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- Posted: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 22:08:16 +0000
The witch had to awkwardly shuffle and fidget while she waited for Sidney to turn around. She hadn't even noticed anyone else willing to come to her aid. She simply expected the ginger to assist her, instead she got a brunet. The witch was so set on wanting to get to reading her current interest and trying to figure just why the girl she called for help looked so familiar she failed to notice anyone else. Her mind did its normal of pushing out all other factors as it focused on a key subject, this time being squids and red heads. An odd vexation but they were completely unrelated at least. Her eyes shot up to the girl that placed a book on her stack. She was a little surprised that a stranger was helping her, but something told her this girl wasn't a stranger. A moment of recollection and she could tell that this girl was in one or two of her classes, the witch wanted to say her name was Aya? No that didn't sound right in her head as she thought it over. It was something close but she couldn't place it.
The girl addressed, confirming then notion of them sharing classes. "Yes, Botany. I sit near the front. And you're...Aya?" Her voice trailed as she still tried to place the girl's name. She was a kitsune, that much was easy to tell and the name sounded fitting for a normally eastern found race, but that accent. Oh the accent. For once the witch found someone who had a cultured voice. There was no mistaking the way she spoke, this girl was Russian. Just the tone made the girl feel nostalgic, remembering her mother talk, the fully Russian witch. The only accents she could enjoy was either the very lacking and near nonexistent or most Americans like her fathers or Russian like her mothers. For once a voice that didn't make her cringe as if it was nails on a chalk board. The witch only held the faintest of accents given her half heritage, but she held a deep love of the Cyrillic language.
Her mind went from daydreaming about a snowy landscape back to reality as the person she originally asked for help pipped up. Instantly she remembered just who that mystery ginger was and more importantly who she was related too. She would need to put her books down for this one. Setting them down on the nearest table she had to figure the right thing to say to Sidney. She thought she might have had to say some sort of "sorry for lighting your brother on fire again", but she seemed fine with that. Instead she was her normal energetic and very cockney self with an accent the witch didn't love nearly as much. "Oh, Hey Sidney. Ive been fine. I thought you and your brother vanished or something." She couldn't help but feel extremely awkward now. She was only catting with the sister of an ex crush she just set on fire this morning. From what she remembered Sidney was nice, abusive to her brother but normally Dedrick deserved it. "What? No. I didn't like anyone else on fire...or bend...any genders." Saria couldn't help but mutter the last few parts. Fire, gender bending, cursing, and so much more she had done to others. She only hoped the new girl wasn't jumping to any conclusions about her.
"No, her must have been...from science class. I haven't kept my class assigned partner in the loop. He was a skinny guy, hair a little on the long side, and with blue eyes. Don't worry, he'll be fine." Her first guesses at what Tyler looked like human were thin but she was hoping to sell this lie. She didn't want anyone to know what really happened last night or why Tyler was so mad. "You're brother should be okay! It was only a small fire this time. He think I owe him a new shirt though." Saria was still trying to figure where to place Dedrick in her head, she didn't hate him, but he just made her even more confused with Sveta. "Oh, Sidney, thats...Anya." Her attention wrapping back to the Kitsune who was making quick work of some book. Her attention going back to what Anya said with lending a hand. The witch had no reason for wanting to speak more with this girl besides her accent so she would take her up on the offer to help carry the books. She just needed to make sure her room still didn't look like last night happened. "Just a second." Pulling her eye pendent from behind her shirt and cupping her hands around the edges. The witch closed her eyes to mutter a few words, "Слуги Холм, подчиняются моим словам." Her magic chant normally in Russian or latin, this time the former. It didn't look like anything happened but her room was working on its own. Objects animating to clean and remove any last traces of Tyler from the premise. "When ever you're ready Anya."