Natalia
Also in the library, unnoticed as usual, there sat a young Russian redhead. She sat, gripping her pen very tightly and ignoring her textbooks as she glared two tables down. Because there he was with her. The other two girls were of no consequence, young and ordinary looking. There was only slight annoyance at them being so close to what should be hers.
She had been present in the hallway earlier in the afternoon when those two had held hands for the first time. Those few that noticed had stared and whispered. Nito in a relationship? But Natalia’s mutterings about the matter were centered around the fact that he was with someone other than her.
Since she was in seventh grade (and he was in eighth) Natlia had been in love with Nito. It had not taken her long to realize that he was incredibly focused on his craft; she could respect that. So, she never bothered him though often times she was in the background, watching. Observing.
When he left for Altsoba and she was stuck behind in Grade 8 she began formulating her four year plan. When she entered high school it would begin. She’d work as an office worker for one of her electives and from that she was able to have access to Nito’s schedule. The following semester she made sure her other elective was always the same as his. And this semester as well, she had done the same. He would see her face. Sure, he wouldn’t notice her, not at first, but eventually.
She started running into him in the halls, making sure that at least once a day when Nito looked up and around, he would see her face. Most days he just glanced over her. That was fine. She could handle that. She still had until the following year. He would be graduating soon and people tended to take their future a little more seriously around that time. There was also a rumor that Nito was destined for thirteen children. It seemed a little excessive and they could probably settle after one or two, but if it were true and he wanted children? Impending future would be enough to spur him into action, maybe. That’s when she would enter. Some time in the second semester, or right before the winter break she would literally bump into him, or find some charming way to start a conversation and they would build a relationship.
They were destined to be together. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost wrote about them. George R. R. Martin put the two together. Fire and Ice belong together the way that she and Nito belonged together and this little whore had ruined it all. She didn’t care about Nito, there was no way she could possibly know him the way Natalia did. And the poor ice sorcerer, he didn’t know any better.
As Natalia mused the pen in her hand began to melt and she cursed under her breath, letting the writing utensil fall on top of her notebooks. It was okay. She would just have to alter her plan is all. No big deal. The redhead nodded to herself, just a little. It was going to be okay. All relationships had hiccups, this was just one of theirs.
Eva/Sophie
The young Italian looked between the two Grade 9 girls and then back at Nito, completely confused. the one who had approached started blabbering on about mice and Eva's confusion only grew. The other girl, the chubby one, just shrugged her shoulders. Apparenltly she had no clue, either, though she did see the rather adorable mouse climb up her friend's shoulder. Sophie reached forward and gave it a gentle stroke, obviously pleased to have found a friend.
Another girl approached and Sophie turned to find her roommate there beside her. She shrugged again. "One second we were studying and the next she's over here talking to these two upper classmen," She whispered back to Hazel. Poor Sophie, completely out of the loop.
As Jera and Nito worked to pick up the disturbed work, Eva, too, stood to help. "Uh, well. I'm Eva." She introduced herself to all three young girls.
"Oh, um. I'm Sophie," the chubby one indicated herself and then pointed to the first girl with the mouse and then the last one to have approached, introducing them respectively. "Jera. Hazel."
"Nice to meet you all."
Letters for Mia
Friday's letter
Mia,
I miss you like crazy. I was really upset that your school didn't make it to the band competition this month. Northwestern has really picked up their game. I can't wait until your next trip to Banff at this end of this month, so I can see you again.
Eric mentioned something about a Halloween dance. He really wishes he could be there for Maxine. Should I be working on a way into your school so we can dance the night away? I miss your beautiful face and I can't wait to see you again.
The letter continued on to tell about school advnetures and one friend who tried doing the pencil walrus trick and ended up having to go to the hospital because he stuck the pencils too far up his nose. As usual, he ended it with the same 'love, Chris' that had adorned her letters for several months now.
Sunday's Letter
Mia,
Please don't leave your school. I don't really know what's going on, but it isn't safe. I turn eighteen in December. Run away with me then, please. I will protect you, always.
Love, Chris.
p.s. I'm not sure when I'll be able to write again, but know I'm always thinking of you.
