin broke into speech, worry so obviously strung throughout her words they practically dripped with it. For her part, Micha was somewhat taken aback.
Each and every sentence made the Slytherin girl blink, and she edged back, trying to get her thought under control before they raged rampant across her face like any ordinary commoner's might. "I-"
Did not mind, were the words that almost came out, and the minute she realized what she had been about to say, her face flushed a brighter red than it had ever been in her life. It was not so much the words themselves that caused the reaction, but rather the fact that they were not the truth. No, she had actually liked the kiss when it happened, still liked it, and --
Quite simply, no matter how much Micha liked Layne at that moment, she didn't know how to deal with it. Micha was an expert at disliking people; this was so out of her forte it made her head spin. "Excuse me." Her voice was several octaves higher than usual, squeaky and faltering. Her face burned. "I just have to, um-" Another first; she'd said um, a word she loathed more than any other. Standing up and almost knocking her chair over in the process, Micha attempted to make a swift exit. She needed to sit and seriously think over this whole thing in private somewhere, preferably a place where Layne's pretty brown eyes didn't reach.
Though the two lovers girls may not have noticed, someone had been watching. Not the whole time, no, but someone had definitely been watching. That someone happened to be one Eric's Boots and Shoes Whites, the most interesting man in the world. He wasn't always a voyeur, but when he was, he watched Dos Chicas. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Whites was totally watching them and saw them kiss. Scandal, right? What could happen! What sort of drama was going to occur because someone had seen the forbidden romance of two teenage Slytherin girls!
What sort!!!?
The answer was none. Whites was very supportive, especially when it came to his "little sister", one Layne (Fucking) Olivia Larkin. In fact, Whites was ecstatic! About everything! This totally explained the fight before that had almost gotten him and Leon killed, this totally explained why he never saw Layne and Micha together even though they were in the same house, and this totally explained some of the books and shows his mom used to read and watch. This was perfect.
He could see clearly now. The lesbian camoflage rain was gone. Seriously, a lot of his anxieties and wonderings were put to rest.
Something was amiss in the land of romance known as the library, though, and for some reason, Micha was totally about to run off. She was embarassed, it seemed, unwilling to "come out" in proper to the world, even though her partner, Layne Lovin' Larkin, had obviously done so already. Micha must have been confused, scared... Alone, except for Layne.
Whites knew what to do. It was his time. It was time to be there not only for his little sister and best friend, but also... Also for Micha. He couldn't let it end this way, and if he knew Layne (and he thought he did), well... He was worried this might be the end of their time. He feared that this bit of happiness Layne had seemed to find without him even noticing!! would go away. He felt guilty for that. He felt that, as her friend, he should have been someone for her to confide in, to explain things to. So... whether it was a bad idea or not, he was here to try and tell her that it was okay.
Swift as a ninja, sharp like a razorblade, Whites stepped out from behind the bookshelf he'd sort of been hiding behind ('L - O', from Lesbians to Ohshit) and grabbed Micha's wrist. He was dainty, of course, he didn't want to bruise the little thing, but he certainly couldn't just let her leave. He smiled at her, using her momentum to instead turn them back towards the table Layne was at, somehow plopping her back into the same seat and landing in his own. It was possibly the most graceful thing he'd done in his life.
This was the worst. Micha wasn't just pissed, she was fucking disgusted. Layne had seen this before. Micha was going to avoid her like the plague, and everything was going to be awkward as all hell. Before Layne could have a reaction, a wild Whites appeared! He used 'Talk it Out'! It wasn't very effective.
He deftly stopped Micha and spun her around as gracefully as a fucking ballet dancer or some shit. Then he sat at the table. Layne sat back down heavily, mostly out of not knowing what else the fuck to do and a little out of being afraid Whites or Micha would follow her if she tried to leave.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of what appeared to be butter-beer. In reality, it was firewhiskey charmed to have the correct color and viscosity. She needed that shit right the fuck now. "Whites," she said by way of greeting her odd quasi-brother. "either of you want some of this shit?" There were a couple more bottles in her bag. She looked determinedly at the table as though the whorls and knots in the wood held the answer to all of life's secrets.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 17, 2012 16:52:17 GMT -5
She had gotten only a few steps when something burst out of nowhere and seized her by one petite wrist. Dark eyes immediately accosted this intruder and molester, narrowing when she identified him. Whites. Always, always, always, arriving at the worst possible time. She opened her mouth, ready to spit hellfire if needed, but he dragged her back to Layne and a moment later, she found herself sitting back in her chair like she'd never left. The Russian was stunned, and it showed quite clearly on her pale features. He -- what -- she --
Larkin pulled out bottles of something amber in color. Micha's head spun, and rather than speak out loud, she swiped the bottle, popped off the top and took a drink. She hadn't expected the burning, but it was no worse than the vodka her Uncle Igor had once convinced her to drink, back when she was younger. Normally, Micha was never one to give into peer pressure, but Uncle Igor's blatant disappointment and comments of "Dotchka, don't be a pussy" had convinced her to man up and just take a sip. She pulled away from the bottle, coughed politely, like her lungs and throat weren't on fire, and then set the disguised alcohol back on the table. The color in her porcelain cheeks deepened as the rush of alcohol hit her. It only made sense Larkin might carry around such a thing; next time she would be more careful.
