ella svetkova is almost a vampire. (chaoteris) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-12-28 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, terrence higgs |
Who: TELLA, Alek Svetkova (NPC)
What: General Randomness, Bulgarian Translation Game
When: Tuesday, 28 December, 1999; Early Evening
Where: Ella's Flat
Warnings: TBD, but there is a child involved, so epic!TELLA is highly doubtful.
Ella was more than content to have Alek around, even if only for a few weeks before he would return to Hogwarts. She had missed him when she'd only been able to see him once or twice a year for mere days at a time. Even with him in school she didn't see him as often as she would have liked, but at least with him in Hogwarts, she mostly had exponentially more opportunity to see him--and without having to see her parents in the process. It had been even better when, on Christmas morning, she'd been in her own flat, with her own tree and the only two people in the world that she cared about, and she hadn't had to spend it in a dingy hostel in Bulgaria.
It was three days past Christmas now, yet Alek seemed content as ever. Ella had gifted him a potion set--she knew he hadn't gotten his affinity for the skill from her--and he'd been making disastrous concoctions since. Right now, the flat smelled of rotten cabbage.
"Алек! Аз ще ви накара да се къпят в тези глупости, ако продължаваш да се вонящи моя апартамент," she called from the kitchen where she was putting together dinner. Technically, it was takeout. Ella was not the cooking type, any more than she excelled at potions making. She couldn't say much, really. If she were to cook, it would probably smell like rotten cabbage, too, or worse.
Alek turned to look at her over his shoulder, grinning from the dining room table. "Това не е боклук, Ели. Аз съм изследване тринайсти използват за дракон кръв. Трябва да бъдат известни по времето, аз съм тринадесет!" Ella couldn't help but laugh. She tossed out the empty containers and balanced three plates--she figured Terrence would be round soon enough--as she carried them into the living room. No way was she eating near the origin of that smell.
"Неправилно. Ще бъде мъртъв, преди да включите дванадесет ако държите се," she laughed, not really threatening him.
Her brother laughed, too, and moved to stand up on his chair, holding his arms out in challenge. When had he grown bigger than her when he was so much younger? "Мога да ви вземе! Аз ще бъда победител!" he called out, and Ella quirked a brow, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in a humored smirk.
"Ще видим, че варварите. Аз все още съм си по-голяма сестра, аз все още може да ти сритам задника. Харесва ми това," Ella replied, setting the plates on the coffee table and then moving almost too quickly toward him, hooking an arm around his waist and throwing him over her shoulder. In another few years, that move might be nearly impossible. He'd probably be twice her size by then. She moved again, tossing him back onto the sofa where she attacked him, tickling his sides. "Попитайте за милост, Алек. Кажи милост!"
Alek just laughed uncontrollably, trying to get her back and occasionally succeeding, "Никога! Никога няма предаване! Никога няма да ме хванеш жив!"