Who: Ophelia Nott & Mikhail Zaslavsky What:Torture English tutoring! When: 4 April 2023 at 12:45 prompt (but not so much)- backdated Where: The library Rating: PG? Status: Incomplete
Mikhail was late. He knew he was going to be late. Even as he replied 'Ok' to her journal ward, which instructed him to be there at 12:45, Mikhail knew he wouldn't quite be there on time...but five minutes wasn't so bad, was it? Granted, Mikhail hadn't left his dorm yet, but he'd get there. Mikhail pulled his boots on and then walked over to the mirror and ran his hand through his curly hair, which was even more unruly than usual after his nap. His uniform was also a bit askew, but that would be fine as long as he didn't run into Headmistress Sidova. Mikhail could comb his hair and he could straighten the collar of his turtle neck, but he decided instead to assert his right to look oh so slightly disheveled now that his mother wasn't there to scold him.
As Mikhail approached the door, he suddenly had the feeling he was missing something. But what? He checked his pocket and there was his wand...he even felt a quill in there. Mikhail was about to shrug it off, and then he realized what it was- the book Ophelia had given him. "Dermo," Mikhail cursed and then turned back to his trunk and threw it open. He didn't even remember packing the thing (and he certainly hadn't read it, he merely flipped through the pages with wide eyes. Just looking at so many English letters and so few pictures gave him a headache and turned him back into the comforting arms of Cyrillic). Mikhail shuffled through his things until finally he found the book, next to a little box he hadn't noticed before, and a note from his mother instructing him to thank Ms. Nott. Mikhail tossed the note to the side and opened the box to find six bilinis. "Zdorovo!" Mikhail grinned and ate one himself, even knowing they were clearly meant for Ophelia.
By the time Mikhail reached the library, he was roughly fifteen minutes late. He walked straight over to Ophelia and grinned broadly, "Hel-lo," Mikhail said. "Apology for time," he smiled. "I vas lost," he lied...that excuse still worked, right? Well, good thing he had the blinis to distract her. "Zis is gift to you. My Mama cooks," he explained and handed her the box of blini.