But You've Read It Twice [Matthieu]

[Katya Chernenko]

If there was something Yekaterina both loathed and loved about Hogwarts, it was the book collection. The library was wonderful, but the stories were never quite like her father's fairytales. Thus while she loved the endless knowledge, she hated how stunted it seemed, and how far away from home it kept her feeling. She chewed on her lip as she continued visually dig through books, her fangs pressing against the flesh that was hidden behind a house scarf, as if it all would help her find better books exactly like her father's words. He was no author, she knew it impossible.

Instead she found herself in the section on dragons, a compromise she told herself, something more to learn but also something to remind her again of home as well as back-up hopes and dreams. She sighed, running her fingers now along the spines of books at her level, then she stopped and pulled one out. Immediately she put it back. No, she'd read that one, three times her fourth year. She needed another. No, no, no, no. So many books, so many she'd read, loved, reread. It's what she got for having a Romanian father who loved dragons as much as he hated garlic.

That thought made her laugh.

Yekaterina kicked her feet at the ground beneath her, sighing once more. "I need must find something..." it was muttered broken words, as most her english was, and it was then she crossed her arms below her breasts. "Hm, maybe...." things in other languages, of course, she should look for something easier to read. Something her eyes could just know.

It was nothing of far of lands, daring sword fights, a prince in disguise, but she wouldn't struggle so much. A native book, and it would have magic, even if not fantasy and as fun. Add some dragons or a vampire with a love for sweets and it almost really was like home.

Home. In all her seven years she never felt so sick for it. She needed to shake the thought. Damn, maybe just pick a book and go cuddle up with Marichka, a good idea. Yes, a wonderful idea. Or just something to not think so much of home.

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Matthieu Williams ; tis my idea, I can change things if needs be, lemme know. But yo, here we go ^^

[Matthieu Williams]

We all are living in a dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream

There was just something about the Library that drew Matthieu to its hallowed shelves. It could be the smell of paper aeons old, the feel of leather from a hippogriff, or even the taboo of finding a book bound in the flesh of a human. It was a thrill to discover what each tome held with its bindings, and it was a satisfaction when he came to the final page with new knowledge acquired. He had spent the last hour carefully picking through titles, seeking titles that he had yet to crack into-- thought even after 6 years of being a voracious reader he had yet to even reach the summit of the boundless reading offered to him in this vast room. He would need a time turner and several sessions of a full education to achieve that unattainable goal.     So he resided himself to reading as many books as he could as of current.     As such, it was another day where the Canadian could be found collecting a stack of books for the week to check out so that his nose could always be pressed to pages of knowledge. This day, however, the stack could not be contained to just below his chin. With books pressed so high only the top of his crown was visible, the Canadian attempted the trek across the shelved walkways to find his usual table and his usual seat.     It wasn’t common that Matt ever found himself crossing paths with anyone else, and if he did it was common for him to render aid to the lost traveller if needed. However, today was not the day he could possibly help another, his vision blocked by the sweet musk of a 200-year-old book about Irish lore. He hadn’t expected another, in the least, and when he found himself bumping into a solid frame and stumbling back a bit, the blue-and-black-clad Canadian let slip a soft curse in his native tongue as books slipped from his grasp and toppled as he did.     They made such a terrible clatter, and Matthieu found himself humiliated before his eyes lifted to behold a woman-- well, her chest. Even with his glasses askew, he did not miss them. Quickly gulping and mumbling gruff apologies and grovelling to gather his books on the floor, Matt could not help the blush that ran from his nose bridge to his ears. He not only worried he had offended the girl, he worried that because of his hold he had been inappropriate!     “I should have made two trips.” He scolded himself, before uttering another french curse for speaking that outloud. Glancing up from his knees, fingers moving to straighten his askew spectacles, the blond male peered at the woman, “Did… Did I-- Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”     She was cute, at least. 472 | Katya Chernenko I hope this is okay. I'm sorry for my awkward child LOL

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[Katya Chernenko]

Thoughts always seemed to wrap her up completely, and this time was no exception. She was picking out books, putting them back, her eyes just going back and forth and trying to settle on something. She couldn't though, which was when she stepped back, and ultimately, into the path that led her into some one running into her. As soon as there was impact, she pulled herself the opposite way, giving a small shriek- possibly much to cute for such a woman who was bundled up and so largely built.

