Unpleasant Encounter (( Kris ))

[danika]

Thankfully classes were over for the day. The work was only mildly strenuous, but having to sit in a crowded classroom with mud bloods was suffocating. Even trying to sit as far from them as possible did little good—there was no escaping the stench. It had been said that Hogwarts was one of the finest wizarding schools, but after four years here, she was beginning to doubt it. The education seemed reasonable for the most part, though she did consider their Dark Arts classes hardly more than a joke. Their teachers were worthless and they hardly gave the topic the respect it deserved. In general, she only had a mild dissatisfaction with their Headmaster. He seemed like a gentle old man, which made him weak. Perhaps he was loosing his edge in his old age, and would be replaced promptly.

She made her way down the halls, eager to change out of her drape uniform and into something much more suited to her. Robes were of course a highly important element in the wizarding world, but the pleated skirts and sweaters were such a muggle trend she could hardly stand it. As she walked, she noticed a boy, who’s robes were also trimmed in green, walking up ahead. She had seen him before, but knew nothing other than the fact he was in her own house. She normally made no efforts to befriend any of them, even Slytherins had dropped in quality, and most were simply not worth her time.

[kris]

Kris closed his book with a snap and stretching lazily stood up. Pulling on his robes trimmed with green, Kris dropped the book into his dormitory and walked out of the common room. He had pulled on his cloak, but not his uniform, so under it Kris was still wearing black silk pants and a Slytherin-green silk-blouse.
Kris hadn’t felt like going to class, so he skipped reading in the common room instead. It had been much better way to spend time than being bored out of his mind in some class, where Kris wouldn’t learn anything new anyways.
Entering the hallways Kris saw that classes seemed to be over for the day, so he set out to find one of his friends in Slytehrin. Or his cousin – both options would work.

Kris stalked through the hallways when he noticed his eagle-owl floating behind a near-by window. Kris turned sharply and opened the window, when some younger boy – probably a third or fourth year tried telling him that it wasn’t allowed in the hallways.
“So go running for mommy,” Kris threw carelessly over his shoulder opening the window none the less and slipping the letter the owl had been carrying into his pocket turning to move away again. The boy Kris had ignored seemed rather disturbed by it and pulled out his wand, even though his friend tried to stop him. Seeing the boy ready to cast a hex towards his back, thanks to the reflection of it on the window, Kris back-handed the boy sharply. As the boys head flew back from the sudden hit, Kris whirled on his heel and sent a mean punch into his stomach, sending the guy crashing on the floor as Kris caught his wand.
“Too bad St.Mungos doesn’t have a cure for stupidity. You could certainly need two doses of that cure if not more,” Kris said sharply twirling the boys wand between his fingers . Casting a rope-charm on the boy with the boys own wand, Kris threw the wand out of the window carelessly. Some of the students in the school really needed to be taught their way.

Feeling someone’s eyes on him, Kris turned his own and noticed a fourth year Slytherin he had met the previous day in the common room. Smirking and raising an eye-brow towards her as if asking what she wanted, Kris turned again and started walking down the hallway once again.

[danika]

She watched the display before her calmly. She coudln't not say that the boy's actions were totally unprovoked though it did seem a terrible waste of energy. The youth was hardly worth the effory of pulling out one's wand.

When the Slytherin was done ne turned to her, and silent asked her what she wanted. She raised her own eyebrow in a slightly challenge, though she did think to herself that perhaps he was not quite as lowly and worthless as she origionally thought. There was something in his extpression that was at least a worthy of a Slytherin.

"Do you normally waste your energy by preforming useless spells on little mudbloods?"

[kris]

Kris turned and looked as the girl spoke to him and glanced back at the boy, who was still tied up and shrugged: “He deserved it and I can count it as practice for my O.W.L.s. Besides it was hardly any effort – if that spell would require a serious effort from you, then you really need to do something quickly. Most wizards – and witches as well for that matter – seem to be in pathetic shape making them an easy target.” The last comment was added wit a sneer – Kris himself was in top shape and he didn’t understand how most people dind’t understand that physical shape was necessary as well. Kris observed Danika emotionlessly.

“Students like him need a lesson in manners from time to time. Besides he is a pure-blood actually,” Kris commented dryly – he knew the history of pure-bloods beyond his own family-tree as well, “Used to be a good line, but…”
Kris’s eyes focused on Danika and drawled lazily: “Looking for something special, dolly?” Kris knew Danika’s name, but didn’t bother to use it, as he wasn’t sure yet if he’d even bother to get to know the girl. Their first expressions had been somewhat hostile. Kris wondered briefly if Danika would get irritated by the rather unpleasant pet-name, but didn’t care much. She would have to control herself – otherwise she wouldn’t have survived in Slytherin house for four years. But he waited a bit curiously to see her reaction none the less.

