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Post by ANYA OGILVIE on Jun 24, 2010 15:56:56 GMT -5
A few days have passed living in Wexford Academy and Anya has yet to find a day where she's not in some form of embarrassing situation or trouble. Being a klutz was her life story; then again, before she just had her brothers to laugh at her, now it seems like when the student body population is laughing at her, it's a little tad bit more shameful. Anya had asked one of the paintings for instructions on how to get to the owlery and for some miraculous reason, she actually got to the venue without getting too terribly lost.
"Sixth floor, past the painting of two old men playing wizards chess, past the knight and it'll be the first door you come across" she kept repeating the instructions in her head while clutching to the letter in her hand. Before leaving for Wexford, she had promised her brothers that she would write to update them on her situation at hand. Anya assumed it was out of protectiveness, but in truth, her brothers simply wanted to know what sort of trouble she got herself into while they weren't around -- that way they could convince their parents she needed a chaperone and they could too attend the wizarding school. It would be a pretty cool repertoire to have; being a wizard that is.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Anya was immediately greeted by the scent of owl poop. How refreshing. She had hoped for her own owl, but her parents thought it'd be better she got one when she was a little more ready; perhaps when she wasn't so accident prone. She might accidentally light her owl on fire… or drown it… or somehow send it to it's death one way or another. There was no use pleading, anyone would know that it's a bad idea to entrust Anya with a living creature of any sort.
It's rather fascinating to be in an Owlery, especially for a muggle like her -- it's not everyday you get to see rows and rows of different colored owls lined up all ready to go. The room was filled with snowy owls, barn owls, even burrowing one which Anya couldn't fantom why they were there for. Maybe some preferred their letters delivered via underground. The thing she learnt about being in Wexford was to never doubt anything, since really… it's a completely different world out here.
Anya looked around to see which owl she would choose to send her letter. She was told that all she had to do was tie the letter on the owl's leg and they would somehow figure out where to send the letter. Sounds simple enough. Of all the owls though, Anya's eye was caught by one specific owl. Extremely tiny and energetic, she thought it reminded her of well, herself. Maybe her family wouldn't freak out when it came to them, since it "looked" so much like she did. She walked up to the owl and raised her hand to give it a slight pat, the owl took it pretty receptively. It cocked it's head and allowed her to pet it.
"Aren't you the cutest owl alive… be a good owl and send this letter to my family alright?" Anya said, not feeling a slight bit silly to talk to an animal. She proceeded to tie the letter around the owl's leg -- now that was when things started to go a little awry. The owl seem to hate having it's feet bounded by a string and it started to flap it's wings crazy. "Woah… hey, wait! It'll only take a second!" Anya wrestled the owl, and that only aggravated it even more. The owl's panic flight mode sent the other owls to a frenzy.
Soon the room was filled with owls flying everywhere, each being disturbed by the next. Anya kept wrestling the owl and the situation just got worse and worse. The room was filled with feathers being tossed about everywhere, owls hooting in a mad medley and well, it's a mess. Next thing she knew, the owl flew up into the sky without letting her finish her work, Anya attempted to chase it only to find herself tripping and falling flat on the floor of the Owlery. The floor covered with hay and owl poop….
"Arrgghhhh…." Was the only sound Anya could muffle out as she felt her entire body covered in the worst mess she's been in so far. So much for a drama free day eh?
TAG → marko has snatched this up~
WORD COUNT → 753
WEARING → this under her robes
NOTES → whoot whoot heh.
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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jun 28, 2010 8:23:40 GMT -5
Glaring out the bedside window from his Ignis dormitory, Marko observed acres of lush greenery and endless undulating hilltops. The past week was indeed hectic, having had enjoyed a carefree summer holiday prior to the start of term. Marko hadn’t the chance to explore the schools exterior thus far. He recalled his promise to correspond with his parents and grabbed a spare parchment from his bedroom desk with a quill in hand and began scribbling away.
