This is my time [OPEN]

[waldemar]

This is the time - you regret your sins.
This is the time - you won't forget.
This is my time. this is my time.
- Blutengel

Waldemar was on his way from dinner to his dorm and he was in a terrible mood. He couldn't wait for the year to be over, just so he could go back home, to Finland - who cared about his rotten family, his brother would take care of the family business and he would just go away. He missed his country more than ever, more than anything, and the past few weeks had shown that people were not to be relied on, either.
Kane seemed to have disappeared. Waldemar didn't know what he'd done to upset the other boy or make him angry, but his dorm mate had either left school or he was avoiding him very, very well. He hadn't seen Dorcas much either, which he was a little disappointed about as well, but of course he had been studying a lot as soon as Kane had vanished.
He had liked Kane, he really had. The boy had been the only other in his dorm he'd clicked with in the dorm and now that was gone, Waldemar had simply relapsed into his previous behaviour - his solitary behaviour.

There were only a few more months of school left and after that, he'd be free. It wasn't like there was anyone who would miss him so terribly, and usually that wouldn't have bugged him, but today it made his mood turn foul. He was a little sick of being ignored. Even the teacher didn't seem to care much as long as his grades were fine. He was going to stay, but only to graduate, and then he was going to leave. He didn't care about the other students, he didn't care about the war, he just didn't care, he just wanted to be left alone. People were worthless.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Holly had been up at the astronomy tower. As usual she had been doing artwork, painting the sunset and the night sky and just lost track of time. Drawing was such a passion of hers that nothing else really mattered. She concentrated so hard that all concept of time went out the window, or diving off the astronomy tower. It wasn't until her stomach gave an all mighty lurch that she realised she was missing tea and Holly didn't always eat a lot so it was important that she had her regular meals and snack, even if they were all very small.

Packing everything up holly was gentle with her instruments. She cleaned her brushes and her paint pallets magically and slipped them all into her bag with upmost care, sure she could always buy new things if these ever broke, but she was familiar with them, she knew the slight slant her paint pallet had after she'd forgotten it one summer and left it on the grounds of their home all day under the hot sun. She knew that one of her brushes had a bristle that stuck out, and sometimes that was useful when she wanted a faint line and her hand was too heavy. There wasn't anything about art that Holly didn't like and didn't appreciate.

Once everything was packed up Holly made her way to the great hall, hoping not to be too late that everything was gone, but there was no way that she would be running to get there. Holly didn't do exercise and she knew that she was most unhealthy because of it but it was just something she hated doing. Art was her thing, exercising was Adrian's. Everyone was different even if they were in the same family.

Turning a corner Holly felt her bag grow lighter and lighter until it was pulled off of her back. There was a malice chuckle and peeves revealed himself. "Peeves! Give me back my bag this instance." She demanded, but Peeves was not the generous sort, instead he had her jump for it a couple of times and then eventually all the possessions of the bag were thrown about the corridor. Paint pots breaking and causing a mess as far as they eye could see and Holly was fuming. Why did he have to be such a nuisance?

Holly picked up her bag and started to magically gather her things, walking up and down and being careful not to step in any paint. Filch was going to be livid if he saw this, at least maybe Peeves would be banished at last. Why he was still here after all the trouble he made Holly didn't know but at least it was funny when he picked on the mudbloods that had never seen ghosts before, they didn't know how to handle him and just found themselves getting frightened. Holly enjoyed watching that quite often even if it was a rare occurrence.

[waldemar]

Waldemar could hear a girl's voice bounce of the cold castle walls, echoing. He'd sort of hoped to avoid anyone, really, so he could go back to his dorm and seclude himself, but as it happened the girl was on his path. Just his luck.
By the time he got there, all he got to see was the aftermath of Peeves. Waldemar couldn't wrap his head around the question why the school had kept Peeves. He would've thrown the menace out at once, rotten ghost.

