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Post by Sophia Stark on Apr 17, 2009 3:16:01 GMT -5
She was still a bit stunned and then he began talking and her face pinkened before softening in a dreamy like fashion as she murmured, "You think I'm pretty?" she asked unaware of the rest of his words. Sophia wasn't really a vain creature in the least, in fact most people never saw her face because she was often hidden behind some book, but Ivan...Ivan this huge beautiful male thought that she was pretty. Ivan, who probably had a swarm of girls after him.
And he was dead right about going to the ball with someone who would ask her last minute, well not in Ivan's case, but Apollo's, right now wasn't exactly last minute, it was sort of like, the last five minutes...or something to that effect, but she realized dimly that if Apollo hadn't asked her by now he wasn't going to ask her at all, and why should she wait especially when she was being asked by someone else?
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Apr 19, 2009 13:41:12 GMT -5
Ivan was surprised that a girl who looked like Sophia did could be so honestly clueless about just how pretty she really was. She did not seem like she was blind, and he had already determined that she was not stupid. How could she not know?
And yet, he was equally clueless about his appeal to girls. He knew he was big and muscular, and his little sister sometimes would joke with him about it, calling him a brick wall and other things. But he was not aware of just how good looking he really was.
"But of course you are," he said matter of factly. "Perhaps your mirror is broken, if you do not see it. Your eyes are... extraordinary."
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Post by Sophia Stark on Apr 19, 2009 14:00:45 GMT -5
For someone who had solely been praised on their academics and intelligence the compliment on her looks was strangely exhilarating and melting at the same time. Her father was really the only male who called her beautiful, well her father and now Ivan, and she found that she too was quite susceptible to flattery.
"T-thank you..." she blushed
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Apr 19, 2009 15:00:20 GMT -5
Ivan smiled. He thought the little blush to her cheeks was quite becoming. "You are quite welcome," he replied. "I only say things as I see them."
This was true; Ivan was always honest, sometimes even brutally so. It was not that he meant to injure anyone with words, it was simply that he did not approve of lies or pretense. Honesty, as he saw it, was the best policy. How else could you tell if a compliment was genuine, if you lied about everything else?
"About the dance... is that a yes or a no?"
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Post by Sophia Stark on Apr 19, 2009 15:07:50 GMT -5
She hesitated only for a moment, not because she hadn't firmly made up her mind yet, but because she didn't know how to react with this handsome boy paying her so much attention and how flattered she really felt about him asking her.
"Y-Yes.." she smiled and blushed further realizing she sounded quite simple, stuttering and muttering one word answers.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Apr 19, 2009 15:23:49 GMT -5
The wide smile that spread across Ivan's face was rare, but this made it all the more stunning. It was the kind of smile that could steal a girl's breath away or turn her knees to jelly. Had he been a different kind of boy, he could have used it as a very effective weapon to get whatever he wanted from a girl. Fortunately for Sophia and the general female population at Hogwarts, he was not that kind of boy, and in fact, had no clue about just how powerful its effect really was.
"Good," he said. "I am glad. I think we will have a very nice time. I am looking forward to it."
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Post by Sophia Stark on Apr 19, 2009 15:32:56 GMT -5
Knees weak was right. There was something so compelling about that smile that made Sophia inch forward, as if just his mouth could draw her in with an attraction so powerful it stunned, but it's second ability to make knees weak caused her to stumble she reached out to steady herself her hands landing on his shoulders. She was startled and embarassed at the same time but she couldn't quite manage words to excuse herself.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Apr 20, 2009 0:08:53 GMT -5
As soon as she stumbled, Ivan reached out to catch her and his hands landed on her waist. Anyone who might have happened upon them at that exact moment would have thought they were up to something inappropriate in the library.
Ivan blushed. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You... you stumbled. Perhaps you are feeling faint? Should we sit down?"
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Post by Sophia Stark on Apr 20, 2009 0:57:34 GMT -5
And at that moment Sophia wouldn't have minded something inapropriate, but her mind cleared and she blushed her lashes fluttering, "Oh yes...yes I'm fine now...no that won't be necessary." she tried to smile through her mortification, then again he didn't seem too disconcerted by her unintentional display, then again his face was a bit red as well, it was almost comforting to know she could knock him a little skelter herself.
"I...um...I'm looking forward to the Dance..." she said it was the only thing she could think to say.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Apr 28, 2009 1:47:42 GMT -5
Ivan looked at her for a moment with his deep, penetrating gaze. If not for the genuine warmth in his eyes, his expression could make a person nervous. Sophia seemed unsure of herself, as if she didn't think she had anything to offer. But that seemed impossible for Ivan to imagine. A girl who loved reading and learning and who was so lovely and sweet... she should be surrounded by friends and admirers. But perhaps she was a loner.