The long stroll from the Ignis dormitory to the Owlery provided Marko with a long awaited opportunity to reflect on the past few days since his enrollment to Wexford Academy. Marko enjoyed the scenery along with the cold early morning breeze, which came inland from the surrounding hills. The low humidity helped the perspiration on his face and under his robes to evaporate almost instantly giving him a cool refreshing effect countering his rapidly beating heart from the cardiovascular workout of the climb up the Owlery steps. Marko recalled the moment upon receiving his acceptance letter to Wexford Academy, the expectations and excitement, and contrasted it with how school has been for him this week.
Since enrolling into Wexford Academy, it has been tough adjusting into his new school. He missed his friends back home, making new friends has been difficult and unfruitful. It didn’t help much, as it seems as though almost everyone already had their own cliques, from even before the start of the term in Wexford. He needed to make new friends to give him a sense of belonging or his time at Wexford would be a struggle. Being a muggleborn Marko felt he was kind of an intruder to this wizarding world. Nevertheless, he knew that he can change and adapt to this new environment, having lived the rough life in the hood, back home in the suburbs of UK.
The purpose of his trip to the Owlery was to mail the letter to update his concerned parents. Marko had promised he would share with them how he has been adjusting so far into this new magical world. His letter was brief and it mainly recounted his schooling activities for the past few days. Marko had left out the details of his true feelings as he does not want his parents to feel worried about him because he knew they already have a lot on their minds.
Marko heard a hair-raising shriek, coming from the Owelry’s door. A jolt of uncomfortable shiver ran down his spine and his whole body went on high alert mode. He noticed that the Owlery’s heavy wooden door was opened. A flowing stream of cold wind towards Marko lifted the foul smell of owl poop from the Owlery. Feeling apprehensive, he approached the door cautiously. At the same time, thinking of how to react if he finds someone inside. He immediately whipped out his wand from under his robes and stealthily skulked towards the noise.
Upon entering the Owlery he was surprise to see a petite helpless girl on the hard owl-pooped littered ground covered in fresh owl poop from head to toe amidst the chaotic flock of hooting owls. Marko’s initial reaction was to help her up but the smell was too intense! He vaguely recognized the poor girl. She was the one who was klutzy and constantly finding herself in embarrassing situations. “Hello, are you alright? Let me give you a hand.” Marko said. He decided to help by using the cleaning spell he had recently learned during charms class, but had never successful executed. “Scourgify!” he exclaimed, unknowing what the outcome may be.
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Post by ANYA OGILVIE on Jun 29, 2010 5:50:22 GMT -5
Wiping the owl poop off her face and hair was probably not one of Anya's brighter ideas, not that she often has, especially when her hands were already covered with more of that stinking substance. Anya scrunched her face in disgust, her brothers would have to make do with a smelly envelope, and she’d have to try convincing them that it was somehow not her fault but the owl’s in the owelry.
She was about to push herself up when Anya saw a shadow peeping through the door and raised her head to meet the face of a bespectacled boy. His face clearly showed his surprise and Anya crossed her fingers hoping it was because of the crazy owls in the air more so than her sad state of being. The boy seemed familiar, probably a student she caught glimpses of in the dining hall or some sort. She had quite the horrid memory so it’s impossible to really pinpoint where she met him before.
The boy offered to help and begin to cast a spell, Anya couldn’t really figure out what spell he was using and what it was about to do. He did mention the word “help” so it can’t be too bad right? Little did she know, Marko has never performed the spell outside his class before and he had absolutely no idea if his spell would backfire or not.
Soap bubbles begin to erupt around Anya’s head, face and robes – unfortunately the ones on her face ended up in her mouth. Soon Anya was sputtering under the bitterness evolving within her oral cavity. “Make… it… stop” she managed to utter under the violent upsurge of soap bubbles, Anya flailed her arms wildly trying to flap the bubbles away. The hooting of the owls became rather maniacal like a crazy evil choir filling the whole room as chaos erupted in their midst.
Finally the soap bubbles subsided replaced with a splash of cold water erupting from the boy’s wand. You could say the room was filled with an awkward silence if it weren’t for the owls; Anya was trying to regain composure from what just happened. She could still taste that alkaline bitterness; feel the sting in her eye from all that soap. At least now when she breathed in, it wasn’t just the clinging smell of dung but a mixture of that plus a fresh scent of soap. It was still uncertain if she was in a better state, she sure did looked worse!