As it was, the floor he was supposed to cross was covered in paint, and he was not about to get paint in his tailored clothes, thank you very much. Waldemar sighed. Fine. He might as well help. If only to get back to his dorm faster, as he was sure the girl (undoubtedly Slytherin) would probably not really appreciate his efforts. After all - none of the students did.
"Need some help?" he muttered, drawing his wand and starting to clean the paint off the floor. The faster it was gone, the quicker he could leave. Waldemar wasn't sure if the girl would appreciate him scourgifying her paint off the floor, but he figured she'd have to buy new paint anyway. Really, she was hardly going to scrape it off the floor and reuse it, was she now?
"I hope this was not your idea of turning the entire school into a painting," he muttered, half to himself as he didn't expect her to respond, "it didn't really work out. I'd suggest canvas." Over the months he'd been here, Waldemar had gotten over most of his accent and had finally found the right intonations for things. This, unfortunately, also meant that it was now obvious from the tone in his voice that he wasn't making pleasant conversation. To be honest? Why keep paint in breakable pots if you could use plastic? Sure, it was a muggle invention, but it came in very handy, actually.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Holly continued gathering her bits and pieces, glad no one else was around to witness this. She had a low tolerance for embarrassment and this was clearly embarrassing. Scrambling around to pick up possessions off the floor? How much more embarrassing could it get really? She looked like a commoner for goodness sakes. This was very beneath her, but she had to do something, she couldn't leave it all just laying about, who knew who might steal it and these things were hers. She didn't want dirty mudblood hands touching them, she didn't like anyone touching her things really.

Holly heard a voice and looked up to see a very finely dressed boy. He looked young but she had a feeling he was older than her, yes, she recognised him. He was that transfer student or something. Pure blood from what she had heard but then you couldn't always believe everything you heard. Could have just been a rumour he started himself so that he would be accepted by the only people that really mattered - pure bloods.

"Oh, yes, some assistance would be nice, thank you." Holly didn't really know a lot about this guy or his family. She didn't even know where he came from, but one thing she did know was that she did not want to get on his bad side if he had a very influential family. If he had an influential family and they were spreading overseas then clearly they were not a force to be reckoned with. It would be easier to get along with them, as it was with all pure blood elitists.

Holly wasn't really paying much attention to the boy that was helping her clean up the mess. He seemed rather on the grumpy side to her and she wondered why he even bothered helping. Catching a few of his words, Holly shrugged. She'd heard 'school', 'painting' and 'suggest canvas'. "Well, I do have a book that I paint in," She said, pointing to the blue book near his feet that had spatters of fresh paint all over it from the spills. "Peeves however seemed to be the one that thought the castle interior would look better in magenta and pastel pink."

Holly gathered up the last of her brushes and put them away in her bag along with the few paints that hadn't broken, she also collected all her pastels, chalks, pencils, quills and various scraps of material and books, but not her painting one. That book was closer to the boy and so would be easier for him to pick it up, but then again, she didn't really like people touching her things so she walked down towards him and picked up the book carefully. She swung her backpack on her back and used her wand to clean off the paint on the cover of her paint book and around the edges. She opened the book and flipped through her paintings to make sure they were all still perfectly painted, no new random splattered spatters.

"Thank you for your help." She said as she whipped her wand around, aimed at the ceiling where a fair bit of the paint had splattered. Peeves really knew how to do a good job, she had to admit that. "I'm afraid I don't know you, I'm Holly, Holly Nott. And you are?" Holly flattened the front of her top and looked down to her shoes to check she hadn't got any paint on herself, luckily there was none and so she looked back to the boy that had helped her out.

[waldemar]

While Holly apparently recognised him (it was never hard to remember who the exchange student was, was it?), Waldemar had no idea who she was. All he knew was that she was in Slytherin and if she was, the chance she was a pureblood was rather large. Not that he cared much.
"Oh, yes, some assistance would be nice, thank you." Waldemar raised an eyebrow and briefly wondered if she merely considered him an 'assistant', but decided to let the comment slide. She was talking to him, at least, and after weeks of not having any sort of social contact, he guessed he could take a leap of faith and give it a try, even if she was a Slytherin.

Waldemar had never been concerned with influential families. His family was concerned with them, but at a young age he'd proven he was not primarily a people person, so it was a good thing he was the spare - he had an older brother, after all, who would take over the family business and deal with the influential families. Waldemar had plans of just running off and disappearing after graduation. He was in the process of deciding whether he would take some of his parents money or not.

