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Pali Dotchev

Pali was beginning to sort of be able to balance all of her worries in life. Sort of. Between @Pascha Dotchev and @Alexander Crow she had been set a timetable of sorts which allowed time to study and get her homework done, time to duel, and time to do whatever else she liked. God bless those little nerds. It had been just a week since it had been implemented but it had been going fairly well as long as she had been sticking to it. 

 

So long as she had been sticking to it that was. 

 

Mostly she had been. But she found it difficult to concentrate most of the time, to force herself from going to duel in the chamber having fun with all of her friends and having snacks, to having to actually concentrate on studying and doing her homework. It helped she had a standing order on one of the group study rooms with Ms Turner. Although she was a single person for the most part, it meant she could take all of her books and stuff and lock herself in a room without the distractions of the outside library. And if needed she could take  Pascha or Alex in with her and they could help her. 

 

It also helped the rooms were sound proofed and she could play her tween pop hits at full volume and sing along happily while she did her work. 

That was what was happening now, it had been annoying having to stop hanging out with Leon at dinner and instead lock herself away to do her homework; but working her way through a transfiguration essay was made easier with some of her favourite angsty punk pop from Panic in the Dungeons. 

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Margarleon Turpentine

Leon, as a rule, did not do homework, unless it was done badly. But even then, he was more likely to skive off from doing it or force @Jack Dare to do it than actually attempt doing it himself. Or perhaps he would enlist @Annag Hamblton in “helping” him, which really just meant Leon would hang out with her while she essentially did all the work for him. He definitely had helpers of his own when he was really being pressured by professors to get things done, but he largely did not care about his grades. 

 

He did well enough in the practical lessons, and that was all that mattered to him. As long as he was finding ways to get by that required minimal effort, Leon was good. Which was he did not understand Pali Dotchev’s insistence on finding a way to manage fitting in all her schoolwork as well as dueling and everything else she wanted to do. When she’d told him she was going to the library of all places after dinner he’d stared at her without comprehending for a long moment, and still teased her on her way out of the great hall about how big of a nerd she was turning into. 

 

After they’d parted ways Leon wasn’t really sure what to do with himself, though. He had thought about going for a duel, but he’d already had a few rounds earlier before dinner, so that seemed a bit overkill. Perhaps he could go try to find Jack and terrorize the boy into writing that dumb astronomy essay. But instead, he decided to go and see what Pali was doing. Was she actually studying? Or was she just using this as a cover to go look at Witch Weekly the rest of the night? 

 

Leon didn’t even know if Pali read Witch Weekly, but whatever. 

 

The library was a largely foreign place to Leon, and he meandered slowly through it, trying to find where Pali had gone. It took him quite a while to even realize there were private study rooms available, and when he did, that was when he located the girl. Through the window in the door Leon could see the girl working on what did appear to be an essay, but she also appeared to be… talking? Or perhaps singing? Leon’s brow raised, and he immediately moved to open the door. 

 

When he did, he was greeted by the sound of Panic! In The Dungeons pulsing through the room. A smirk graced his features as he caught the girl singing aloud, and he closed the door behind him, allowing a laugh to ring out. “When you told me you were studyin’ I didn’t know you’d also be puttin’ on a live concert,” Leon teased, his voice raised to be heard above the music. He stayed near the door for now, lest Glitter Girl decide that she wanted to hit him for making fun of her. A safe distance, for now, seemed prudent.

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Pali Dotchev

Pali had just been hitting a high note when Leon burst in unannounced. Fairly quickly she cut it off, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "Uh..." Frozen for a moment she watched him, her music continuing to play in the background, undisturbed. This study room, along with the angsty music had become her safe place to study and get her homework done in. Inhibitions thrown to the wind she could think things out loud, or sing about her feelings. It made everything a little easier to process. Keep her magic under control. 

 

And now Leon had come in uninvited, laughing at her. 

