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Felixir · 08-27-2023, 01:42 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

Violeta was in her Attitude Era.

Honestly, it wasn’t her fault her parents were so bossy and kept insisting she take extra tutoring before OWLs. Could they cut her some slack? She had just joined a new quidditch league and had the BEST summer of all time. They really had to go and ruin it by talking about academics. And to top it all off, her grandmother had visited the ENTIRE summer and kept hinting that catholic school would be better for ‘a girl like Violeta.’

WHAT did THAT mEaN?!

The Gryffindor scoffed to herself as she stomped down the train corridor. A girl like her? Did she mean TALENTED and VIVACIOUS and KIND and STYLE always on POINT? Because if she didn’t then Violeta had no idea what the older woman was talking about. Definitely not this granddaughter. Maybe she meant one of the other twenty-something granddaughters she had.

Anywaaay, all of that made for a grumpy Violeta and she needed to cool down before she bumped into Momo or one of her friends. Slipping into an empty compartment as she pressed her palms to her eyes (she didn’t bother to make sure if it was empty), she let out a string of sentences in Spanish, all complaints about her grandmother and bossy people.

What the-

Ax scowled at the intrusion, was scowling before the compartment door was even all the way open - not that he did much of anything else with his face, it being the most natural expression to adopt for as long as he could remember, if he cared to try.

For a moment, he didn't say anything, partly because it had taken him aback, someone just barging in and saying who-even-knew-what, and apparently addressing it to the palms of her hands. Unfortunately, he quickly recovered his senses.

"What are you playing at?" Ax demanded, rankled particularly by the fact that he had not understood a word of it. She could have been saying anything. Sitting up, and planting his feet on the floor, he threw back a sentence in rapid German, something along the lines of this being his compartment and that not a single other soul was welcome here. By his standards, it was practically friendly, but enhanced by his general hostility, so that maybe it ended up sounding worse than it was. Here's hoping.

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