“I should have made two trips.”

Though quickly smoothing out her metaphorical feathers, she'd missed what he'd said as she turned to see it was a boy, who was picking books off the floor. Shit. Yekaterina was quickly down to help him, stacking up the books as to help him as she could. She caught the second thing he said to her, and paused to tug that yellow scarf of her's down and give him a smile just a little. It was of course counter productive of hiding her fangs, but after her position and her years of schooling, so many knew so what was the point in hiding it?

“Did… Did I-- Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

"No, no, you did not hurt me. Do not worry, please, yes?" there was that smile still, and she pulled another book to the pile. "I am very sorry, sorry so much, for being in way of yours. I got....distracted?" then there was a laugh, she couldn't help it and really, it was true. So much to the point where she still never really picked anything. No stories felt right at the moment, so perhaps this literal run in came at the perfect time. Even if just a short time, as she expected him to take these books and go back to whatever he had planned, she could at least lend a hand for a moment. 

"Might I ask what you plan with so many of these.." she trailed off when she gave a real look to him as she had gone to scoot the pile of books she made over to him. He was absolutely adorable. "Oh."

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Matthieu Williams ; he's so precious ohmygod

[Matthieu Williams]

We all are living in a dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream

There was a pause, the teen looking upward at that final soft “oh” before swallowing hard. Had it happened again? He was quite used to people staring at him, looking at him like he was something more than just a normal kid-- which he was. Though it was rare, when he found himself angry-- He shook his head and smiled a bit, trying not to dwell or curse his bloodright. His grandmother was a wonderful woman, and his mother, too. It was far from his fault what enchantments his blood held.     “Ah… I am glad. I was planning on reading these books, if I’m honest. I want to read all the books here, so I take several at a time.” He explained with a shy smile, pressing one of the tomes to his face, so only his eyes could peer at the woman as he fought to hide his blush and small pout-- and that was when he noticed the fangs.     Being so scholarly, he needn't ask what they meant. He knew well, after his long stint in his third year reading of vampirism and how it actually worked away from the traditional meta of the muggle world. Blinking a few times, Matthieu’s face slowly was returned to view, as he glanced up from her pointed smile to gaze upon her face.     It was almost vindicating, to see another student that wasn’t a “normal”. A half-blood like himself, someone cursed with a strange existence apart from the status quo. Those violet eyes flicked to the side some, in contemplation on what to say, how to say it without sounding like a complete loser--     “Oh merde…” he said in a whisper before looking back at the girl, “I’m sorry. I was-- I mean… You’re not fully human, are you?” Might as well out with it, Matt decided. Knees pressed to the floor, his toes digging into the hardwood as he sat on his heels and peered at the hufflepuff woman before him. The younger prefect knew who she was, no need to ask. She was the head girl, and he knew that several people wanted her. Yekaterina Chernenko.     “I… I’m not either…” He confessed in a barely audible whisper before pressing the book to his face once more to hide his face. He hadn’t even told Alfred yet of his Veela ancestry. He had held it, keeping his temper under complete wraps to hid his transformation. He didn’t become a harpie like his mother and grandmother, no. But he did change when angry. His eyes turned ebony, his hair feathered out from his form and his nails turned into claw-like ebony talons. Not long, just to a point. It was something he realised quickly that was supposed to stay hidden, kept a deep secret…     “I’m sorry… I’ll take care of this and get… get out of your hair…” 477 | Katya Chernenko gawd, katya is precious too ahh.