 

Quickly unfreezing, she snapped into action, grabbing her wand and pointing it at him. He wasn't invited in here, and now he was laughing at her. Making fun of her. He knew she struggled with her academics. As he laughed her cheeks darkened. This was mortifying. And he didn't even know about the fact that she had been getting remedial lessons from Professors too. 

 

A heavy scowl settling into her face, she continued to hold her wand up to him in a rather threatening manner, even if he thought he was at a safe distance. Though Pali could pack quite a bunch (growing up with boys and Tilly had been useful), she didn't need her wand for it. "What are you doing here?!" Eyeballing him angrily the music played on in the background, now moving into a heavier toned song, more fitting with her mood. Why had he followed her here though, said a little voice in her mind, that was weird. Leon would never be caught dead in the library "What do you want?!" She demanded again, brandishing her wand still. 

 

He didn't need to make fun of her like that. She was upset enough lately. 

 

It didn't help her cause when a jet of purple sparks she didn't plan for shot out of the end of her wand and flew towards him. Damn her emotional unsteadiness and it's effect on her control. 

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Margarleon Turpentine

It turned out keeping his distance had been a good call, as Pali’s momentary surprise was quickly covered by indignant anger. The wand that was now pointed at him didn’t really intimidate him, and he was still wearing a smirk even as she began shrilly questioning why he was there and what he wanted… (both good questions, honestly). 

 

The purple sparks that shot out of her wand made him laugh, though. He just couldn’t help himself. Pali was trying to be so threatening that it was almost comedic, and he wasn’t entirely sure those sparks had been purposeful, which meant he’d really upset her just from intruding on her space and poking a bit of fun at her. He hadn’t known his one comment would be so effective. 

 

Leon’s laughter died and he returned to a calm, almost smug state as he lifted his shoulders into a shrug and began sauntering towards Pali, his green eyes meeting her maddened blue gaze fearlessly. “I was bored,” Leon told her nonchalantly, his tone light and unassuming, unlike Pali’s accusatory angry questions she’d greeted him with. “I wanted to see what all you spend so much time here for. Y’know I don’t like book learnin’ so I was kinda curious to see if you were actually wastin’ so much time studyin’,” Leon told her, and, without fear of what she might hex him with, he dared pull out a chair next to her and take a seat, lazily leaning back in it and staring at Pali. 

 

“You ain’t really gonna hex me, are you?” He asked, his gaze flicking back and forth between Pali and her wand. 

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She didn't soften immediately. Left arm outstretched she continued holding her wand up at him, despite his flippant attitude to her annoyance. Biting on her bottom lip she watched him carefully, the whole situation irritating her. 

 

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't" She countered eventually. After another few seconds more of a stare down, slowly, her left arm dropped, placing her wand on the desk in front of her. Her glare stayed just as cold and vexing, her pout didn't soften all that much. Her wand still closeby if she needed it. She was still annoyed at the fact he had swanned in here, into her private space. Even more goaded that he had laughed at her singing. 

 

Groaning under her breath she eventually looked away from him, now reaching to stop the music playing in the background and concentrate on gathering up the tatty scraps of papers that were scattered around the table.

 

"You know I have to Mar." Quietly she eventually admitted under her breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. Deliberately she avoided his eye. He thought this was all a big joke, unfortunately it wasn't. He knew she had to put the work in, that she was dumb. And he hadn't even learned about her remedial classes yet. That was something she still prayed he'd never know about. 

 

Eventually she gathered herself and built up some sass again. 

 

Lifting her gaze to meet his now she was pouting a little more playfully. Her blue eyes much more electric compared to how flat and sad they had been earlier. "Anyway....Why come bother me if you're bored?? There's tonnes of other stuff you could do." It was something she was genuinely curious about. Why pick her out of all things to do? Tilting her head to the side she watched him closely, wondering why he had bothered sitting right beside her. Being so close to him had made him a little self conscious again, it reminded her of something; reaching for her pocket she pulled out a beat up tube of her pink lipgloss and began happily heavily applying it, eyes still fixed on him. 

