Post by Micha Volkov on Jan 14, 2011 1:48:56 GMT -5
Dear Miss Micha Volkov,
I'm sure you've heard talk of the formal ball that will be held toward the end of this week. If you plan to attend, I'd be honored if you would allow me to escort you - that is, if you haven't already received a more preferable offer.
If you would like, we can discuss this further in person. Perhaps tomorrow evening, in the common room?
-- Nemo Nihilim
The cat Aleksei'd had the letter in his mouth when she'd come back to her room after a long day of classes and studying. He wouldn't, or rather, couldn't tell her who or where he'd gotten it from, but he gave it to her easy enough, and after a quick skim of the words within, her questions were answered.
Nemo Nihilim. She'd initially met him on the lake, his first day there. Since then, she'd seen him countless times, at her table when she went to eat, in her common room when she was passing through it or sitting down to relax, even in the halls. Were it any other situation, she would have labeled him stalker and promptly removed him in some way or another, but as it was he was in the same House as her, a Slytherin, and so it was normal.
She didn't mind his company, either. Unlike the Gryffindor mutts, he knew how to treat a lady, and had never once crossed any sort of line. He carried himself with grace, Nihilim did, and on top of that he was a pleasure to converse with. So, when she got the letter and read its contents, she did not recoil with disgust, like she would have had it been any other boy in the school sending her such a note, but rather kept her cool, folding the parchment up and tucking it into her bag as though nothing had happened at all.
Despite her seeming lack of care, the next evening found her in the Slytherin common room, dressed normally in her blouse-skirt-stockings ensemble that she called uniform, Aleksei briefly twining her legs before vanishing off somewhere, most likely to find food of some kind. Micha crossed the room, head tilting back to view a smaller painting of a serpent on the wall -- their House namesake, most likely why it was there. She clasped her hands behind her back, patient as a cat at a mousehole.
She had a feeling he would not keep her waiting for long.
[First post to Nemo, please.]
I'm sure you've heard talk of the formal ball that will be held toward the end of this week. If you plan to attend, I'd be honored if you would allow me to escort you - that is, if you haven't already received a more preferable offer.
If you would like, we can discuss this further in person. Perhaps tomorrow evening, in the common room?
-- Nemo Nihilim
The cat Aleksei'd had the letter in his mouth when she'd come back to her room after a long day of classes and studying. He wouldn't, or rather, couldn't tell her who or where he'd gotten it from, but he gave it to her easy enough, and after a quick skim of the words within, her questions were answered.
Nemo Nihilim. She'd initially met him on the lake, his first day there. Since then, she'd seen him countless times, at her table when she went to eat, in her common room when she was passing through it or sitting down to relax, even in the halls. Were it any other situation, she would have labeled him stalker and promptly removed him in some way or another, but as it was he was in the same House as her, a Slytherin, and so it was normal.
She didn't mind his company, either. Unlike the Gryffindor mutts, he knew how to treat a lady, and had never once crossed any sort of line. He carried himself with grace, Nihilim did, and on top of that he was a pleasure to converse with. So, when she got the letter and read its contents, she did not recoil with disgust, like she would have had it been any other boy in the school sending her such a note, but rather kept her cool, folding the parchment up and tucking it into her bag as though nothing had happened at all.
Despite her seeming lack of care, the next evening found her in the Slytherin common room, dressed normally in her blouse-skirt-stockings ensemble that she called uniform, Aleksei briefly twining her legs before vanishing off somewhere, most likely to find food of some kind. Micha crossed the room, head tilting back to view a smaller painting of a serpent on the wall -- their House namesake, most likely why it was there. She clasped her hands behind her back, patient as a cat at a mousehole.
She had a feeling he would not keep her waiting for long.
[First post to Nemo, please.]