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[Katya Chernenko]

“Ah… I am glad. I was planning on reading these books, if I’m honest. I want to read all the books here, so I take several at a time.”

When he pressed the book against his face to hide, she couldn't help but to laugh softly. He was really precious, and she shifted herself, raising a hand push the book down a little ways from him before she reached back in a fluid move to tuck back some of her hair. Hopefully doing that wasn't over stepping her bounds with him, having just met, but she just couldn't help it. She didn't want to scare him, nor embarrass him into hiding.

"You wish to learn lot." another fanged smile and giggled, her hands were now folded in her lap. "You pick very good books, yes? I should take suggestion. I too learn lot, I love book too."


She allowed there to be a few moments of silence, just watching him, waiting. He whispered something, words she didn't her nor recognize either way, and she just tilted her head like a questioning puppy. Blinking, she waited for him to continue, if he were going to, but was completely taken aback by his next words.

“I’m sorry. I was-- I mean… You’re not fully human, are you?” before she could respond, he continued. “I… I’m not either…”

"I..." she blinked, suddenly looking down, her face angled into her scarf. She was never so flustered about her race usually, but never were things like this before. Yekaterina usually even learned to take pride in her vampirism, her father taught her too. Now however she felt almost...flustered for a moment. "I.."

 “I’m sorry… I’ll take care of this and get… get out of your hair…”

"Wait." she snapped her head up, reaching out. "Do not go, I...I am not human, no. Vampire, partly, yes. Papa is vampire, mother is..." she paused. "Not. I am me. What are you, that you differ too?" she had a guess, but didn't want to assume, such being said, she also hoped she could ask him such a question. Her fingers were fidgeting in her lap now, and she looked down, away. There was another similar to her, not completely, but it was in the way of not being normal, of being different. 

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Matthieu Williams ; she tries uwu honestly this is the cutest thing and I'm dying I love it

[Matthieu Williams]

We all are living in a dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream

A single sneaker stayed pressed to the hardwood in the the midpoint of shifting to stand, the blond paused in the action there of as he gazed down at the woman, listening to her tell of her heritage, of her birthright as a vampire. He could not help but watch as she tilted her head downward and listen as she spoke. “What are you, that you differ too?" the question wasn’t a surprise yet it still struck him heavy. It was something he held close to his chest, something his mother had long explained was not something to pride yourself on. With his blood came the unintentional curse of causing others to fall in love, to desire the body over the mind, to obsess over. She had warned him many times that it was a curse, that he should fear his anger lest the flames of rage smolder and burn all he held dear.     He sat back on his haunches and contemplated sharing the truth with the elder woman.     She, of all people, could understand, right? It was a weight he had been burdened with, the horror stories his mother told him of when he was an infant, demanding with a cry and a transformation. His eyes graduated to his fingers, looking at the normal nails for a long moment, before looking at the woman with a fear in his eyes. “Veela. My mother is Veela.” He finally uttered softly, “I don’t turn into a bird, not like my mother can. My hair will ‘feather’, my eyes turn an ebony-pitch colour... I grow talon-like claws when I am angry-- like true anger, not annoyed or upset… Though if I am annoyed enough my hair will start to feather slightly… There is not a day I catch people staring at me. Thankfully they do not stalk or harass me like men have my mother…” He was speaking in a soft whisper as if talking to the wind, not the woman before him. His eyes remained focused on his hand the whole time he spoke, before finally looking up to gaze at the woman.     “It is said that anyone attracted to the sex that is the Veela, if they stare long enough, become betwixt. But male Veela are rare... I don't know if it applies to me... Mother told me to not tell a soul… because of this fact…” He would murmur softly, before sitting back to the floor, shifting his legs so that one was crossed before him and the other was pressed against his chest as his arms wound around it. “She said that it could expose me to who knows what… She said people like us, like you and I… we are persecuted, we are discriminated against. It wasn’t our choice to be born how we are, yet she said that we would be treated like second-class... “     He could not help but swallow hard and look at the girl with sadness in his eyes, “I’ve always been scared to tell anyone… You won’t tell will you?” 507 | Katya Chernenko Scared Mattie for Katya. ;;

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[Katya Chernenko]

There was a silence to her as she waited, allowing him his time to respond. Then he did, simply; “Veela. My mother is Veela.”