Edited by Pali Dotchev

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Margarleon Turpentine

Actually, it confused Leon why Pali put so much effort into her studies. So he didn’t know why she was so hellbent on continuing to devote so much time to them when she clearly struggled. Leon too struggled in any subject that was not practical - theoretical lessons and “book learning” were not his forte, even if he managed to get charms and defense spells down easily. The rest of the subjects, though? Leon wasn’t even middle-of-the-road, he was bottom-of-the-class, and only scraped by some of the time because of Jack Dare and Annag “helping” him with his homework (see: doing it for him). 

 

But even if they didn’t “help” him, Leon most certainly wouldn’t be poring over books like Pali was. So her quiet admission that she needed to puzzled him. “Says who? You? Because you know I don’t think you need to,” Leon insisted with a pointed look in the listless Pali’s direction. She put far too much pressure on herself, if you asked Leon. Then again, Leon shirked his responsibilities more easily than most people, because he didn’t particularly care about the consequences of doing so, and he struggled to understand those who did not. 

 

As he watched the clearly downtrodden Pali, Leon was kind of afraid that he was going to get the broody Pali for the rest of the time he sat here, and was about to start trying to rile her into her sassy Pali state when he got just that. Like a switch, a glint that he recognized was back in Pali’s blue stare, and his own green eyes met her gaze head-on. It was not entirely surprising that she pressed him for more details about why he chose to come here, and he couldn’t help but scowl at her for a moment, mulling over his words before he said them.

 

“I came for the concert, duh,” Leon told her flippantly, stubbornly, a smirk taking the place of his scowl. His mouth went dry a moment later, though, as Pali began applying her bright pink lip gloss. Leon couldn’t stop his gaze from slipping to her lips, the glossy sheen of them both tantalizing (was it flavored, like Alexander said his lip balm was…?) and unsettling (why was he so drawn to Pali when she drove him nuts most of the time…?) to him. 

 

He cleared his throat, snapping his mouth together because it had somehow fallen open as he looked at Pali’s lips, and he forced his eyes to meet hers once more. With his jaw set in a defiant straight line, Leon asked, “Do you always put that much lip gloss on? Or are you just doin’ it because I’m here?”

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Pali Dotchev

As Leon asked again why really she had to study, all she could manage in return was a very brief death glare and to growl at him in Hungarian to shut up. "Zárd be!" Rolling her eyes she momentarily forget he didn't actually speak the heavy slavic dialect but whatever, her point was clear. 

 

As she set her eyes back on him, her sassy little smirk had returned in full swing, still slathering a healthy layer of gloss on her lips. 

 

"Concert?!" Giggling quietly it made her beam even more. "What like I'm some Pop star?!" She was such a bad singer she was definitely the farthest thing from it. But the thought of it made her already buoyant head swell a little more all the same. Pop stars were pretty right? They got all the boys looking at them and wanting to snog him. Being a pop star was definitely a good thing in her eyes. 

 

As she continued layering on the lip gloss she wasn't totally oblivious to his staring. They were the only two in here, so honestly it would have been weird of him to NOT meet her gaze, but the more she watched him (still running over and back on her lips), she realised he wasn't looking at her, but in particular at her lips. Or the lip gloss she was liberally applying anyway. When he raised his question it became obvious that she wasn't just imagining it. 

 

Her mouth had gone sort of slack to allow for better lip gloss application, but as she listened to him her hand with the juicy tube dropped down by her side and her smirk returned once again. "Well I do like to wear lip gloss. But maybe I'm putting more on cus you're here.." She tried to shrug it off, giggling under her breath and making out it didn't really matter. But in reality she had to remind herself to speak English, which was a tell tale sign that her mind was running away with her.After she said it though she looked away, busying herself by

slipping her tube of lip gloss into her bag again, trying to hide the fact her cheeks had pinkened just slightly. 

 

After taking a second to take a breath she spoke again, this time much quieter. "Wanna taste?" 

 

Except in typical Pali fashion she was far too excited to actually wait for an answer. In one fell swoop she had quickly shifted to face him in her chair and had smashed her lips against his. 

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