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my-doe-meadowes:

The likelihood of McGonagall causing the students to riot over the fact that coffee had been taken away from them was high, but in the grand scheme of things Doe was more than aware of the fact that she wasn’t about to go through and rock the boat about something so trivial. Well, she said trivial and her body was certainly telling her more mornings than not when she got back from her jog that it was, under no circumstances, something that was optional for her and the fact that she’d thrown a book at Caradoc the other day could testify that was fairly accurate too.

She was tired and exhausted and her brain was certainly working against her more often than not. 

Still, it was affording her to opportunity to get to know the enigma that seemed to be Antonin Dolohov and let her invade his space without pushing herself into the line of sight of some of the other Slytherins who were more… vocal about the distain for people they viewed at traitors to their own kind. Yes – Doe would admit that she certainly didn’t share in that particular value system but she still wasn’t entirely sure who was just playing a game of it and who would actually cause damage if given the chance and as much as she loved Marlene? Well – there was only so far that she was willing to trust the silent McKinnon.

She fiddled with her hands out of habit before she took a seat next to Antonin though, her eyes skimming over his face as he spoke before smiling softly and nodding, “Ideally, yes please, if that’s okay with you,” she said. “You haven’t been coming out for the morning runs lately though, classes starting to knock your feet out from underneath you now?” Doe raised both eyebrows at the question and didn’t bother to try to bite back the grin before tugging the cloak around her where it’d fallen open when she sat. 

Antonin offered a half shrug as he procured two charcoal  black mugs before pouring the dark steaming liquid into both. “Something like that,” was all he said as he handed the Ravenclaw one of the mugs. Classes, and the fact that a lot of the other boys had noticed that his running habits aligned with meeting up with a certain blonde. Not that he cared what any of them thought, but they constantly nagged at him and it had started to get annoying. He supposed the benefits had started to be outweighed.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Well what about you? You’re probably glad that you finally have your runs back to yourself.” Probably very much true. She’d never made it a secret that his very presence irritated her. He had to admit, he missed the way her jaw tightened and the space between her eyes creased whenever she was vexed by him.

Antonin picked up his own mug and took a sip. This was definitely the good stuff. He’d paid enough for it too. He couldn’t say that he was the biggest coffee drinker that existed, not when he compared to some of the other students of Hogwarts who seemed to believe that they couldn’t live without the stuff, but he certainly was put out to learn that it was banned at this forsaken castle. “You know, this is probably the worst time of day to drink this stuff,” he mused, staring down into the depths of his mug.

of Courtyards and of Coffee || Antonin and Dorcas

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Antonin took out what he personally thought was his best brew. He was letting it sit for a while as he threw on a grey beanie and a jumper over his t-shirt. He didn’t bother changing his shorts as he took the unassuming bottle from his desk and set out to the place he’d instructed Doe to meet him at. He held it a little closer as he made his way out of the dungeons, his eyes wide for any movements, especially those belonging to professors or nosy peers.

He thankfully didn’t run into a soul as he entered the courtyard. He supposed it was probably the cool snap that was causing most of the students to retire to the evening in front of their common room fires. Antonin didn’t much mind the cold, he didn’t feel it as easily as others. 

He settled himself on one of the stone landings that surrounded a raised garden. He set the thermus of coffee beside him and crossed an ankle over his thigh as he waited. He tilted his head back and watched as the sky gradually deepened into purple. He’d almost forgotten that he was supposed to meet anybody here, and almost jumped when Dorcas rushed over to him. It wasn’t that he had been waiting very long or anything, perhaps it was that it had been a while since he’d truly allowed himself to be alone in complete stillness. A rarity at Hogwarts. His eyes snapped to hers as he sat up a little. “Fine,” he said in response to her question, he inclined his head towards the coffee, “Want a cup?”

of Courtyards and of Coffee || Antonin and Dorcas

If she hadn’t been able to feel the winter chill a few weeks previously then there was a good chance that Dorcas should have known that it would come sooner rather than later and was thankful that she had grabbed her cloak as she slipped out of the dormitory a few minutes previous. Rebuilt after the war, she wasn’t going to lie and say she wasn’t thankful for the fact that it seemed they’d added more entrances and exits around the school so they could access the grounds, particularly when she was supposed to meet someone in a short ten minute timespan. 

