So perhaps the sensible thing when going to visit family members was knocking on their door before you entered the house, or the polite thing at least. However it was snowing, and the wind was cold, and Anastasia did not want to continue standing out on the doorstep to wait for her brother to answer the door. Though that said, it was an English winter, which did not really have very much on the winter's back home - but the point of the matter more or less remained.
"Nikolai?" she called, closing the door behind her. There, much better where the wind could not reach her.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Dec 28, 2016 2:44:51 GMT -6
There had been a disturbance in the ward around his home, but that in itself wasn't enough for Nikolai to be concerned. Visitors had to cross it to get to his front door after all. It just meant he was ready for them when they did reach the door, assuming he was home for it. What did concern him was the fact that he heard his front door opening of its own accord. Wand in hand, he moved into the hallway, freezing at the sound of his sister's voice. If she hadn't called out, it was very likely that he'd have hexed first and asked questions later. "Ana," he greeted her, though the tension in his shoulders didn't relax at the sight of a familiar face.
Spotting Nikolai, and the wand in his hand, Ana grinned. Though she was also holding her own. "Try not to hex me as I walk in," she stated, moving further into the house before pulling off her cloak. "We really do not need a duel in your hallway. Again." She flashed her teeth. It wasn't the first time that she had just invited herself into his property after all. Though that said, that encounter had been an awful lot of fun, so perhaps it wasn't that much of a bad thing. "And how is my favourite little brother?"
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jan 9, 2017 2:55:24 GMT -6
"Then perhaps you shouldn't walk into my home without knocking," Nikolai suggested as he moved so that the wand in his hand was down at his side instead. However, he made no move to put it away. He was tense and also a highly paranoid person and he didn't trust even his own sister at times, especially when her wand was visible too. "How many times do I have to point out that I'm your only little brother?" he asked dodging her question. It wasn't as if his answer ever changed.
"Well where would the fun in that be?" she countered, amused, twirling her wand around her hand before returning it back to its place. At the very least, he was not about to hex her not knowing that it was. Hexing her while knowing, may be another story. "If I was going to hex you, I wouldn't have called your name," she said, noting the wand still in his hand.
"At least once more," she said. "It hasn't seemed to have sunk in yet." Though wouldn't it have been weird to have another sibling? She was certainly glad that she didn't.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jan 24, 2017 22:38:45 GMT -6
"Perhaps you wouldn't, but that doesn't mean someone else wouldn't," he pointed out. It had been some years, but there was always a chance that they would be found. He figured that gave him the right to be a bit on edge when people just walked into his home. Not that he really cared if it didn't.
At her response, she initially only got an unimpressed look in reply. "If it hasn't sunk in after nineteen years, I fear for your intelligence," he said with a shrug.
"Hence the calling your name," she said. "The bit where you go, 'oh that sounds like my sister's voice'. Unless someone is pretending to be me, but that is a different kettle of fish," she said, tilting her head to the side. Though not a bad idea to try and get to someone, pretending to be a family member. Catch them off guard for a moment and then attack... depending on how far it went, you might not need to learn that many mannerisms.
"And if you haven't gotten the fact that you being my only brother is entirely the reason I call you my favourite brother, than I fear for yours," she returned, moving further into his house.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jan 24, 2017 22:54:47 GMT -6
"It sounds like my sister, but we're magical, so things aren't always as they seem, are they?" It wouldn't exactly be new magic, either, considering it was a tactic he'd used before. He had, however, lowered his wand enough to show that his guard was down slightly. That was all it was though, a show, since his guard was never completely down.
"I didn't actually invite you inside," he said as he turned to follow her. "You are my least favorite sister, by the way."
"Well that's where the fun lies, little brother," she commented. "In picking what is, and what isn't as it seems." His wand was lowered however, so that was as close to a step in the right direction as they were going to go.
"Yes, if I was going to wait for you to invite me in, I'd still be standing on the other side of your door in the snow. I decided to fast forward the process a little bit," she glanced over her shoulder at him, flashing her teeth. "But also your favourite."