He hadn't expected the girl to reply to his half-insult, but nodded slightly when she pointed at a blue book that was so close to his left shoe that he could kick it. Which he didn't; not did he pick it up. It was hers to pick up, like the rest of her things. He hadn't minded much cleaning up the paint, which was at least something he could do without squatting and risking getting his clothes smudged.
Funny that the book was blue, though. Should he have expected it to have been green? Waldemar, personally, liked blue.
"Peeves however seemed to be the one that thought the castle interior would look better in magenta and pastel pink." Waldemar scoffed a little. "I think Peeves should've been thrown out long ago."

The girl gathered the rest of her things and thanks him for his help. Well, at least there were some civilised people at Hogwarts. "Not at all," he said, not cheerful, but maybe less cold than he would've five minutes ago.
"I'm afraid I don't know you, I'm Holly, Holly Nott. And you are?" Waldemar waited for a moment until she was done making sure she was presentable and nodded at her slightly before holding out a hand. "Waldemar Järvinen - pleasure." It was all terribly formal, but at least his bad mood had disappeared just a little.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Holly laughed and nodded and it wasn't fake. If she did not agree with his comment but wanted to get on his good side then she would have given her almost real laugh, but this she actually agreed with and found a tad amusing. Having Peeves thrown out was a very nice thought. It would be quite a relief for a lot of people, he did tend to pick on a few specifically, the weak ones he could break into tears but he couldn't stay biased for long, after a while he just had to spread his mischievous joy through out the castle. Perhaps he was the reason the Marauders were such pests for everyone to deal with. If she had her way the four of them would be thrown out of school too. They were nothing but disruptive trouble makers.

"I couldn't agree more." She muttered. She could think for hours of how much she was annoyed by Peeves but how he was amusing when it came to annoying, weak people but she decided to keep her thoughts for this another day. For now she had a new friend to make, to impress. She wanted to be on his good side in case his parents moved to Britain or already lived in Britain. The more friends she had the better she would do in life outside of Hogwarts, though for her chosen career path, she would be better off arse kissing those with parents in the Ministry. Either that or sleeping with their fathers.

"Same." Holly smiled. It was a little forced but at the same time it was just plain automatic. "So how long have you been in Britain Waldemar?" Holly hoped she pronounced his name correctly. She had been taught to mimic such things, growing up with pure bloods you tended to come across a few funny names and when you loose your milk teeth you tend to mispronounce things and that made you seem rude, so her mother had taught her that pronunciation was key and if you got it wrong it could ruin your life and you would disappoint your parents and she hoped that she had never gotten a name wrong, she would hate to disappoint her manipulative whore or a mother or bastard of a father.

Holly slipped her bag down from her shoulder and opened it without looking away from Waldemar. She then proceeded to put her blue book into her bag and do it all back up again, lifting it back onto her shoulder, not once looking away from Waldemar. She would hate to be rude but she wasn't going to leave her book out in the open. What if Peeves came back with a glass of water or just took the book and tore it up? Holly didn't want to risk ruining her drawings, they were almost like her babies, as were her sketches. Art was her life, yet she still wanted a career away from it, she would hate to have a career in something she loved in case something went wrong and she ended up no longer loving what she had done to start with. Not only that though. She was curious and she wanted to know what an Unknowable did. She wanted that job and she knew she would be good at it.

[waldemar]

He was a little surprised by her laugh. It sounded pleasant and spontaneous, as opposed to fake and polite. Also, he hadn't thought his comment funny - it was just his opinion - but if she thought it was worth laughing about, well, he wasn't about to stop her. Maybe he'd made one of his rare grammatical mistakes, maybe that was what was funny.
Waldemar could imagine they were sick of Peeves, though. He'd only been here a few months and he was quite annoyed with the ghost already, imagine years.

He noticed her tone at the introduction. Polite, faint smile, just a little stiffly. Most of the people his parents had ever introduced him to were like that the first few minutes.
"So how long have you been in Britain Waldemar?" Ah - polite conversation. "My parents moved to Wales in the beginning of October and I enrolled here about a week later," he answered. "Apparently we have some family in Russia that's on the bad side, so my parents, cowards as they are, decided to move to the country where Dumbledore lives. Well, country.." He paused. "The UK is hardly one country." He shrugged. "Minor detail, I suppose."
As a matter of fact, she had pronounced his name right. At first, to make it easier for the other students, he'd gone by George (as his middle name, Yrjö, was just the Finnish version of George, really), but by now he was sick of blending in, so he'd gone back to using his own proper name.

