Mila Bellarus
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![[*]](./images/aventure/default_icon.gif) posted on 8-19-2010 at 11:42 PM |
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After Class (closed)
<Why, Mila had been asked to stay after class loads of times, usually by Mika, occasionally by someone better looking, and rarely ever
because she'd done anything wrong. 'Mila, could you hold on a minute?' was usually the preamble to a few minutes on a desk with someone grunting and
groaning on top of her - someone she was legitimately dating! - until the backs of her knees were good and purple and that headache just up and
disappeared. But here, it was all she could do not to blanch and start babbling about 'what have I done? Did I make you angry?' Because Ian,
regardless of how polite he had been in his office with the cupcake offerings and the polite conversation, gave her the distinct feeling that none of
that..social etiquette would have been there if Kennedy hadn't been sitting next to her. Mila understood that she was not and probably never would be
his favorite student, especially after her offer to pick him up a sweet or two in the village had been so rapidly shot down. Most people would have
been frustrated by that kind of brush off, but here was a woman who really understood the meaning of the phrase, you can't please everyone.
That, and Mila never would have been anyone in the world of women if she took social kindness at face value. Reading between the lines qualified as a
hobby in her book.>
I know my writing on that essay wasn't my best work, but I had a lot on my mind. I'll absolutely do a better job next time, promise.
<No matter how fucking nervous it made her to think that she was about to be on the receiving end of a very unpleasant lecture, she still
made the effort to dig up one of those world class oral hygeine commercial smiles of hers. There may as well have been a big flashing neon sign above
her blond head that beamed Don't kill me!>
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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Ian Murray
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| posted on 8-19-2010 at 11:56 PM |
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<Ian should have enjoyed her nervousness. She was blonde, had the same commercial ready smile and confidence. All that was missing was the
half-veela looks to back it up. The realization still took him back though and for a moment he just gazed at her, brow furrowing faintly. Was that
really it? How... petty. He frowned to himself, swinging the door shut with a wave of his hand.>
Relax.
<A pause to carefully sound proofing the door in the case of nosy students who wanted to see if Ian really -did- put out. Ian came to sit -on top-
of his desk, as careless as a student who's teacher had stepped out of the room. It and the rolled up sleeves on the crisp white shirt almost made him
look casual. At least he wasn't drinking in front of her? Yet.>
I want to talk about Kennedy, actually. To make this short and hopefully less painful, I want to know if you can look after him if something happens
to me.
You\'re too important for anyone
You play the role of all you want to be
But I, I know who you really are
You\'re the one who cries when you're alone
You think I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone
Where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape.
all the drugs in this world won't save you from yourself
Professor of Charms- Lynn
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 8-20-2010 at 12:34 AM |
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<Pretend for a moment that instead of saying what he did, Ian had drawn back one of his lovely veela hands and slapped her directly across the
face. The only thing missing in Mila's reaction was a big red welt and a couple of tears thrown in for dramatic effect, but oh God, he may as
well have - the air drained out of her lungs in a slow, deliberate hiss, and for a second, Mila had one of those detatched is this real life?
moments, because there was no way on earth that this topic was about to be discussed in the open. What a show! What a twist! Any second now, a bunch
of people would leap out from behind invisibility cloaks cheering and giggling about how, aw, she could wipe that look right off of her face, the
whole thing was an elaborate hoax designed for maximum comedic value. After she was all finished being completely and utterly still, Mila sucked her
teeth and underwent an almost obvious physical change. That veneer of super! hyper! bubbly! brightness! dropped, and in its place was something more
shrewd and calculating, less girl and more convincingly woman. Whether or not Ian thought it was stupid, she had her reasons for prefering he thought
her relationship with Kennedy was yet another empty physical interest that she would abandon as soon as she got bored.>
I'm sorry, I'm not understanding the nature of your relationship with him. <And so, it was better to scope out the situation by asking professor
Murray a few questions of her own.> Are you two..related? I could see you being an uncle, maybe..or some other relative he isn't aware of. I didn't
know you were looking after him. Was that what our going to your office was about?
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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Ian Murray
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| posted on 8-20-2010 at 12:49 AM |
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I'm not related, we're not fucking and I'm not getting anything in particular for helping him. Make of that what you will.
<A one shouldered shrug and a pause allowed to descend. There was no Rita Skeeter, no cameras and no giggles from behind a curtain. Stillness,
provided she didn't jump to fill the voice would descend. There was no rustle of fabric and only softest sounds of inhaling, if she strained for it.
Ian gazed back at her, easily able to hold that assessing gaze.>
I plan to have him stay here over the summer and separate him from some of his crazier family members. That part should work. What I can't predict is
what will happen to me, when the Death Eaters eventually come to Hogwarts. It may go well, it may not. If I'm taken, he'll need someone to speak for
him. You're the top on a very short list of candidates.
<Ian trailed off and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from on top of the desk. He withdrew a stick, lit with a tap of a fingertip and inhaled slowly.
Giving her a moment to process all of that.>
You\'re too important for anyone
You play the role of all you want to be
But I, I know who you really are
You\'re the one who cries when you're alone
You think I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone
Where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape.
all the drugs in this world won't save you from yourself
Professor of Charms- Lynn
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 8-20-2010 at 12:59 AM |
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I didn't say anything about --
<About them having sex, she meant, but he continued before she could flounder some more.>
Yes, I can do that. I would do it if you hadn't asked, which apparently, based on this conversation, you're already aware of. <And she wasn't too
thrilled about it.> If we're doing this, I need some help from your end. I need some information. I don't know anything about the Stowells besides
what's readily available. I have to know what my resources would be up against and why you of all people have such an interest in him in the first
place - and don't bother making jokes about wanting to fuck him, I'm completely serious here. It's not cute and I never considered it in the first
place. My opinion of you is a little more accurate than assuming you fuck any student you find attractive.
<If Ian knew anything about Mila's position, her abilities, and the enormous bag of backup tricks she had up her sleeves, then it wasn't a far cry
for him to really understand what she was saying, here - that she had no illusions about who he was or what he did in his spare time, nor any
assumptions that hadn't been either debunked or confirmed. There was no part of this that Mila thought was funny, and it was absolutely
obvious from one look at her.>
A pass for the restricted section would be a decent start, after you've told me what you know about them.
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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