Of course he went on, in more depth. She listened, intently. It made sense, like a puzzle fitting together just, with bigger pieces. That's why he was so pretty, awe striking really, she felt a little silly for not knowing sooner. She knew about Veela, but perhaps it was, as he said, the rarity of male Veela, or even as she knew the fact of the very rarity of inbred genetics, that threw her for a loop. She wasn't sure, but it had been something, or so she'd tell herself.

As she listened to his words, each seemed to paint a picture in her head, and certainly it was a little of that which was like a watered down Veela. Fair, genetics worked like that. Like how garlic just upset her stomach, though her father couldn't have it at all, in fact her hated it. It was a generous comparison, she mused.

“I’ve always been scared to tell anyone… You won’t tell will you?” he spoke as he was looking at her, with such a sadness it shook her. That was when she reached forward, taking the chance to brush her fingers lightly against his cheek as she shook her head.

"No, I never tell." she smiled sweetly, lifting her head from her scarf again. "People can be horrible, mean, I know it, so never tell." such words made her think of the stories her father told her of her mother, how ironic they seemed now. What mother? Getting rid of her because of her own mistake, because of blood. The child was a half breed what pure blood witch would want that? Yekaterina knew it, people were terrible, horrible. People were ugly. Her mother was the ugliest. So truthfully, this was he way of giving her word, promising, no one would know, good nor bad, never to chance the bad.

She pulled her hand away after a moment, now simply offering it to him. "Word is bond, bond is promise. Trust, yes?" there was a moment of quiet again. "I would ask for same return, but most the school knows my parents. Mama was known well, Ravenclaw, not liked. Papa...vampire word spread fast. People know, people see. People see me. But you. You hide well, better than I could have. So I help you hide. Knowing secret help protect." he seemed like he could function on his own, and with Veela blood she had no doubt in her mind, but, something for her was just so mothering, she wanted to still. So there was her word, and her hand still to offer.

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Matthieu Williams ; this boi I swear-- Katya is d y i n g

[Matthieu Williams]

We all are living in a dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream

"No, I never tell." A slow, steady exhale came from the Canadian male, his eyes wavering a bit as he watched her as her fingers pressed to his cheek. From her touch a heat spread once more across his face, the canadian quickly pulling his robe up to cover the fluster. He could not hide it completely, but he also felt that he was being foolish. No, half breeds should stick together, always. "Word is bond, bond is promise. Trust, yes?" He would just nod at her next words, taking in her words and letting them sink into place. She couldn’t hide… not like he could. It was forced on her for everyone to know, because of her past. His mother had gone to a different school, in a different country-- and as far as his father was concerned he did not exist.     He swallowed hard and slowly pulled down his robe, violet tinctures gazing to the woman before him with a small smile, “Yes. Knowing a secret can help protect.” He would look around at his mess of books before looking at the buxom blond before him, “You said something before about wanting help with a book?” Anything… anything to change the subject at hand, and lower the risk of anyone else ever finding out about what he was, or putting her into a situation much the same. Fingers quickly moved to lift and stack the discarded tomes, his eyes casting upwards to her for a moment as he gathered his books, “Tell me, what kind of book are you seeking? I’ll be happy to help you locate something good.”     Shifting to stand with a decidedly smaller thickly thick bound books, the Canadian seemed to glitter excitedly, “I’ll be right back, lemme go set these at my table and then I’ll come back for the rest. Then we can start looking for you something that catches your interest, okay?” He quickly started off toward the back of the library, taking the quick reprieve to gather himself and slowly return to his normal self…     Not only was he buzzing about the fact she was really beautiful, but she was also a half-breed like himself. “Now, Matt. You can do this. Don’t fuck this up.” He muttered to himself, “She’s just like you. You can make it work. You might actually make a friend if this goes well. Just lay all your cards on the table carefully!” He wo nod to himself a few times, before turning back to go fetch both the woman and his other books, so he could help her in her quest. 435 | Katya Chernenko Sorry for the wait. I ended up falling asleep mid-sentence and b o y did I need it LOL. I hope this was worth the wait, Ryn ;;