[danika]

"Just because he is a pure blood does not mean he is any better than a mudblood. Just look that thsoe wretched Weasleys." she replied sharply, her gaze ahead to where she was walking insteaf glancing over at him while she spoke.

Her strides were long and stead, she had a set destination and even a conversation with a overly arrogant boy would not effect her travel.

"Hardly any effort is still effort, and there are some so called wizards that are simply not worth it. I never implied that I thought that the spells were actually dificult."

He had asked her a question, refering to her by the name 'dolly' as he had done since their first encounter. She could not say that it was not an irritating nickname, but it was like she said, there were some things simply not worth the effort of arguing over, and whatever he had chosen to call her, was simply not worthy of her time.

"I look for nothing, especially when it would be coming form you."

[kris]

Kris didn’t bother to comment about the Weasleys. There was absolutely no person within the SLytherin house who liked that family. At least none that Kris could think of. “The spell was worth the effort because it showed the kid his place,” Kris answered coolly.

Kris smirked towards Danika and answered with his voice dripping with sarcasm: “Oh wow. I get to keep my family-fortune and not be lured into your into a trap by your charms. And I was already so waiting forward to giving everything upon just one word from you.”<br>Kris sneered arrogantly: “As I already have told you – you aren’t necessary for Earth to keep turning. So what on earth makes you think I would be giving you anything at all?”

[danika]

She brushed off his reply concerning his display towards the younger boy and decided to comment on it no further. It was a personal opinion and when it came to someone such as Kris, it was a useless waste of time, and she was not one to waste something such as that. She has much more valuable things to spend her energy on.

The corner of her lip gloss coated lip curved up as he made his oh-so-eloquent reply to her comment. He truly was a typical male. Concerned she actually wanted something of him and jumping to such conclusions and extremes.

“Did I not just tell you that I don’t want anything from you or do you require everything to be repeated in order for it to be comprehended? And I don’t lure anyone.”<br>She abruptly stopped her stride, turning just as quickly as she had stopped so she stood directly in font of him, her deep honey-hazel eyes holding a steady gaze towards him.
“They follow willingly.”

[kris]

Kris smirked at Danika’s words meeting her gaze easily and holding it with his own green eyes: “They follow willingly. Well I’m glad to hear you don’t have to run after them. Following someone around like a sick puppy would absolutely clash with your… complexion.” Kris made a noticeable pause before his last word, letting the pause hanging in the air. Danika could read out what she wanted from it, even though Kris was slightly curious as to what she thought it might mean.
Turning his head with a sly smile Kris followed a girl’s cheek with his finger. The girl seemed a bit shocked by the sudden display of acknowledgment as she blushed crimson, but as Kris had met with her before, she didn’t pull away. The fifth year seemed to think she would tame Kris. Maybe the ‘bad boys’ reputation of a Slytherin attracted her.
“Will I see you tonight?” the girl asked shyly as her friends gasped.

“Then again. They always follow,” Kris told Danika with a sly wink and a smile before dropping his hand sharply and throwing a ‘no’ over his shoulder to the girl.
The comment – ‘they always follow’ – had amused Kris. So he glanced at Danika with a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips: “But I’ll remember to try and not under-estimate you then.”<br>

[danika]

She did not remained unchanged by his comment of her following like a…what was it? Oh yes, sick puppy and its relation to her comment. Though the change was slight, only a soft upward curve in the corners of her lip, an action she was sure she had done in front of him before. If only he knew.

She waited until the girl Kris had decided to prove his arrogant wooing power on had taken a few steps away before she clapped—waiting just long enough to make one wonder exactly what she was thinking.

“Oh Bravo…Bravo…I am just touched at your willingness to display your honed power over young women. Your family must be so proud.” She paused for a moment, the same smile on her face as before. She had to admit…he was one of a kind, and that was probably a good thing. “But before your ego swells to the extend that it cuts off the blood supply to your brain,” she paused at her words, reaching a finger forward to tap his forehead as if she thought he might confuse it with another body part “walking in the same hallway as a the superior gender, and by that I do mean female, does not fall under the category of following, despite how your minuscule intelligence defines the word.” She let another slight smile curl her lips before she raised the same hand she had tapped his forehead with and held her thumb centimeters from her forefinger. “And for clarification, minuscule means little.”