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Mar 19, 2017 23:18:45 GMT -6
little brother never tells you.
"I'm not sure that I'd exactly call that fun with the number of enemies we've earned ourselves in just the last few years alone," he commented lightly. They were young, yes, but they were a rather ruthless pair and that had earned them a bit of a bad reputation among some crowds. It paired really well with the whole reason they'd left Russia for England when they were younger.
"You belong outside in the snow," he mumbled mostly to himself but he knew that she'd heard him all the same. Assuming she was actually his sister, he wasn't all the put out that she was in his home, though it was better if she was actually invited. "I don't have a favorite sister. I'm still holding off assigning that one to someone that's worth the title."
"Well it makes for an interesting life," she said with a light shrug of her shoulders. "And that can be fun." They did however, have a great deal of enemies. Between their ruthlessness in their jobs, and well lives in general, and the enemies that had been made before they'd even left for England... Keeping on their toes was quite important.
"Well it is cold like my soul," she said with a flash of her teeth. "You never know. We could have another sister that's worth the title." It had been a handful of years since they'd seen their parents. Though that did seem rather unlikely. "You'll just have to make do with me, I'm afraid."
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Apr 21, 2017 22:17:38 GMT -6
little brother never tells you.
"Do you ever wonder what would have become of us if we haven't left?" he asked her. It probably seemed like the question had come out of nowhere, but he felt that it was still in the same line of thought as the rest of the conversation. In all likelihood, they'd be dead if they'd stayed home in Russia. Their parents probably were. There hadn't been any contact since the move because it was far too risky, but sometimes he was curious if only for the sake of knowing.
"You have a soul?" He raised an eyebrow in her direction. It was clear that he was becoming more and more convinced she was actually his sister. "I don't know that I could tolerate having another sister. She'd have to be at least sixteen years younger than me." Unless there was a secret sister somewhere. He wouldn't put it past their father, honestly. "What a horrible lot I've been given, having to make do with you."
At the question, Anastasia glanced at her little brother. "Dead, with all possibility. Or hiding somewhere." Their parents hadn't quite explained to them what was going on when they had sent them off to England, but the lack of any interaction with them since spoke moutains. "They're probably dead," she paused a moment. "Or maybe they just didnt like us, and that was the easiest way to get rid of us."
"No, I had to trade something to be this pretty," she said, amused. "I don't think I'd want to deal with a child. One younger sibling is quite enough for me." Imagine having to deal with a toddler, that sounded unfortunate. She'd probably kill it. And not entirely unintentionally at that. "One day you'll appreciate me," she said with a mocking sigh, not expecting that to happen at all.
Post by NIKOLAI VITALI ALEKSANDROV on Jul 5, 2017 22:21:46 GMT -6
It probably should have bothered him more, the thought of their parents being dead, but mostly he was just bothered by the lack of solid answers. He wanted to know why they'd needed to leave their home. He wanted to know what it was their parents thought they were protecting their children from. "I'd rather be dead than hiding," he remarked. Hiding was for cowards. Nikolai Aleksandrov wasn't a coward.
"Who lied and called you pretty?" he teased her though the words came out flatly. He might have meant them a little bit. "I could go for not being the youngest, but not if it means an actual child. What are the odds that father had an affair?" Though he supposed that also opened up the chance of having another older sibling. Maybe he should just kill Ana and be the only one. That seemed nice.
They had probably been dead for years. That seemed the most likely, didn't it? Their parents had forced them to the other side of the world for a reason, and it was very likely followed by their deaths. Maybe she would have cared more if she knew for certainty that they were dead, and it was not a 'most likely'. It was quite likely that she wouldn't. "That's what we're doing though, isn't it?" she mused. "We got sent to hide so whatever the danger was to our parents, we would not be in." She would have liked to have known what that danger was.
Her lip quirked a little. Ana knew her brother well enough by now to tell when he was teasing, even if it was not obvious. Or noticeable at all to someone else. "I'm sure that was our parents, with everything else they likely lied to us about." There had been a lot of lies, hadn't there? "It would not surprise me in the slightest." With all the other lies, or the things that they had not been told...