"I am, too. I am new here, so I do not know many people. I'm looking forward to making new friends."
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Post by Sophia Stark on May 24, 2009 14:42:20 GMT -5
He was new, that explained a lot. She usually had her nose in a book, and her head in the clouds, she couldn't say who half of her classmates were and she had been there for five years. She smiled at him, it was wistful and a little sad, soon he'd be taken in by someone prettier, someone more interesting, someone higher on the social scale than poor little Sophia Stark, the complete misfit.
"I think you'll make a great many."
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on May 25, 2009 11:32:40 GMT -5
She probably would have been surprised to learn that Ivan had not had a lot of friends at Durmstrang. It wasn't that people disliked him; rather, he just had too great a tendency to keep to himself. He spent much of his time with Anya, or with his nose in a book. So, besides his friends on the Quidditch team and the strange group of girls who had seemed to follow him around for some reason unknown to Ivan, he never really saw himself as popular. And he had no truly close friends except for Anya.
"I do not need many friends," he replied. "I think the quality is more important than the quantity."
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Post by Sophia Stark on May 25, 2009 12:03:28 GMT -5
"I agree." she said softly, and yet she had no real friends to speak of so she wouldn't really know, but she did think that one or two good friends would be better than the faux friendships she knew existed. It would definitely be better than the mere "acquaintance" relationship she had with other people.
Still she couldn't fathom a guy like him not having many friends, and she definitely understood why he had the gaggle of girls following after him.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on May 27, 2009 1:23:24 GMT -5
"I should be glad to consider you as my friend," Ivan said. "So many girls... they seem silly and shallow. You are not like that. You are intelligent and interesting. My sister would like you, I think."
This, to him, was the highest compliment. Anya was a good judge of character, and she did not trust just anyone. But if she liked a person, then Ivan knew that they were worthy.
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Post by Sophia Stark on May 30, 2009 23:30:44 GMT -5
What a strange compliment, and yet Sophia felt his meaning more in the timbre of his voice than what he had actually said. He admired her intellect, that was a point in his favor indeed. Her father had told her how smart she was time and again, as had her mother but for a long time she simply felt that that intelligence alienated her more than anything else.
"Thank you." she said softening even more with a smile both dazzling and quaint. "I consider myself to be fortunate in being your friend, and I would like to meet your sister.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on May 31, 2009 23:54:59 GMT -5
Ivan's smile could have melted the polar ice caps. "That is good. I think we will be great friends." He sincerely meant it, too. She was different from other girls, and he liked that.
"What are you working on here today?" he asked. "Perhaps I can help you. Or, if you'd rather, we could go for a walk elsewhere. I'm sure the librarian will not approve of much conversation, and I am enjoying talking to you."
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Post by Sophia Stark on Jun 1, 2009 0:00:18 GMT -5
She nodded, unsure what she was agreeing to, that smile that could melt the polar ice caps was melting her knees instead. She was so entranced she forgot entirely what she was doing in the library to begin with.
"A walk..." she said recalling his words, "Yes, I'd like that."
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Jun 14, 2009 23:40:08 GMT -5
He was entirely unaware of the effect he was having on her. If he had realized it, he might have tried flirting a little more openly, but at the moment, he really wasn't even thinking along those lines. His only thought was that he had made a new friend, and she was a pretty, interesting friend at that.
"Good," he said. "I am still finding my way around the castle; perhaps you can help me a little." Nodding towards the tables, he added, "Do you have any things you need to pick up first? Books or homework? I could carry them for you."
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Post by Sophia Stark on Jun 18, 2009 1:57:30 GMT -5
He definitely could with those arms of his. She was about to sigh again but managed to keep it in. He was entirely too gorgeous for words, and she wondered if she was dreaming.
"Um, just a few things...thank you..." she smiled stilly shyly accepting his presence as she gathered her things and then handed them over. Her movements were full of awkward grace and not a little bit of nervousness.
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Post by Ivan Kresimir on Jun 26, 2009 18:21:25 GMT -5
He easily accepted the handful of books and papers, carrying them as if they were nothing. Where she was often awkward and uncertain, he moved with an easy grace, not unlike a panther. It was like he instinctively knew where he was going and the best way to get there.
"What are some of the sights around the castle?" he asked in a conversational tone.
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