i have the music in my heart

Lena had been walking - or more like, waddling - by the music section of the supply store for some time now. She was, needless to say, rather frustrated. Where was all the metal CDs she was looking for? Namely, all of the Asking Alexandria ones? All they had here was a bunch of the modern pop shit she tried to avoid. Well, at least she had found some slightly old Florence CDs. That was a sigh of relief. At least she could listen to something decent; this was, after all, better than nothing. Plus, she had all of the Nightwish and the other records to listen to. But none of them was as good as the one she tried to find.

However, the blonde was not going to give up after just one try, so she decided to look for the band again, She scanned the music section again when she found the 'A' label again. She leafed through the numerous CDs and squealed when she found the right CDs from the right band. And it was. Yes, the cover was memorable now from the times she had went on the internet at Patricia's house, and sometimes in one of the wi-fi spots in Amsterdam. "Mita paska?" she whispered, mostly in joyous shock, checking to see if it had the right tracklist and the right songs, and it did. Her lips curled up in a smile of satisfaction, and she had the temptation of singing the lyrics loud and clear for the entire country to hear, but she highly doubted that it was a very nice thing to do, because the lyrics were so direct and profane. Not to mention they implied things the general public shouldn't hear.

As she decided to walk to the cashier to pay for her goods - which for once did not involve any plans with a bottle of vodka (but they might do anyway), she bumped into someone. She heard the familiar tones jabber in quick Russian, and even quicker English. She took a second to settle down and glanced quickly at the face before she decided to make her reply. "No worries, Anya," Lena laughed, slight German cadences lacing her voice. "I'm sure Lena would forgive you." She then pursed her lips and pretended to ask herself, "Do you forgive Anya, Insane Lena?" She then nodded and replied, "Why yes, sane Lena, I do."

Lena rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks," she muttered in a mock begrudging tone. She then chuckled along with Anya, because she couldn't help it and after all, it was actually rather funny when she thought of it.

Looking at her collection, she then replied with, "The usual metal, noisy, the sort of music that will break all noise records ones. You know what sorta music I like." She laughed and stared at Anya's. "What sort do you have, love?"

Lena received Anya's hug without hesitation and pursed her lips. "Just the usual sobbing and wailing and stuff like that," she laughed, trying to shrug it off.

"Oh, wizarding world, eh?" she asked, laughing, "what about the Muggle world?" She pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, I'm not Muggle in any way, so I can't be the coolest in the Muggle world. So, can't I be the coolest person in the universe?" she mock begged, her mouth pouting.

"You should!" Lena gleefully responded, "this band might break your ears one day, but they are bea-u-tiful, in my opinion." She sighed, staring down at her CD. She knew that what Anya thought beautiful and what she would think was different, but it wouldn't hurt to give her friend a taste, would it?

Staring carefully at the CD, Lena nodded. Well, did seem kind of interesting from the outside, come to think of it. The 'x' was a bold statement, which something Lena liked very much. She then nodded again. "A CD player would do, yes," she agreed.

The blonde Uchitel sighed and ran a finger through her blonde locks. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to cope with everything?" she sighed, "with setting up dates for Charles and trying to avoid any questions about him - no, not Charles, the other one - and trying to talk to him when you know you can't?" She put her head in her hands. "If only I knew what to do."

Lena laughed, "Yeah. They're called CD players." She then looked over to a place a few steps away where everyone seemed to be tuned into their CDs. "Well," she said, pointing in that direction, "over there, I suppose?"

Lena could only roll her eyes when Anya had compared her to Yefram. "Yeah. And I was lovesick?" she scoffed, crossing her arms, "and don't act as if you didn't know I know, Anya. I've met him over the summer when I was in Azorat. He's a nice guy, I suppose. He's good for you."

Lena shook her head. "How about both?" she asked, tilting her head to one side out of habit. "I mean, I'm sure you can live with one ear but not zero." She then shrugged her shoulders and followed her friend to the CD player, and she turned it on with a push of a button. "Right," she began, "who wants to go first?" It was as if it was a life or death decision, but considering that this was probably Anya's first time poking around with a CD player, it was actually rather important.

Lena received Anya's hug again and crossed her fingers in response to her advice as if to say she wished so too. She could only hope that Anya had said things that was actually of use and would actually come into play someday, for once.