She pushed herself into a standing position and boy was she quite the sight. Anya was soaking wet with owl poop sliding down her robes and hands, her hair was in a tangled mess with the hay from the floor. Anya peered through her sorry state at the boy and pointed towards the crazy owl she attempted to use earlier on “If you’re sending a letter, avoid that one, it’s a lunatic I swear!” Anya looked down at her letter and realized the envelope was now completely soaked through, there was no way she could send that to her brothers and realized she needed to write a completely new letter. Sighing, she crumpled the envelope back into her soaking pockets.
Anya gave the crazy owl a dirty look before adding “Thanks for trying, I do believe I’m now officially an aromatic mix of soap and poop – how awesome for first impressions… the name’s Anya by the way” She said with an amused tone hoping to lighten the mood; she knew the boy was simply stumbling into the room and he could clearly ignore her state of mess and moved on with his life, instead he lent a hand. He sure seemed a whole lot friendlier than Romolous, the boy she met in the forest.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a drying spell up your sleeve do you?” Anya asked hoping that if he did, she might be able to walk back to her dormitories dry. “I would do it myself, but I haven’t exactly been keeping up with classes thus far” Anya added embarrassedly.
The owls were settling back down to their usual positions, resuming their monotonous routine of hooting and waiting letters. If it weren’t for the soaking mess called Anya in the middle of the room, the Owlery looked completely untroubled.
TAG → marco polo!
WORD COUNT → 721
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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jun 30, 2010 1:03:07 GMT -5
Practicing un-mastered spells on live subjects certainly was a foolish idea. The cleaning spell Marko experimented on the helpless girl had backfired as expected. Rather than vanishing the foul owl poop off her, giving her a soapy bath was certainly not part of his plan. Temporarily stunned in his tracks, Marko freaked out and thought to himself, oh gosh! What have I done? He had made her situation much worst. Marko then recalled the contra cleaning spell his charms professor briefly mentioned in class but never had the opportunity to practice. Not learning from his present mistake, Marko thought that things could not get any worst than it currently is and decided to experiment once again. “Aguamenti”, cried Marko. His wand released a jet of clear, pure water onto the girl.
The spell surprisingly worked this time. Secretly proud of himself, Marko had to suppress his happiness and tend to the now soaking wet girl. Her entire body was covered in a mishmash of soap, water and owl poop from head to toe. It certainly was a rather unattractive and awkward first impression to make for either of them. They looked at each other in an awkward silence. Marko half expecting to be blasted by the girl’s anger, for interfering with her problems and bringing this uncalled for mess upon her. Instead the girl started pointing to a particular owl and advised him that the owl would make a poor selection for his courier. With a warm gesture, she introduced herself as Anya.
As Anya was soaking wet, she asked Marko if knew any drying spells. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I’ve not learnt any dying spells, so sorry. I shouldn’t have interfered, and make things worst. Um my name’s Marko by the way. Please don’t be angry with me”, replied Marko in his most sincerely apologetic and guilty tone. He made a note to himself, to mind his own business in future as he knew that he was bad at lending a helping hand. But being the gentlemen that he is, he knew he couldn’t resist helping a damsel in distress as he had a weak spot for girls. He also knew that he wasn’t a smooth talker, rather than giving off a confident and appealing first impression, he would often embarrass himself instead. He calculated in his mind that this duration of small talk and occurrence of events would be just right to appear cool and not make a fool of his own self any further.
Thus, Marko thought that it would be best if he just ceased talking, mailed his letter and went back to his dormitory. Marko smiled to Anya and said “Well, thanks for the advice. I’ll just mail my letter and get going. Again, I’m terribly sorry, hope to see around school again.” Marko spotted a random calm owl standing on a branch close by his position. The brownish owl stood motionless in its spot and didn’t seem to mind Marko slowly attaching his letter to its feet. Whilst he was attaching his letter, Anya was looking at her horrible state, and was probably thinking to herself how unlucky this morning has been for her. Anyone in her current state would surely feel lousy.
