Her brother may have put his foot down at her coming to Russia with him, but that was not stopping her going at all. She knew full well that Nikolai could protect himself - she had seen him time and time again on the field after all - but that did not mean she was going to let him head off to a place that could potentially be rather dangerous for him, and let him at it.
She also was not going to let him have all of the fun of puzzling out why their parents had sent them off to England and then disappeared from their lives. There was something peculiar in all of this.
When she pictured home, it was most often during the winter months, when a layer of snow covered everything. The sight that she was met with now. It was nice to be here again, England and their pitiful winters did not quite compare.
She'd kept her eye on her brother, keeping her distance, letting him do his thing, and following her own leads. But she felt like properly seeking him out today, so was waiting until he exited whatever building he was in. Seeing him leave, she moved over to him.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Sept 22, 2017 22:07:47 GMT -6
Being back in Russia was strange. It had been so many years since Nikolai had been back home. And it wasn't even really home that he was in. Sure it was the country but his leads had led him far away from the area he'd actually lived in. It was foreign but familiar. Hearing the language of his childhood, the language he was most comfortable with, was rewarding enough on its own. It was nice to hear it from someone other than his sister. But he couldn't let nostalgia and familiarity distract him from what he was here to do. He had answers to find.
Being a metamorphmagus, it was easy enough to hide who he really was and he kept that up as frequently as he could. It would stop people from following him home again or sussing out what he was really doing there. Asking the questions he was was suspicious enough already anyway. There were very few reasons for someone to be asking about his parents. Or at least, that was as far as he knew. There was more to the story than he knew probably, considering the being sent to England several years before.
Each new location came with a new look, so he was impossible to track. Hopefully. He could take care of himself if it didn't work out though. There was a new lead to follow, so he'd moved to a new city and a new look. Now was the time to follow up on it
However, that plan was interrupted when he heard a voice nearby, a voice that he knew and should not be hearing in Russia. Sighing, he turned to face his sister, looking thoroughly unimpressed with her. "This isn't staying in England," he said although he wasn't too surprised to see her. He hadn't really thought she'd stay in England after they'd fought about it. But he had hoped she'd have some sense.
Even if it had not been the city that had once been home, there was the strange pieces of familiarity that being back in the country brought her. Seeing, and hearing, the language were a large one. Hearing Russian again, as background noise, and not just the language of her and Nikolai, was nice. Though it did lose the benefit of being able to speak with her brother in a language that it was very likely everyone else would not be able to understand.
Nikolai changing his look had made him a little bit harder to track. But she knew her brother, and that worked to her advantage. She'd transfigured her own appearance, maybe she shouldn't have given herself away to see whether he realised. Too late for that. She stared back into his unimpressed face with no remorse. "Isn't it?" she deadpanned. "I was walking around Westminster and then here I was."