Waldemar supposed it was now his turn to ask a question, a polite one. "So you're into art?" Good choice. A nice open question that was not prying (he was really not trying to get a peek into that book, it didn't matter that much to him) and yet gave her plenty to chatter about.
It wasn't that he didn't like her. She seemed sort of nice, but everything she did and was was just so pureblooded that Waldemar couldn't help but wonder what her ulterior motives were for talking to him. Also, he wondered if she'd lose interest if he told her it would be his brother who would take over the family business. You never knew with purebloods and their reason for 'mating' - maybe they needed some new blood to stop the children from having eleven fingers.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Polite conversation was never to go amiss. It seemed however, that Waldemar's parents were fearful of bad wizards in the family and were supporters of Dumbledore. Holly wanted to ask the question about his blood even more so. Were both his parents pure blooded? Was even one? Were his parents both muggle born? Surely not if he they had wizards in the family that were bad. That usually meant pure blood supremacy. Holly quite liked the sound of that. But possibly one of Waldemar's parents was mud blood. Why else would they have reason to fear a supposedly 'bad' wizards. Perhaps it was something else. Perhaps there was something they were hiding. Who knew and who really cared about that sort of thing, because even if she knew about what she wanted to ask, it wasn't as if she was going to tell anyone, she didn't even have someone to tell. She wasn't a death eater, she wasn't involved in any dark or bad goings ons and so she really shouldn't have a care about this boys family. But she did. Just because she wanted to know. Sometimes she wondered why she wasn't in Ravenclaw. Knowledge always interested her.

"Quite." She said clearly with a smile. They make up of the United Kingdom wasn't really what they were talking about now was it? And it certainly wasn't what Holly was wanting to talk about, though she wouldn't press the conversation towards what it was she was interested in knowing, but they might get there eventually. Sure she was missing tea, but that didn't matter, she could go without for this evening or just grab a piece of fruit from in the great hall once tea was cleared away. She didn't need an excessive amount to eat, though she would need something soon enough, but not so soon that she missed any sort of conversation with Waldemar.

The subject changed and Holly was a little disappointed though she had found out he wasn't exactly happy with his parents. He had called them cowards and one shouldn't really talk bad of their parents. Unless of course Waldemar was ashamed that they had run. Maybe he was a dark wizard. Holly didn't show her disappointment because she knew better than to reveal her emotions in public, especially to a strange, instead she looked down at her back pack and smiled, looking back up at Waldemar. Yes. She was into art. It was a little obvious what with the paint that had been scattered everywhere by Peeve's carelessness. Why that poltergeist had to pick on pure bloods was beyond her. He should just pick on mud bloods and half bloods, just so everyone knew who they were for sure, and blood traitors were already known, you learnt about them pretty quick growing up, and when there was a new one it was almost like shockwaves of gossip hit the pure blood elitist world. The latest of course was Sirius Black.

"Yes. I enjoy art. Painting, sketching and such. It's quite a hobby of mine." Holly smiled. "How about yourself? Any hobbies?" Everything just seemed so static. The conversation was clearly forced and yet both were too polite to leave. Well Waldemar was too polite to leave it seemed, Holly on the other hand had ulterior motives. Maybe Waldemar did too, she didn't know any differently, but she was quite interested in his family as a whole. She wondered about siblings. She didn't care what place Waldemar came in his family, she just wanted to know about all of it.

[waldemar]

Polite conversation was, indeed, easy, but it would bore Waldemar after some time. It was too easy. It was too polite. Okay, not that he liked people who asked him rude questions, but it was so controlled and held back, it felt unnatural to him. It wasn't spontaneous enough.
As for Waldemar's parents, they had moved because they didn't want to be associated with Death Eaters. They were both very pureblooded, but feared being related to 'bad' purebloods would ruin their business. That's what it was all about in the end when it came to Waldemar's family: business. Business interfered with everything, and Waldemar valued his freedom, thank you very much. There was more than business in life, and although he did love his parents and he cared for his brother, he would never have left his beloved homeland (the home he was born and grew up in!) just because it would be bad for business.

To be honest, Waldemar wasn't interested in talking about the UK, either. He'd had a short course about British culture and cultural identities, and it had given him the impression that Great Britain was on the brink of being Not So Great Britain, with all the conflicts that raged within.
Waldemar knew he probably shouldn't have referred to his parents as cowards, but that was how he felt about them at the moment and he was more than a little annoyed with them for just sending him off to school like that 'for his own safety'. He was seventeen, he'd have liked to have at least a bit of a say in it, and he could take care of himself.