Marko felt sympathetic, being responsible for it and also wondered why she had not left, what more could she want from him. After all he had given his sincerest apology to her. Marko dared not look her in the face, not knowing what to expect from her. Feeling nervous, he left the Owlery in a hurry, saving himself from further disgrace, his avoidance style of managing conflict.
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Post by ANYA OGILVIE on Jul 1, 2010 13:29:02 GMT -5
As marko launched into an onslaught of apologies, Anya was rather taken aback -- she was normally the one doing all the ramblings of apologies since she probably knocked into someone, fell over someone, tossed a book on someone; you get the drift. This was one of the few times when it was actually Anya who was receiving the apologetic remarks. "Marko… uh…it's really" Anya tried to stop him from apologizing but before she could even continue further, the boy had already apologized and excused himself in a rather shamed state.
Boy! He's really sincerely sorry about this… Anya thought to herself; she didn't really know if her current soaking state was more embarrassing to her or to Marko for it deemed that he wasn't quite a master at spells. She watched in silence as the boy proceeded to swiftly tie his letter on a nearby owl and turned out to leave the room. Anya reached out her hand and said loudly "Hey wait!" She frowned at the boy, and pointed towards the owl he was attaching the letter to.
"You haven't told it where to go… it doesn't seem to quite know" Anya offered, in truth she didn't really know how owls worked and if instructions were even needed at all. She assumed the owl at least needed to hear where the letter was going. Anya looked towards the brownish owl who resumed it's perching and shook her head. These creatures looked entirely harmless but were truly devils in disguise! She lived through to tell the story.
"You know it really isn't your fault, you did try to help…" Anya offered sympathetically, "Not too successful, but I appreciate it!” She knew how it felt to be in the middle of an embarrassing situation and could probably relate to how Marko was feeling. He was a tad bit more dramatic than she was of course, normally she just pretended nothing happened and continued on her merry way, although innately she felt like an utter loser.
Anya watched Marko return into the room from the room and offered a slight smile, “It’s a better attempt than anything I can ever do,” She said truthfully. Anya had absolutely no concrete grasps in her spells either. Heck, it took her so many tries just to get a simple Lumos spell right. Romolous did make her seem extremely stupid when she was learning the spell – she didn’t want Marko to feel the same sort of treatment she got from the other boy. Her professors have been telling her that confidence is key to truly mastering spells, for your wand will slowly start to understand your intentions and the wielder and wand will blend together in harmony. It sounded extremely dramatic, but coming from Professor Shirai, she didn’t expect anything less than dramatic.
“You know what? I think I could even learn a thing or two from you! If someday you find the time to teach me of course.” Anya said with a smile, hoping she’d ease his nerves a little. Marko was one of the most jittery person she’s met thus far.
TAG → marko
WORD COUNT → 518
WEARING → this under her robes
NOTES → sorry it's so incredibly short and crappilicious! Been rp-ing a whole lot shorter recently XD you know why!
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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jul 1, 2010 21:29:47 GMT -5
A weight lifted off his shoulders as Marko was escaping out of the Owlery. He felt more relaxed knowing that he wouldn’t have to entertain the embarrassing encounter any longer. He knew that his exit would be just about right to make both parties appear cool as if the preceding events never ever happened. This would also probably make their next encounter around the Wexford campus a little less awkward, Marko thought to himself. He briskly walked towards the exit of the room, making sure not to make eye contact with Anya. As he passed by her side, the wind from his stride lifted a fresh whiff of the odorous owl poop off from Anya’s clothes. The smell was unbearable. The piercing smell reminded him of a combination of expired milk and rotten eggs. Marko tried he his best to resist covering his nose, to avoid appearing rude, and making his first impression towards her even worst than it already is.
Almost freed from the room and her unendurable smell, he heard Anya calling out to him, “Hey wait!” Marko turn his head towards her. "You haven't told it where to go… it doesn't seem to quite know" Anya continued. "You know it really isn't your fault, you did try to help. It’s a better attempt than anything I can ever do,” Marko heard her remarks and withdrew from his escape. “You know what? I think I could even learn a thing or two from you! If someday you find the time to teach me of course.” said Anya. Marko was taken by surprise as he didn’t expect the encounter to drag on. He thought that it might be because Anya had become immune to shameless and embarrassing situations, and had developed an impregnable barrier to humiliation. Thus Anya wouldn’t mind prolonging the awkwardness as she probably wouldn’t be affected much by whatever humiliating comments she would receive from anybody. She even had a hint of genuine concern in her tone and sounded like she sincerely wanted to get lessons from him. Marko secretly laughed at the thought of giving charms lessons. He was muggleborn and was new to the wizard world. Furthermore he would have made a lousy teacher as he was already struggling in his school work.