Also in the library, unnoticed as usual, there sat a young Russian redhead. She sat, gripping her pen very tightly and ignoring her textbooks as she glared two tables down. Because there he was with her. The other two girls were of no consequence, young and ordinary looking. There was only slight annoyance at them being so close to what should be hers.
She had been present in the hallway earlier in the afternoon when those two had held hands for the first time. Those few that noticed had stared and whispered. Nito in a relationship? But Natalia’s mutterings about the matter were centered around the fact that he was with someone other than her.
Since she was in seventh grade (and he was in eighth) Natlia had been in love with Nito. It had not taken her long to realize that he was incredibly focused on his craft; she could respect that. So, she never bothered him though often times she was in the background, watching. Observing.
When he left for Altsoba and she was stuck behind in Grade 8 she began formulating her four year plan. When she entered high school it would begin. She’d work as an office worker for one of her electives and from that she was able to have access to Nito’s schedule. The following semester she made sure her other elective was always the same as his. And this semester as well, she had done the same. He would see her face. Sure, he wouldn’t notice her, not at first, but eventually.
She started running into him in the halls, making sure that at least once a day when Nito looked up and around, he would see her face. Most days he just glanced over her. That was fine. She could handle that. She still had until the following year. He would be graduating soon and people tended to take their future a little more seriously around that time. There was also a rumor that Nito was destined for thirteen children. It seemed a little excessive and they could probably settle after one or two, but if it were true and he wanted children? Impending future would be enough to spur him into action, maybe. That’s when she would enter. Some time in the second semester, or right before the winter break she would literally bump into him, or find some charming way to start a conversation and they would build a relationship.
They were destined to be together. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost wrote about them. George R. R. Martin put the two together. Fire and Ice belong together the way that she and Nito belonged together and this little whore had ruined it all. She didn’t care about Nito, there was no way she could possibly know him the way Natalia did. And the poor ice sorcerer, he didn’t know any better.
As Natalia mused the pen in her hand began to melt and she cursed under her breath, letting the writing utensil fall on top of her notebooks. It was okay. She would just have to alter her plan is all. No big deal. The redhead nodded to herself, just a little. It was going to be okay. All relationships had hiccups, this was just one of theirs.
Eva/Sophie
The young Italian looked between the two Grade 9 girls and then back at Nito, completely confused. the one who had approached started blabbering on about mice and Eva's confusion only grew. The other girl, the chubby one, just shrugged her shoulders. Apparenltly she had no clue, either, though she did see the rather adorable mouse climb up her friend's shoulder. Sophie reached forward and gave it a gentle stroke, obviously pleased to have found a friend.
Another girl approached and Sophie turned to find her roommate there beside her. She shrugged again. "One second we were studying and the next she's over here talking to these two upper classmen," She whispered back to Hazel. Poor Sophie, completely out of the loop.
As Jera and Nito worked to pick up the disturbed work, Eva, too, stood to help. "Uh, well. I'm Eva." She introduced herself to all three young girls.
"Oh, um. I'm Sophie," the chubby one indicated herself and then pointed to the first girl with the mouse and then the last one to have approached, introducing them respectively. "Jera. Hazel."
"Nice to meet you all."
Letters for Mia
Friday's letter
Mia,
I miss you like crazy. I was really upset that your school didn't make it to the band competition this month. Northwestern has really picked up their game. I can't wait until your next trip to Banff at this end of this month, so I can see you again.
Eric mentioned something about a Halloween dance. He really wishes he could be there for Maxine. Should I be working on a way into your school so we can dance the night away? I miss your beautiful face and I can't wait to see you again.
The letter continued on to tell about school advnetures and one friend who tried doing the pencil walrus trick and ended up having to go to the hospital because he stuck the pencils too far up his nose. As usual, he ended it with the same 'love, Chris' that had adorned her letters for several months now.
Sunday's Letter
Mia,
Please don't leave your school. I don't really know what's going on, but it isn't safe. I turn eighteen in December. Run away with me then, please. I will protect you, always.
Love, Chris.
p.s. I'm not sure when I'll be able to write again, but know I'm always thinking of you.
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