standing still

Dameon had wished for a place to think for a while as he paced the corridors of one of the Towers. Even though he had been here for a few weeks he still hasn't gotten the hang of the place, though it was barely his fault; this place was huge compared to the Training Centre, which only had a couple of rooms, and a kitchen, showers, and the garden to it.

As he walked, he realized that a door was forming on the wall. Curious, he walked up to the door and went inside, revealing a room. There was an armchair, and that was where he sat for a while.

Nataliya was fairly new to Durmstrang having just been transferred from America. She growled lowly as she ran through the corridors only to end up in another dead end. She huffed and started pacing around until she backed up startled when a door came into view. Her eyes narrowed then pulled out her wand, casting silencing spells at the door and herself before entering.

She frowned at the room, it was fairly big, had a nice cozy fireplace, an armchair, couches and oh my word. Nataliya's eyes widen and she made sure not to make a sound as she wandered to the bookcase. She spied at the titles before trying to reach one at the top. She jumped and only managed to knock the book of it's shelf and onto the ground where it made a big thump soon.

She gasped in surprise before the books on the bookshelf rain down her, for some reason that one book falling had caused all the books to fall. She huffed and muttered some choice curse words as she dusted off the books that had fallen on her.

Dameon Volans was an ignorant fool.

He hadn't noticed anyone being in the same room as him at all until the books fell down, and Merlin was he an idiot. For someone with heightened senses, his senses were dull. Or at least, they were for that day.

He turned around, and his eyes fell on a girl with flowing blonde hair. It was perfect, and he felt a sudden urge to run his fingers through it and to hold her in his arms, even if just for a brief moment. He wanted to know the face behind that flowing hair. However, she was dusty, and that was due to the books falling down on her. That could be fixed.

He wanted her. Dear hell.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice cold as ice. He picked up one of the books and gently put it back on the shelf. He somehow took the liberty of dusting some of the dust off the girl's shoulders, and his eyes fell on her face.

She was beautiful.

Nataliya's soul almost jumped out of her body when someone started helping her. She mentally huffed as she saw him put one book back but not the others. When he was dusting off the dust from her shoulders; she had looked down to get her wand from her pocket. She pointed it at the books and mumbled a spell which sent the books back to their rightful places and dispelling the dust that had accumulated in and on them including the dust on her.

She looked up only to observe her work. Hrm almost like new she thought before tilting her head at the boy who had helped her... somewhat. She had on a confused expression as she mentally translated Russian to English in her mind.

"Why do you care?" she replied, her voice just as cold as his. If he was going to be cold to her then why not give him the same treatment.

Wow. When the masters said that love can make people blind, they sure as hell weren't joking.

Meon had just watched the girl just mutter some spells to make the books fly to their respective places and she made them clean as well. Why couldn't have he done that? That would have saved her all the trouble of doing all of that, now wouldn't it?

Then again, he had never been good with housework spells.

"A pile of books nearly fell on you. Of course I care," replied the boy coldly, trying not to show much emotion, "and you are a rather appealing. Especially your hair." His deft fingers climbed towards her hair, combing them gently as if he had crossed these waters before.

Nataliya tilted her head at him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. What was this boy going about? He just met her today and cared for her? This picture is certainly wrong she thought. She mentally sighed before shrugging.

"You don't sound like you care" she retorted back at him, her tone still the same emotionless one.

Nat practically growled when he touched her hair. She took a step back and eyed him suspiciously. "Excuse me but what do you think you're doing, kind sir?"

"You don't have to sound like you care to know that you care," Meon replied sharply. He wasn't mad per se; irritated was more the word, "Actions matter more than words. Haven't you heard of that phrase before? Look. I tried to help you clean up those books, and yourself. Doesn't that account for anything?"

This love thing is confusing.

"I am merely expressing my point, kind lady," the Hrabrost student replied, his voice a sudden whisper, "I keep my word: you are beautiful. There. Does that mean anything to you, at all?"