Really, Mary would kill her and Lily would probably take off her head to use as decoration for warning if she knew that Doe was still … well, spending time wasn’t th right word but trading coffee for a morning jog partner? If truth was told, even as Doe tried to pick up her speed, well aware that she was running late, there wa a part of her that was willing to admit that she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing with Antonin Dolohov. Something foolhardy, she was sure. 

Still it was curiosity that always seemed to get the better of her and this was certainly no exception as she felt her lips curve into a smile when she spotted his figure by the potions yard. No, she wasn’t going to admit that she enjoyed his company but there wasn’t certainly something that was constantly pulling her in the direction of him these days, even if it was just her gaze towards where he sat at the tables. Out of breath, Doe pushed her hair out of her face and gave him a smile, “Sorry, it took me longer to get over her than I figured it would. How are you though?”

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my-doe-meadowes:

I thought not. You do owe me coffee though – or more accurately promised coffee.”

Meet me at the Potions courtyard in 10.

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my-doe-meadowes:

You mean you asked your housemates? I sincerely don’t think that most of them should count… maybe Marlene, maybe. 

Alright, alright. I’m not THAT fresh.

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You’re right. I just asked around. Nobody has heard of that one.

my-doe-meadowes:

I haven’t laced it with anything, sometimes people are just nice you know.

Nice? What is this new word. I don’t think I know it.

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my-doe-meadowes:

I haven’t laced it with anything, sometimes people are just nice you know.

Nice? What is this new word. I don’t think I know it.

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|| D I E G O || 

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Antonin ruffled his hair in mirrored frustration. “You’ve just got to focus more,” he bit out, his words tight and barely restrained. “Now this,” he said pointed to the ‘B’ character, “is said with V sound. Try again.”

               presently , her features are fashioned of frustration .   there’s a little irritation , some impatience ––– but for the most part , good old fashioned , unadulterated , frustration . and it has her just about two whole seconds from setting the book and the piece of parchment before her to flames .    ❛   listen , i am never one to say impossible or i literally do not understand how this fucking works ––– but , antonin , this whole cyrillic alphabet thing is really trying me and my integrity .  ❜

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Mate, you asked. So, how are the croakers? For the record, I know someone who could help you get the slime out.

I’m putting them to good use.

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mxxkinnon:

‘ I was actually being geniue, but okay-’

“Then you clearly don’t know the idiots of Gryffindor as well as I thought you did.”

The aftermath || OPEN

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What is the catch? You haven’t laced it with anything, have you?

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(8:37p) text: says the man with an ego the size of his homeland. also, I set aside some pastries for you since you slept in.

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Text Thread | OPEN

[CHICO RUSO]: Fuck. Now I want Pizza.

[CHICO RUSO]: Like asap.

[CHICO RUSO]: Sneak to Hogsmeade and get Pizza?

[BLONDINOCHKA]: Tell me how and I am there.

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I believe you directly asked me about my beans not too long ago. As I said, such a contradictions. How are the toads treating you?

As I remember it, you were the one who was itching to tell me all about your beans.

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mxxkinnon:

‘ Yes, of course I do. And I am not doubting you. I am doubting them - I don’t think they’d do it. Especially to you.’

“They’re the only ones who are dumb enough to call me dolphin. I can’t work out if you are doing the sarcasm.”

The aftermath || OPEN

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Text Thread | OPEN

[CHICO RUSO]: WHAT.

[CHICO RUSO]: THE.

[CHICO RUSO]: FUCK.

[CHICO RUSO]: No. Nope. No. Are you serio?

[BLONDINOCHKA]: Absolyutno serio. i FUCKING WANTED PIZZA

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Are you saying you don't want to hear about my beans? You're such a contradiction Dolohov.

Have I ever?

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Antonin: Do you know how they treat their criminals in Russia? First offense, five years in Siberia. Second offense, ten years. Believe you me, there is no third offense.

Barty: Unless the criminal likes to make snow angels.