"Yes. I enjoy art. Painting, sketching and such. It's quite a hobby of mine." Holly smiled and he smiled back politely. "How about yourself? Any hobbies?" He shrugged a little.
"I suppose I'm a bit of an outdoor sort of person," he said, a little vaguely. It wasn't quite a lie, and she might think he was into horseback riding or something, while Waldemar was actually more interested in roaming through forests, exploring, swimming in lakes wearing nothing but his skin. Things like that were often frowned upon in pureblood circles. At least, they were in Finland, he guessed the UK wasn't so different. One of the chapters in his British cultural identities book hadn't been called 'No Sex Please, We're British' for nothing.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



The business side of things. Holly could understand all that. It was a shame that superficial conversation was so, for lack of a better term, superficial. Holly would have been quite interested to know about Waldemar's family and their business, to know about his pure blood relatives and the activities they were up to, knowledge was power as they say and Holly appreciated knowledge, that way you would always know just what to do should you need to do anything at all. Plus there was always the use of blackmail, should it need retorting to, which occasionally it did.

"Outdoors?" Holly was a little shocked. "Forgive me, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound quite so surprised." Well, she barely sounded surprised at all, she just had to sort of apologise for repeating what he had said in the form of a question. "You don't really look like the outdoorsy type to me, you have such beautiful fair skin." Ah yes, the way of a pure blood. If you're going to offend someone or may have already by accident, then it was a good idea to lead with or throw in a compliment afterward, or sometimes even in the middle.

"What sorts of things do you do? You have me intrigued. You must wear a high sun screen factor to protect your skin in summer." Really she wanted to know why wasn't he more muscular? She assumed he did sports because he was a boy, that was what boys did outside. Get dirty, play in mud puddles and such, though he looked far too refined to do that sort of thing and far too skinny. He was almost like a twig. Though Holly really couldn't talk, she was stick thin too, but she didn't do any sorts of exercise so she had absolutely no muscle or strength any way.

For a while, Holly wondered if they played different sorts of sports wherever it was Waldemar was from. Perhaps it required wit as opposed to brawn like quidditch, that was how the Slytherin team usually managed to play, deceitful all the way, winning anyway they could, not that she really payed much attention to quidditch but you couldn't exactly help overhear some of the other houses complaining time and time again about so many different things.

For a moment, Holly wondered where Waldemar was from. She hadn't asked but she was sure she could research his name, look into his family, ask about, ask her parents, they would probably know, their father wasn't exactly the most saintly of men and was apparently suspected of having been involved in some dark matters, but there were no charges against him and he was keeping his nose clean, so obviously no one was going to find anything, though maybe she would send him an owl, requesting knowledge of the Järvinen family.

[waldemar]

Waldemar disliked superficial conversation a lot, so this polite conversation they were having was not really the sort of conversation he liked, but then again he barely knew Holly, so he wasn't quite ready to have very in depth conversations with her, either. Then again, she did seem rather nice, even if she was in Slytherin (and he had heard Slytherins were, overall, unpleasant). Maybe, after a few more polite conversations, he'd attempt to be a bit more genuinely friendly.

"Outdoors?" Waldemar couldn't help but chuckle a little at her surprised expression. She'd been so controlled all this time, but this was real, and it amused him. "Forgive me, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound quite so surprised." He grinned slightly. "Don't mention it." Waldemar knew he didn't look the sporty type, he was too lean.
"You don't really look like the outdoorsy type to me, you have such beautiful fair skin." He smiled a little at the compliment, though he did not verbally accept it. "Well, I do come from Finland," he answered, still a little amused, "in winter, the sun doesn't even rise at all." He shrugged and half-forgot to explain he didn't sport like his brother did, that he was, hmm, more into hiking and 'swimming'. Too bad for Waldemar that Holly asked him, and it would be impolite not to reply, wouldn't it? "I'm mostly into hiking and outdoor swimming," he said with a bit of a shrug, as though it wasn't special, and hoped she wouldn't ask what 'outdoor swimming' was. It was sort of a private thing to him, only him and nature, and he wasn't very keen on sharing the experience.