[kris]

“My family is dead, but I think my father might be amused. Ma cousinne ((a relative in French)) is annoyed by it,” Kris stated calmly, but with an amused twitch of his lip-corners as Danika went on trying to irritate him. It wasn’t really working though, but it was most certainly amusing. Kris even didn’t pull away when Danika tapped his fore-head with her finger.
“Minuscule means little. Funny. I always thought that word was used about letters that weren’t capitalized. And miniature was used when talking about the size of something else,” Kris drawled out lazily at the last comment, “As for the superior gender, I’ll try to keep that in mind. Then again – how could I not give women some respect – I’m born from one of them after all.”<br>
Reaching a door in the hallway, Kris pulled it open and with an arch of his eye-brow and tilt of his head stepped aside to let Danika through first: “You have a Slavic accent. Rumanian perhaps. Bulgarian might be close as well. I doubt it’s pure Russian though. Ukraine might be rather close as well. Mind telling me where did you get the accent?” Kris asked – he himself knew rather many languages and could speak Russian as well. Maybe that was why he had noticed and even recognized Danika’s accent to be a slvic accent.


((Sorry, for the long delay before I replied. I have been really out of mood with Kris))

[danika]

She was calm when he spoke of his family, telling her that they were gone. The pending chance of loss never bothered her, and she was not going to become upset when it had no relation to her. “I hope you don’t expect sympathy over the loss of your family. People go, that’s life.”<br>
She let his other comments go with out additional remarks from her, deciding they were not worth the effort. His mood seemed to have eased a bit, it was barely notable, but she could tell by his comments. He seemed to have eased out of the idea of picking a fight, which suited her just fine. Fights were fine when necessary, but most of the time they were a rather useless waste of energy.

She sent him a sideways glance when he held the door open for her. Such a chivalrous act was to be expected of the high class of wizards, but she had not expected it from him. After a slight paused she stepped forward again, glancing over at him when he commented on her accent. He had surprised her once again. Despite the fact she had spent nearly half of her life in London, the influence of her early years and her family dominated as verbal influences.

“You have a better ear than most. It’s Romanian mainly. I spent my childhood, and my summers there, but my family is from the Ukraine.”

[kris]

Danika paused a little before stepping through the door Kris had held open. Kris couldn’t suppress as smirk. He was rather anti-social and often didn’t bother to be very polite, but he could be the epitome of politeness when necessary. Kris had been brought up among the highest class of wizards after all.
“Romania. Nice country – picturesque landscapes. Good vines. Some interesting legends and traditions. Never been to Ukraine though,” Kris mused calmly, “And I just recognized the Slavic accent probably as I can speak Russian myself. It takes some getting used to, but it’s not too difficult to learn.”<br>
“And no, I don’t expect any false sympathy. I don’t see any point why people try to offer it so constantly,” Kris almost sneered at the thought. He was too proud to ever let anyone see him being brought down or feeling miserable. And he didn’t accept sympathy nor pity from anyone either.
Kris made a circle with his head and decided that he should get a cappuccino for himself: “Heading to somewhere special?”<br>

[danika]

He spoke well about Romania, and for a fleeting moment she wondered how he knew about the land she grew up in. The urge soon faded though, such care to another’s experiences wasted too much of her precious energy. Though with his gentlemanly behavior did make her start to believe that perhaps he did have a close to reasonable upbringing. Her eyebrow rose when he said he spoke Russian. It was not a common language, especially in this area.
“People always think what they do not know is too hard for them.”<br>
She continued to walk steadily down the hall, brushing off his comment about sympathy. It was a similar feeling that she had. She preferred to keep her personal situations to herself. She had no need for others to try and ‘make her feel better’ when it was nothing they had influence over in the first place. She did not look over at him again when he asked where she was going. She had yet to decide on one truly. She was just planning on walking until she got where she wanted to be.

“No, but I am considering getting a drink. After that joke of a DADA class I could use a latte.”

[kris]

Kris shrugged: “Some people are idiots as well. Correction – most people are actually. Spent a couple of months in Russia a few years ago and I have visited the country form time to time so I have pretty much picked it up on the go. Then took some classes to polish the language.” Kris shrugged – Russian wasn’t the only language besides Italian, French and English he spoke. Languages came easy to him. At least the ones he had tried to learn or understand the basics of. Kris wondered briefly what Chienese or Japanese would be like to speak making a mental note to check the languages when he had some spare time.

Hearing Danika wanted a latte, Kris glanced at her curiously. Most people in England preferred tea. Sometimes even with milk – that was something Kris didn’t get. He absolutely despised tea with milk. And the same could be said about pumpkin juice. Butter-beer was alright, but Kris still preferred a strong, well-prepared coffee.
Then again – Danika wasn’t a born English.
“I guess you have to tolerate my prefer my presence a little longer then as I want a cappuccino. At least the house-elves have finally learned to make that tolerably. The coffee-shop down in Hogsmeade has the most horrifying coffee I have ever had,” Kris sneered at the mere thought as they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, “DADA? I sometimes wonder exactly how crazy Dumbeldore is. Considering some of the choices about staff he has made, he must be rather hopeless.”<br>

[danika]