But perhaps alcohol was the answer at that moment: she certainly felt braver. A little. She did wish Whites was not there, but perhaps, if she were subtle, he would not know what they were talking about. Surely even a gigantic pervert like him wouldn't have just been hiding in the background somewhere watching... right? "Thank you for the drink," she said primly, ignoring Whites in favor of indulging herself with a glance Layne's way. Yes, still so pretty and wild. Micha felt like running all over again, but made herself stay, this time. Being caught by Whites twice would be absolutely humiliating.
"Really, Larkin, it was fine. Really." She tried to stress that word, tried to make her fellow Slytherin understand what she was trying to say without having to say it again. Her eyes slid sideways, unable to confront Larkin head-on as the next set of barely-planned words slipped out. "And I would not mind it if it... happened again." There. She'd said it.
So out of it was she, she even forgot that Whites had dared touch her lady's wrist like they were familiar with one another. Good thing for him.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2012 19:08:47 GMT -5 by Micha Volkov
He nodded his head towards Layne when she greeted him. Micha didn't say anything to him, but even if she did, it would have been something similar, something that consisted simply of his name. It was weird how the same word, his last name, sounded so different even when used in the same way by two different people. With Layne it felt a little familiar, friendly, but with Micha it was usually cold and annoyed. Maybe it said something about their personalities, or maybe he just annoyed the hell out of Micha.
...Nah.
Layne pulled out some butterbeer, and before Whites could even say anything, Micha had snatched it up and gulped some down. Maybe lesbians were always thirsty or something. He, personally, wouldn't know. These two were probably his first gay friends. Sure, there were certain people that he knew that could have been, maybe, but this couple was the first that was totes for sure sorta gay. Probably.
After her drink, Micha thanked Layne. It was so polite, so formal. Was he making the happy couple uncomfortable? Maybe he ought to leave... but no, he couldn't just leave them alone to deteriorate. He hated wanna-be cupids, but damn it, he would become one if it meant that they would be happy together. Maybe not forever and ever, but hey, who thought about that kind of stuff seriously in their teenage years anyway? For now, it would be for now, but for now wasn't so bad. He smiled and grabbed the bottle. He hoped Layne wouldn't mind the SECOND-HAND KISS that he was about to receive from Micha, but he was thirsty, too, and all that being smooth in the last post had totally made him parched. He held it up, draining a bit into his mouth.
Fortunately for Layne, she had nothing to worry about with the second-hand kiss thing. For one thing, this -- whatever it was -- was so strong that it had probably sterilized even the thought of cooties in a good meter radius. Whites choked as it swam around in his mouth, dripping down his throat. He struggled, mouth closed, nose burning, before finally swallowing the entire mouthful. He sat still for a minute, eyes watering and burning. He tried his best not to fall over.
Slowly, he breathed out. Unfortunately, that was the wrong move.
He was a motherfucking dragon.
He coughed some, again, a tear streaming down his face.
"Ho-holy shiiit, Layne." This was incredible. Not in a good way, but hey, maybe it wasn't so bad. He was very warm. What he was wondering was how the hell had Micha drank it so smoothly, so pleasantly, even managed a thank you? Was she a goddamn mutant? Or did it have something to do with her ethnicity?
"Holy..." He took a breath, moving it back towards Layne. He tried to clear his throat, hot air feeling like it was rushing out of his stomach up through his head. He could already feel his head swimming a little. He might have come out of this a little cooler if he had known it wasn't butterbeer, but as it was...