“Oh thanks! I didn’t know you had to tell them where to go, I thought it’d just magically understand where you what the letter to be mailed to.” said Marko. He walked back to the owl and stroked the owl by its back and said, “Please send this letter to my parents at 14 Soho Street, London, thanks.” He then grabbed the brown owl with both hands and threw it out the window. The owl dropped a few feet and recovered by spreading its wings for flight, beginning its journey to London. Amazed by the bird’s intuitiveness, he watched it soar towards the sky with his carefully fastened letter secured to it feet.
Once the owl flew out of sight, Marko faced himself back to Anya. He recalled her comments through his mind and confidently said “Yea, but I really I’ve never ever managed to successfully execute that cleaning spell, I shouldn’t have tried. It sure made things worst didn’t it? Honestly I’m the last person you should look for lessons cause I’m really bad. In fact I myself really need extra lessons too. I’m really not as bright as everyone else around here” Marko wasn’t ashamed to admit his poor performance in school because he knew what he had said was completely true. Marko was indeed hardworking, way more hardworking than even the brightest students in school. Yet his results were just barely enough to scrape through exam after exam. Marko realized that he’d just revealed something personal about himself, and especially to someone he had just met. He wondered if he’d just made another foolish mistake this morning. He angrily thought to himself – What is wrong with me? Thankfully, Anya appeared extraordinary friendly, given the circumstances that had happened so far, thus Marko wasn’t too bothered about it.
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Post by ANYA OGILVIE on Jul 2, 2010 4:27:24 GMT -5
Grace was something Anya clearly lacked, her brothers have been trying to convince their parents to send her for Ballet classes; obviously they disagreed knowing Anya, she’d probably twist an ankle on the very first day of such a class. Watching Marko gracefully getting the owl to do what he wanted it to, Anya felt a tinge of envy. Marko didn’t seem like a very confident boy, in fact as opposed to Romolous who was quite arrogant – Marko was a refreshing change. If only he knew how lucky he was to escape the description of being a klutz.
“Not at all! I think you helped get most of the poop off” Anya said looking down at her sorry state, wondering if she was convincing enough with that statement. All she needed to do now was figure out how to head back to her common room without spraying everyone she came across with the horrid stench of owl poop. Or maybe she could just not care, people should be getting used to her accidents by now.
“It really was much worse before your cleaning spell, the stench is just unbearable, but we’ll blame that on what they’re feeding these owls” Anya proposed amusedly.
“I could learn a few things from you, like how to send off a letter properly” Anya reached into her pocket and showed Marko the drenched letter “This was suppose to go to my brothers, but obviously it’s barely readable now – maybe you could help me send it off properly when it’s done?” Anya wondered if she was being to forward with Marko, they just met and she was asking him for help already. Yet something told her that she could trust this person. Marko didn’t seem to have a single vindictive bone in his body, and he seemed as awkward as Anya was – which definitely made her feel more comfortable with him. When someone was too poised and elegant, she felt a stuffy air from the person. Sometimes when she looked at such people, she wanted to shake them and ruffle them, give them some sort of imperfection.
“You should give yourself way more credit, I can’t even do anything close to what you did even if I wanted to” Anya launched into a ramble, something she had a tendency to do once she started speaking to someone comfortable “You see I’m a muggle born, and before coming to Wexford I don’t know a single thing about magic. I’ve got a long way to go to catch up to all you guys.” This was probably too much information for a first time meeting. Anya didn’t even realize that her stench might be turning off the poor boy. She had a tendency to let little details like that slip off her mind.
She really should dedicate a day of the week to study some spells in the library, at this rate she wasn’t sure how she could pass her first year in Wexford. Maybe Marko could help her with spells; he seemed pretty helpful if unconfident.