He decided this was a good point to shift the focus back to her again. "And you? Are you into sports or anything, or more interested in cheering on the sidelines?" It didn't sound like an insult and Waldemar didn't mean it like an insult, either, even if it seemed to border on the edge of polite conversation. Some people just didn't like sports, so what? No one was perfect (unfortunately), and with his slightly more informal question he was trying to coerce her into something more than the average pureblood conversation, just to see if she was worth talking to more often.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Waldemar accepted her apology. It wasn't really something to be accepted but he was kind enough to do so. No wonder he wasn't a Slytherin for the remainder of his time at Hogwarts. People like Waldemar didn't really last long in the house of the pure, even if he was pure blooded he probably would have been tormented more, shunned because he was different and his parents were 'cowards' in his own harsh words. Pure bloods tended not to talk ill of their parents, then again, if your parents were ill it may well prove to be a good thing that he was speaking ill of them. A son ashamed of his fleeing parents clearly didn't mind the dark wizards his parents did. Waldemar was either very smart or exceedingly dumb and you didn't get into Ravenclaw if you were dumb.

"Finland? How beautiful. You must miss it sorely, you'd barely get much more sunshine here than you would there really. Unless you really like rain I doubt this is a good change. I'm sorry your parents moved you." Holly wasn't really sorry, it wasn't her fault after all but she did like to seem sympathetic even if she wasn't and if she was she didn't want to seem overly compassionate, just a light dusting of sympathy would do adequately.

Holly was surprised to hear the sports Waldemar was into. She'd never really understood what the fascination was with hiking or swimming, but she supposed if she were to swim it would be in a cleansed, heated pool that was for private use only that wouldn't rot her skin with too many chemicals. Magically cleansed pools were the only way to swim, especially when your skin was as sensitive as Holly's, her acne was terrible and any change to her chemical balance would probably cause it all to come flooding back and then some.

Holly laughed a little once more though this laugh was more on the realistic side though one probably couldn't tell much as they nearly all sounded the same. She didn't want to sound overly enthusiastic. She was not the sporty kind, not in the very slightest, that was Adrian's forté not hers and she never forgot it either. Her constant unhealthiness was always bugging her for one reason or another and smoking didn't really help much nor the occasional drink.

"No no, I'm not sportsy nor am I much of a 'cheerleader'. I'm not very interested in sports, they do quite bore me, I'd much rather be painting or drawing, but drawing a quidditch match can be quite interesting. So much going on and so many scenes to choose from." She smiled at the rather young face in front of her. "My brother is into sports. He's leader of the Slytherin House Quidditch team. It all seems a bit brutal to me really but father enjoys it and Adrian does try to please father." Or at least used to, she thought though didn't say it out loud. She didn't want to speak ill of her family.

[waldemar]

It wasn't that Waldemar hated his parents. Like his brother, they were, essentially, good people. They differed from Waldemar a lot when it came to the things they believed to be important in life, but they had always tried to be good parents and had done what they thought was right. It was just not the way Waldemar would do things if he ever got children. Not that Waldemar would ever get children, probably, but still..
He did mind dark wizards, but they had been in Russia, over the border, part of the family which they hadn't seen for at least two generations. Waldemar firmly believed the 'wrong' branch of their family probably didn't want to be associated with their family as much as the Järvinen wanted to be associated with them - there had been no reason to assume anything would go wrong business-wise, there was even less reason to believe that their Russian family would 'pay them a visit' and even if they did, all in the Järvinen household were rather skilled when it came to magic. Why run away?
But oh well, it had happened now, anyway. Nothing he could do. Nothing but wait until he was done here, so he could go back home.

"Finland? How beautiful. You must miss it sorely, you'd barely get much more sunshine here than you would there really. Unless you really like rain I doubt this is a good change. I'm sorry your parents moved you." He smiled slightly and half shrugged. "I do miss it, but I believe this is only a temporarily solution." He was vague on purpose. One, how much he missed home was none of her business. Two, he didn't want his parents to hear of his plans to leave via some pureblood girl who liked to gossip too much.