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 17, 2012 18:00:37 GMT -5
Micha was so unlike Layne that it took the rainbow-haired Slytherin a moment to decipher her meaning. It was fine really. For most people, that would mean only that they wanted to drop the subject, out of embarrassment. It wasn't until Micha's second statement that Layne fully relaxed.
Micha would be okay with kissing her again.
It took all of Layne's latent rage and badassery to keep the smile off her face. "Next time, Ruskie, I'll be sure to give you some fucking warning." How you were supposed to warn someone about wanting to stick your tongue in their mouth, Layne didn't know. Clearly, Micha required the slow approach.
She'd have to work on that.
Both Micha and Whites took a swig from her bottle, but while Micha was able to keep her composure, Whites about shit a brick. Probably should have issued a warning about that too.
Oops.
"Keep it down, Whites. I don't want anyone to know I have this shit. Be cool." Layne took another drink from the bottle. She was going to handle this the way she handled everything. By getting shit-faced.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 17, 2012 19:37:33 GMT -5
Whites, apparently, could not handle his alcohol. Micha quickly rose a hand to her face to hide the inherent smirk that quirked her lips without permission as the Gryffindor hacked and sputtered. She had seen that coming, and it gave her no small amount of pleasure (though, in truth, she'd been quite close to how he'd responded -- only her ability to control her face like a mask had prevented her own tears and coughing from coming through).
Larkin promised to give her a warning, next time. Micha paused on that thought, looking her companion over with large charcoal eyes. Next time. She did not know how to say it, but she rather preferred the way Layne had done it the first time -- without any sort of warning at all, rushed, impromptu. Reserved Micha Volkov did not like surprises, but this was an entirely different matter.
She watched Layne take a drink, hands folded neatly on her lap. Micha might have been a statue for all she moved, for all her face showed (besides the still-apparent flare of red on her cheeks), but when Layne finished, the Slytherin reached for the bottle again, hesitation available in her eyes. "Excuse me," she said, by way of explanation. "I am not used to..." Though the words for what she meant to say sprung up easy in her native tongue, she could not find the exact way to say it in English, and so she just left it, waving one delicate hand as though to convey what she couldn't properly say aloud. This. Everything. The kiss. Whites. She drank, stone-faced, one gulp longer than the last so that the burn swarmed over her whole body, this time, heating her temperature surely to one thousand degrees.
She set the bottle down and didn't look at it again. Drink until she understood, that's what she was trying to do. That's all. That or match Layne Larkin; Micha always was a competitive girl. She eyed Whites sidelong, a frown turning her lips. "Don't gulp it," she advised, narrowing her eyes as though to show she did not actually care about his well-being, not at all, but if he got Larkin caught, there would be hell to pay. "You didn't bring Foster along with you, did you?"
That, that, would just be the icing on top of the cake. The girl took a breath. "Maybe we should relocate." Her voice came out quieter than usual, like she worried someone might overhear. She didn't intend to include Whites in on that, but she realized she had, unintentionally, just by default. Very well. She had made a pact to be nicer to him, hadn't she? She was already doing quite well; look, she'd even talked to him without even one threat of death!
All he could do, besides be ashamed, was just nod at Layne's statements. Yeah, it would definitely be bad to get caught with this sort of thing. What was the punishment for that? This wasn't a muggle high school, so he couldn't see it as being all that bad... Wasn't there worse stuff they could do to each other with magic? See, this was harmless. Mostly. It would be okay.
Both of the girls downed some more without making any sort of face at all or even the slightest hint that it wasn't actually butterbeer. Goddamn. This was going to get very embarassing, very quickly. Micha turned to him and spoke. Don't gulp it? Was she telling him to drink more? He suppose that since both of them had taken another drink... He held in a sigh. He was basically forced to participate, now. What was he supposed to do? Say no? It was less peer-pressure and more his own pride as like, a dude, or whatever. These were both tiny little girls, and he was going to let them out-drink him in a matter of seconds?
He took the bottle and drank from it, this time knowing what was coming. It was a little easier to handle, though it still felt like he was drinking gasoline and pouring it on top of a fire that was burning deep in his stomach. He didn't cough this time, and so he didn't cry.
He took a slow breath in, one eye closed, the other looking around before answering Micha.
"Foster?" Momentary confusion, but then he remembered. "Ohh, Leon. Naw, he's..." He actually wasn't sure what Leon was doing. Whites waved his hand, copying Micha to show what he couldn't convey through words.
Just to show he could, Whites took another drink before passing it back to Layne. Relocate? Where would they go?
"To..." Dragon's breath. Shit. "Relocate to where?"
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