So that was how he knew. He had been to Russia. She too had been there, ad found Romania much ore beautiful, but their cultures were similar. They were stronger than most, and not necessarily in the physical sense. She liked that. Most people were far too weak.
“The easiest way to learn a language is to live it.”<br>
She was still moving steadily when he mentioned that she would be tolerating his presence for a while longer. That was the most accurate definition of her feelings. She didn’t dislike him exactly, but he had far from won her over. She still found him rather arrogant, but at least he no longer cared to buckle into a power struggle. Such things were necessary with those of lower intelligence, but there were rather draining and she preferred to use her energy on other things.
“They still have not made a latte that was how I wished it. They use poor espresso and too much milk. One would really have thought that the types of coffee would have caught on enough in the wizarding world that somewhere there would be a reasonable selection to be had.”<br>
As they neared the kitchen the soft noises of house elves moving quickly around could be heard. With the number of them one would think they would have better service and would not have to walk half way across the castle to get a ill prepared coffee.
“Dumbledor is incompetent and I am counting the days until someone realizes it and throws him out for good.”

[kris]

“That is true. The house-elves constantly need some punishments to do anything correct,” Kris sneered at the thoughts of house-elves. Sometimes they were as useless and pathetic as muggle-borns. Almost as irritating as well. But house-elves were at least useful for some jobs like cleaning for example. Even though it was much more fun to watch humans serve you. Their spirits slowly breaking until they lost everything.

“Dumbeldore is a senile old fool, who can’t even choose competent professors. Making that half-giant freak a professor,” loathing was hearable in Kris’s voice, even when he didn’t finish the sentence. There wasn’t one Slytherin who liked Hagrid as a teacher.
Tickling the pear they had came to, Kris watched as it turned into a door-handle with a sneer. Hadn’t there really been some more normal way to make a door?
Opening the door Kris once again stopped to let Danika in first.

[danika]

“People are too easy on house-elves” she replied to his first comment about the treatment of house elves. “Of course their intelligence is well below that of a true wizard, but that is no excuse for the errors they make. We simply needed to start putting mudbloods in the kitchen with them. Give another useless race a purpose and perhaps straighten out those incompetent house elves.”<br>
The topic had switched to Dumbledore, and though she did not show it, she was surprised that this boy seemed to have some reasonable opinions about the wizarding world. She did not answer though. There was no need in replying, instead, her agreement to his statement was understood.

When he opened the door and waiting for her to pass through it again, she glanced over at him, this time with less surprise than before. As she passed through she paused, waiting for him.
“Obviously some incompetent mudblood came up with the idiotic idea of a giant pear for a door.”

[kris]

“House-elves absolutely need to be punished – their work would even start to come close to satisfactory otherwise,” Kris commented dryly entering the kitchen after Danika and scowling at the house-elves, “Extra-strong cappuccino and immediately!”<br>One of the creatures squeeked that it understood in an annoying tone of voice, while the others crowded around Danika, wanting to know what she wanted to order.

“Hogwarts needs very big changes to be brought upon this place. Snape seems to be the only professor who seems to know something useful in this place,” Kris said grimacing at traces of flour on the floor. Not wanting to dirty his hands with touching a house-elf, Kris kicked one of the, who happened to be on the way, “Can’t you even cook? Do you think we are mudblood to allow such mess? Clean this up immediately!”<br>the house-el set to working quickly while Kris almost growled at one other creature. House-elves really did annoy him. Dumbeldore was way to gentle with the creatures. They needed to be forced to work and work hard.

[danika]

Kris had barely barked out his request before she called out her own “Mocha Latte, real milk, dark espresso. Now!”<br>The ignorant creatures scattered around them and she tensed slightly and took a half step closer to Kris, half listening to his comments as she did. “I am going to have to burn these clothes, the smell will never come out.”<br>
She continued to watch the house elves as he spoke. She planed on sending a nasty shock towards them if they did not make her latte to her orders. Kris might have taken the barbaric route of kicking, but that was far too close to touching for her tastes.

“These conditions are hardly sanitary, even if this place was only for mudbloods. Why Dumbledore has even hired such useless creatures is beyond me, that senile old fool. He can hire no one worth the room they stay in. How long doe it take to make a latte?! Can you incompetent creatures not comprehend the word now!”

[kris]

Kris accepted the cup of cappuccino a shivering house-elf brought him and tasted it. It wasn’t 100% good, but it was passable. And Kris didn’t want to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in the company of the house-elves.
“Let’s go and find somewhere better to drink if your drink is acceptable,” Kris suggested to Danika – the girl sparked his interest.
“The worst part is that you can hardly get quality food in Hogsmeade either. The Three Broomsticks – that’s as unsanitary. And usually filled with mudbloods and those other freaks,” Kris shook his head regretfully at the thought while taking one more sip of his drink.