Laughing, the blonde Uchitel then replied, "It's called pranking him bad, honey." She smirked mischeviously at the sound of it. "After all, the greatest thing in the world is love, isn't it?"

Lena shrugged her shoulders. "If he wants to ignore me, that's his decision," she muttered indifferently, though without a slight tinge of disdain in her tone. "I haven't talk to him since ever, and I missed his birthday. Not like I care." Much, she added mentally.

Lena rolled her eyes and chuckled just for a while. Just long enough for Anya to take it all in. "Don't you remember I'm Lena Vorstenbach, Private Investigator Extraordinaire?" she asked, her lips tugging into a smug little smirk. "I took Haze's Student List, and I narrowed it down. Oh - and don't tell her I took it, 'cause that'll make her more pissed with me than she already is."

Pursing her lips, Lena thought for a while. "Well, I hope you'll let me take your notes for you in class if you can't hear," she spoke, a kinder, softer smile making her eyes - which were still as midnight as they were in the summer - twinkle for just a split second.

Lena watched Anya look at the CD player curiously, and memories of her childhood came back to her. She remembered how, as a depressed five-year-old that had been recently deprived of her little sister, she had finally found the original version of the lullaby on one of her brother's MP3s and she did not stop listening to it for hours because Vanka's voice came to her so easily when that song was on, and at one point it was extremely comforting for her just to hear it. She sighed, smiling at the memory.

Just as the Uchitel was trying to answer Anya's question, her friend began asking more and more questions. She tried to open her mouth again and again, but she found herself cut off as Anya asked more question. She didn't blame her friend, though; the Hrabrost had grown up with a Pureblood family who truly detested Muggles, while Lena grew up in a class full of them. "It turned on because of this switch," Lena replied, pointing to one on the wall, "and that is caused by an electrical charge or another. I don't know how it charges except it takes quite a long time to do so, and electrons have something to do with it." Well, Lena had never paid much attention in Muggle science, and even if she had this was all advanced stuff she wouldn't know. "Yes, you need a cable to charge a CD player. I know Benjamin Franklin invented electricity, but I don't know who invented the CD player or the switch." Ironically, Vanka would be of much use in this situation than she was.

Lena shook her head. "No. Haven't pulled any as of yet, but I'll get my minions to pull some off for me," she tittered, uttering the last few words with a wink. "And plus, I'm not sure if this should be called a prank. It should be called a hurtful joke. And he deserves it anyway, for what he did to us."

A tear left Lena's eye. She nodded, finally admitting it to herself. For four whole months she tried to assure herself that she was better than crying in the corner, when really, that was all she was doing. "H-He's here, Anya," she whispered, "I saw him... I saw him just last night..." She didn't want to say anymore. "Charles will come, but he'll come next year, so we don't have to worry."

Lena shook her head and rolled her eyes at Anya's rant until she heard Anya release a small laugh, and she began to laugh too, a little lightly. "Dear, dear Anyaschka," Lena said as she chuckled, "of course I have to do my research. How else am I going to find out if I approve of him or not?" Her laughter stopped when Anya asked her about Haze. "Oh... Haze and I. We argued, that's all," she began, trying not to give any hint of her anger. "We had a fight about... well, we had a fight about Rhys. That is all." She stopped there, because she didn't want Anya to start interrogating her, even though that might happen anyway.

Lena's lips turned into a mischievous smirk, "Anything for my best friend." And she had meant those words. Anya was the only best friend she had that didn't want her dead in any way now.

Nodding, Lena decided to further explain who Benjamin Franklin was. "Well, he should be. He's one of the Founding Fathers of the United States," she elaborated, putting the CD into the player for Anya and she gently passed the headphones over to her friend. "No worries," smiled the blonde, "I like explaining stuff to people. As someone once said, 'If a scientist can't explain what he's doing to an eight-year-old, he is a charlitan.'"

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde Uchitel looked skeptically at her friend. "You don't know them?" she asked, "there's Kieran, and all of his friends... well, I'm not going to give them away, because they'll get into big trouble if I tell you who they are." She smirked, effectively hiding any sign of her trying to hide anything, or so she hoped.

"Oh..." Lena began, "I don't know... maybe something simple like, breaking his heart?" She winked at her friend. "Cruel, I know, but he deserves it."

The Uchitel practically leaped into Anya's arms and let her friend hold her. "You're such a good friend, you know?" she whispered into her friend's ear. She then nodded vigorously at the thought of going to the kitchens for food. "Are the kitchens as good as the one in Durmstrang, though?"