It wasn't so much the sporty side of swimming and hiking that Waldemar liked. He liked nature, it was a passion of his, and he had noticed he could relax more when he was alone with nature. It sounded a little gay and, admittedly, Waldemar was gay, but it was how he felt about things and if there was anything he had learned to stop doubting about, it were his own feelings. If there was anything that was real within a persons consciousness, it were one's own feelings.
"No no, I'm not sportsy nor am I much of a 'cheerleader'. I'm not very interested in sports, they do quite bore me, I'd much rather be painting or drawing, but drawing a quidditch match can be quite interesting. So much going on and so many scenes to choose from." Waldemar smiled back. "Well, to each his own, right?"
"My brother is into sports. He's leader of the Slytherin House Quidditch team. It all seems a bit brutal to me really but father enjoys it and Adrian does try to please father." He chuckled softly. "Brutal indeed. My brother's more of the rough side of sports. He's far better at Quidditch than I am." Then again, it wasn't that difficult to be better at Quidditch than Waldemar.

[holly]

Outfit;and painted it red



Only temporary? So he would be going back to Finland? Well she sort of seemed to be wasting her time with him a little, though the fact he had a brother was quite interesting and Holly was curious to know more about his family, though he did seem to play his cards close to his chest, but that didn't bother Holly, this was the first time she'd met him, it wasn't like he was going to spill his deepest darkest secrets to her, or even those of his family, though he had told her a fair bit for a first meeting she supposed.

"Yes, each to their own is quite correct." She said, now was probably the time to leave, this polite conversation was starting to get quite tiring and she half expected him to have left already, made some sort of excuse to get away from her. He was quite the gentleman really and Holly wondered if his brother was just as polite or whether he didn't stand for such nonsense chitter chatter. She would quite like to meet him and know but she doubt that would ever happen, especially if they would be moving back to Finland.

Holly laughed ever so slightly, just a small noise lasting less than a second escaped past her lips. They had something in common but she really should end the conversation here. There was no use to either of them prolonging the conversation, he would just grow tired and bored and so would she, in fact she already was so she suspected he was too. They would probably meet again before the end of the year and she might be able to talk to him then, maybe plans would change before she met him again, maybe his brother would stay in Britain, it was probably a far better country than Finland anyway, but she was British and pureblooded so she would think her country was better.

"I suppose I should let you get on with whatever it was that you were doing." Holly smiled at Waldemar and shuffled her bag up onto her shoulder a little more so that it wouldn't slip down her arm. "Thank you so very much for helping me, I really appreciate it. And thank you for talking with me. It's nice to talk to someone else that isn't in your house and that can be friendly." Slytherins weren't really known for their kind, caring natures after all. "Maybe we shall meet again before you leave." She certainly hoped so and she hoped her father would tell her about the Järvinen family, or her mother. Her mother was very much into gossip and would know if a new pureblood family was in the country.

[waldemar]

Well, Waldemar wasn't planning on staying in the UK just for her or anything. Actually, there'd have to be a very good reason for him if he'd ever decided to cancel his plan - he was too attached to his homeland to give up his dream of returning. She looked a little curious, but Waldemar smiled inwardly and never asked. Why would he?

"Yes, each to their own is quite correct." Correct - that was probably the perfect way to describe the entire conversation. Waldemar chose to nod. Yes, this was pretty much the end of the conversation. If she had still been interested in talking, she wouldn't just have rephrased what he had said. He was growing bored quicker and quicker. She had seemed rather interesting at first, but she had not really managed to surprise him. Oh, of course Waldemar had not really attempted to deepen the conversation himself, but why should he be the one trying?
Then again, this first conversation opened up possibilities for another chat some time later this year. Or not. It would mainly be up to her, because Waldemar wasn't usually one to open conversation with no direct reason - not even if that person had managed to evaporate his bad mood.

"I suppose I should let you get on with whatever it was that you were doing." Waldemar smiled, but made sure not to seem too relieved. "Yes, I suppose I should leave you to your painting," he smiled and nodded a little, hoisting his bag a little higher on his shoulder as a prelude to his departure. Holly did something likewise.
"Thank you so very much for helping me, I really appreciate it. And thank you for talking with me. It's nice to talk to someone else that isn't in your house and that can be friendly. Maybe we shall meet again before you leave." Waldemar smiled his polite smile again. "Very welcome and very likely - I can't leave until after graduation, of course."
He nodded at Holly a last time and then turned and left, perhaps walking a little too swiftly to still be really polite, but actually? He didn't care very much.