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[Katya Chernenko]

“You said something before about wanting help with a book?” he seemed adamant to change the topic, even moving the books. She could only watch as he continued speaking. “Tell me, what kind of book are you seeking? I’ll be happy to help you locate something good.”

"Not sure." it was all she could managed for the moment. It was true, she wasn't truthfully sure what she was looking for, just something. "Books like papa's stories are too hard finding, I look for more dragon books, yes?" she still found it a good middle ground, so it seemed a good answer. That, and all the information she could teach herself on such creatures meant she could continue to impress her father and work on her backup goal of working towards becoming a Dragon Keeper. 

Wouldn't that be a thought too, working with Dragons. It was a fantasy, but it would mean maybe seeing her father's home more than just little trips, it would mean maybe she could treat him to maybe going back. Wales was nice, but it wasn't the same, she knew, so dragons and a better home, and a good life. It would be so good for them, she thought, especially for everything he did for her, and after everything her mother put them both through. That, and well, dragons, right?

“I’ll be right back, lemme go set these at my table and then I’ll come back for the rest. Then we can start looking for you something that catches your interest, okay?” his words tore her from her thoughts and she jerked her head to look at him, watching as he was up and gone with some of the texts. Yekaterina only tilt her head and watched him leave.

"O-okay--! Come soon back, yes?" she was smiling, still sitting almost dazed on the floor for a moment, thinking. Dragons, books, the pretty boy, hoping he would indeed return soon.

She pushed herself up and smoothed down her skirt first, the rest of her uniform after, then fixed her scarf. This was far from how she expected this library visit, but, so far, no complaints.

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Matthieu Williams ; finally got this done ;; computer is still glitchy-ish, but better. Hope it's alright

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[attr="class","textie"]    The woman's final words echoed in his mind, which caused him to blush as he brushed his robe and made sure it was straight, it was right and that he wasn’t going to stumble over himself. "O-okay--! Come soon back, yes?" He nodded a few times and shifted his stance, inhaling once to puff out his chest as he started an internal monologue of how he could do this, how he could hold a conversation with a pretty older girl that’s not his sisters-- before exhaling suddenly and making a face, wondering why he was so weird… But he took his first steps forward anyway and started back towards Katya.[break][break]

    “See, I told you I would be back.” He said softly, his blush returning as the humiliation of making her wait struck him, “Sorry I took so long, I was caught in thought for a minute there.” He quickly knelt to gather the rest of his books with a gaze upward at the girl to speak, before blushing and quickly looking away. Thank god for robes, otherwise, he would have been an unintentional pervert. He quickly shifted to stand, making a sound akin to a grunt as he hoisted the heavy books upward and smiled awkwardly at the girl. “Follow me, Yakatrina! Once I put these books down we’ll find you the perfect book.”[break][break]

    It wasn’t a long walk to his usual table, one he would share with his sweetest sister when she wanted to accompany him for a wonderful coffee break. Setting the books to the mahogany, the blond once more pressed his fingers to his robe once more before turning to face the woman with a shy little smile, “Now then, you wanted a book on dragons, eh?” His eyes glittered at the idea of playing librarian for once, and he quickly shifted to the left, “They are this way, the good historical ones. I think there might be a few in the foreign language section, too, but I can’t tell. Unless it’s French or English, I can’t read it.”[break][break]

    He paused and looked at the woman before him with a tilted head, “Which would you prefer, Yakatrina?”

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