Who: Antigone Ivanova & Igor Karkoff What: A night time visit Why: It's been awhile Where: Durmstrang Rating: TBD but R or higher
Antigone had ghosted her way through the school. She had been given passage by the Guardians but she still enjoyed sneaking in. It was half the fun of the adventure, was it not? She paused long enough to take a deep breath of the air. She loved the crisp cool air. Her long dark brown hair was pulled into a tiny red ribbon, that held it loosely behind her shoulders, the dark curls longer than the last time they'd been in the same room. She whispered through the halls, heels silent despite their stiletto nature. She wasn't called the Little Ghost for nothing. She had a talent for silence.
Her eyes sparkled as she found her way to the Office, and murmured the password. She slipped into his office with a smile on her face, a rather wicked one indeed. She wore her old school-uniform, the skirt much too short on her now, and her button up shirt barely buttoned as she had filled out over the years. But it wasn't a bad fit, just tight, she owed it to her career that it looked good on her. She wore a vest of fine rabbit fur, soft and warm, with trim of fox fur. She was thrilled with the difference of the temperatures - it was colder here and she had missed it. She had told Rabastan she was going to see some old friends, and while it wasn't a lie, she almost felt bad. But she needed a break.
Antigone settled into Igor's chair, long legs crossing delicately under his desk. She picked up a quill, and began writing, almost languidly, enjoying the night, and the wait.