TAG → marko
WORD COUNT → 508
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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jul 2, 2010 23:09:03 GMT -5
The stench coming off from Anya was simply unbearable. Marko was beginning to reach his threshold for enduring the horrid smell. The reeking girl just kept rambling on and on. If it was not for her kind compliments, Marko was certain that he would have made up an excuse to get himself out of the torture of listening to her jibber jabber and suffocating odor. He wondered how Anya could be either so oblivious or tolerant of the smell, and thought to himself that maybe that was actually her natural body scent.
Hearing Anya thanking him for what he thought that he had done was a catastrophe really caught his attention. He was surprised and felt a natural urge to smile at her. He realized that Anya was a really friendly girl and not some klutzy weirdo which was his initial impression of her. Anybody that could behave the way she did after being pelted with tremendous amounts of owl crap, was surely a strong and confident person which he thought was contradictory to how she had been describing herself. Anya had constantly revealed to him how she constantly looked down at her capabilities. This was something which he felt she really shouldn’t because he noticed how she could regain her composure so quickly. Her klutzy nature was something that could be easily fixed for sure, either with a potion or just plain behavioral adjustments.
Marko realized that the both of them actually share similar qualities. Well mainly just the boring qualities, like how they were both friendly and stupid, for example Marko was lousy academically and Anya had said that she was really bad at spells, also Marko was nice to Anya and Anya had thanked Marko a lot. One distinct trait they had in common was that they were both muggleborn. Maybe this was the real reason for their poor spell capabilities and clumsy nature because of the steep learning curve for muggleborns adjusting into the magic world.
“Oh thank you, I’m sure you can do it yourself actually. Maybe it’s just because the owl you picked was a real troublemaker, but sure, I’ll help send it off for you if you want… Did you just say that you are muggleborn? Oh my god, me too! I totally understand how you feel.”
The toxic smell of owl shit radiating off Anya no longer bothered Marko. The pleasant girl captivated Marko and he felt a slight attraction towards Anya’s personality as they both shared similar traits. He knew that he had just made a new friend which was scarce for him as the students in Wexford were already well acquainted. |
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Post by ANYA OGILVIE on Jul 3, 2010 7:04:16 GMT -5
Anya’s eyes widened in excitement as Marko explained that he too was a Muggle, wasn’t that a relief! Anya has been to Wexford for days and everyone she met is either part fae, or had a tad bit of magic in him or her. She was starting to feel as if the letter might have been addressed to the wrong person – it did say to Anya Ogilvie, but people make mistakes once in a while. She hadn’t shown much progress in the wizarding realm whatsoever.
“Everywhere I go around here, people have been coming from wizarding families and are for some reason already connected with one another…” Anya remarked with a slight groan “It’s frustrating to think you’re normal all your life to come here and realize you’re the odd one out!” Marko surely understood how that felt, it was extremely apparent to Anya. In fact, it was the one thing that seemed to give everyone an explanation as to why she was so clumsy. Oh that’s just Anya… the muggle born; she’s definitely got that comment a few times when she accidently spilt juice on herself at the dining table or tripped over a bench or two.
Anya beamed at Marko, glad to finally find herself in the company of her kind. They sure had much to benefit from each other, or at least they had understanding that seemed like an utterly important fact in a brand new world. Marko wasn’t as confident and sure as her brothers were, but he was really friendly to her which reminded her a tad bit of her brother’s company.
“I think we should head out, the next time I’m coming to the owlery, I’ll make sure to carry you here as an accessory” Anya happily twittered to Marko. The smell on her robes was starting to get to her, if she didn’t get the stench off – she would surely not be able to for weeks! Maybe the house elves could help… her head of house mentioned they were “abuseable” to his students’ expense. Anya wasn’t too keen on the idea of having a slave, but she was in desperate help to get the stench off.
“I don’t think you’d want to walk around with me in the hallways when I’m smelling this aromatic” Anya paused and laughed at her own joke, “Maybe I’ll see you around then? For spell practices and such?” She hoped Marko would agree, it’s been a while since she had someone to talk to and laugh about with. Thank god Marko appeared at the right time.
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