Post by Iv Trovsky on Feb 4, 2014 23:33:52 GMT -5
‘Why not a portkey?’ the deem gripped him, coiling around him in the most reeling of thoughts as him, every now and then, commuted gazes with his beloved one, just as she fidgeted slightly on her very seat. Kabes was in her normal perky self, though the hectic state was enhanced with a subtle touch of enthusiasm, from what he could surmise. Having the strangest notion as to be able to finally meet the ones who had reared the one you shared bonds with since a couple of years was something he deemed a cinch, though many would flinch before actually acceding to it. He nodded to himself as he contemplated the immensity of the mountains through the dusty brittle window pane of the hovering car they had somehow rented from the station - having arrived at it a few hours ago and now soaring across the trees tops into the looming mist at the ridge’s peaks.
“They don’t bite… I assure you” he muttered, almost like a whisper, whilst his eyes fixed on her with a casual grin. His adorable loved one should suffice to make an impression on his family, like she had done so on himself.
He didn’t see her reaction, though he was certain it was something close to a simper, Iv wrapped the lever with his right, tugging it out so the manky old car was visible again. Kilometres behind, the meagre civilization was left behind and there were no muggles in sight to be considered a menace anymore. “Bet you’ve never been this close to the tops before” he glanced at her and then back at the road, quite unsure of where he was going to. To be absolutely honest, Ivanov was not in the conditions of a gifted and thorough memory, though as much of its brilliance could astound some about the knowledge mustered concerning muggles, he was bound to be forgetful and to wander aimlessly in several times. “Something about the fog tells me we’re almost there” he said, though he was more like conversing with himself, rather than notifying Kabriel about the progress on the trip.
Letting alone the fact that they had transferred from different transportation vehicles, traveling humbly was the perfect description. Wealthy people would have begrudgingly gone through the odyssey they ventured into, but Kabriel was in well awareness of Iv’s financial situation, and that a nuclear family with a single working parent barely afforded the sufficient to subsist. From something close to a magical boat cordoning United Kingdom’s perimeter, the long stroll to the station and the multiple changing from lines to span a varied list of visited cities could figure amongst the incommodities of the journey. If it wasn’t because of his mother’s insistence in meeting the lovely girl, Ivanov wouldn’t have let her into it. It wasn’t until the very last station, somewhere in Hungary that they could switch into a flying car and have a less thronged and more private nook. She hadn’t said much about it. She hadn’t mentioned anything at all, since perhaps she was so nervous that she could barely contain it.
“Do you see it there?... That huge cabin on the flat mountain” he pointed with his finger right ahead, where the foggy atmosphere began to disperse a little and a considerably grand wooden structure was surmounted by the edge of a cliff, in the most towering like edifice that could ever envision in your wickedest dreams. “This is the place I call home” Iv’s voice trailed off a bit as his husky voice seemed to crack, perhaps flooded with nostalgia. He was back into his household, and he was keen to see his siblings, and of course, his weary mother.
“They don’t bite… I assure you” he muttered, almost like a whisper, whilst his eyes fixed on her with a casual grin. His adorable loved one should suffice to make an impression on his family, like she had done so on himself.
He didn’t see her reaction, though he was certain it was something close to a simper, Iv wrapped the lever with his right, tugging it out so the manky old car was visible again. Kilometres behind, the meagre civilization was left behind and there were no muggles in sight to be considered a menace anymore. “Bet you’ve never been this close to the tops before” he glanced at her and then back at the road, quite unsure of where he was going to. To be absolutely honest, Ivanov was not in the conditions of a gifted and thorough memory, though as much of its brilliance could astound some about the knowledge mustered concerning muggles, he was bound to be forgetful and to wander aimlessly in several times. “Something about the fog tells me we’re almost there” he said, though he was more like conversing with himself, rather than notifying Kabriel about the progress on the trip.
Letting alone the fact that they had transferred from different transportation vehicles, traveling humbly was the perfect description. Wealthy people would have begrudgingly gone through the odyssey they ventured into, but Kabriel was in well awareness of Iv’s financial situation, and that a nuclear family with a single working parent barely afforded the sufficient to subsist. From something close to a magical boat cordoning United Kingdom’s perimeter, the long stroll to the station and the multiple changing from lines to span a varied list of visited cities could figure amongst the incommodities of the journey. If it wasn’t because of his mother’s insistence in meeting the lovely girl, Ivanov wouldn’t have let her into it. It wasn’t until the very last station, somewhere in Hungary that they could switch into a flying car and have a less thronged and more private nook. She hadn’t said much about it. She hadn’t mentioned anything at all, since perhaps she was so nervous that she could barely contain it.
“Do you see it there?... That huge cabin on the flat mountain” he pointed with his finger right ahead, where the foggy atmosphere began to disperse a little and a considerably grand wooden structure was surmounted by the edge of a cliff, in the most towering like edifice that could ever envision in your wickedest dreams. “This is the place I call home” Iv’s voice trailed off a bit as his husky voice seemed to crack, perhaps flooded with nostalgia. He was back into his household, and he was keen to see his siblings, and of course, his weary mother.