Lena smiled kindly. "That will be good, if he and I aren't friends. But we are." She crossed her arms for a second, until a thought came into her head and poked the CD player. "Come on, Anya! Let's listen to the songs, shall we?"

"You don't have to worry, Anya. I do approve of him. He is rater clueless at times it's an actual crime, but other than that, yes, I do approve of him," she concluded, her lips pulling into a kind smile.

Lena shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember," she muttered quietly as she stared at the floor, and she looked up and chuckled at Anya's words. "Well, think of Muggles as people who live without magic, Floo Powder, and a lotta other things." Growing up around Muggles, Lena had never felt the need of learning about them, since she knew quite a lot about them anyway. Still, Lena sometimes wondered in the hours of the night what would happen if she was a Muggle who went to a Muggle school and did Muggle things.

"Sorry, I can't hear you!" Lena announced in a panicking tone, but she chuckled quickly afterwards to show that she didn't really mean it. She then whispered to her friend, "Just be patient! I'll turn them on for you soon, I promise. Let's just finish talking, first."

Smirking, Lena agreed with her friend by nodding in assent. "Whoever said I wasn't going to be careful?" she asked, rolling her eyes, "I mean, I'm not the one going on a date with him, now am I?" She laughed emptily, just to show her resentment against the boy who indirectly ruined her sanity.

Lena chuckled, "Well... no, you're not. You're my best friend because: a) you can handle my sanity; b) I love you; and c) I love you." She then raised an eyebrow. "Uhuh. And you got this from personal experience?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Alex says they're alright, but Durmstrang still has better food, and don't ask how he knows this, 'cause I don't know either.

"The beginning?" Lena echoed, her eyes darkening slightly, "dammit, Anya. Don't you remember that I fell in love with him at first sight and we practically dated from day one? So for us, there is no beginning." She shook her head. "Maybe that's why we failed," she sighed, mostly talking to herself, "we went too fast. And waaay too fast by the look of it."

Reluctantly, Lena entered the CD into the CD player, and she quickly pressed the button so it was going to the track she had wanted to play. When she had finally reached it, she sat back and turned the volume of the speakers down a little bit so the impact won't be as hard as it usually is.

the song lena plays

Lena only laughed. "I approve under one and only one condition: that he doesn't break your heart," she mused, "if he does, I will smash him to smithereens, like it or not." She pressed a finger to her lips when Anya asked her what they talked about. "Nothing of your interest," she chuckled, and she left it at that.

Lena opened her mouth, "Honey, that's a plane. And if you fly in one of them it takes absolute ages to get from one place to another." She shuddered at the thought of the time she flew in a plane from Finland to her hometown in Germany; it seemed like an eternity. "Cars are alright, but they pollute the world; they run on a black liquid called oil and they release all sorts of gases into the air. That just sucks."

Laughing, the Uchitel shook her head at Anya's statement. "Well, for one, I didn't pay anyone to break his heart. I know for a fact that half these girls are insane and they can't talk straight or whatever," she began, "and two, I would never go on the date with him; you, Lora, Kait, Dyl, Fro, and countless other people would kill me if I did. And three, the Sorting did consider putting me into Hitrost but I turned it down." She smiled afterwards to show it was a good thing.

The Uchitel pouted. "I said I love you like, twice!" the Uchitel pouted, though it wasn't a real pout. "And I know you're awesome, hun. That goes without saying.

"Well, you know what they say!" Lena proclaimed ecstatically, "always listen to the Vorstenbach. They're never wrong - or are they?" She laughed lightly at her statement, though it was halfway true.

Distracted, Lena raised an eyebrow. "Lora wants to marry after Durmstrang?" she whispered, trying to keep prying ears away from their conversation. "She and Dylan are perfect, I know, but y'know I don't want them to crumble just because she got married."

The Uchitel only smiled when she could hear Anya talk. Thankfully, she had lowered the speakers just enough so Anya can hear the full impact of the song yet still be able to hear afterwards. "Now, do you want to listen to this?" Lena asked, gesturing to Anya's CD.

Lena smirked. "Didn't Yefrem tell you anything?" she asked in an exaggerated questioning tone. She lilted her head towards one side, biting her lip because she didn't want to tell Anya it was her idea to get Yefrem to meet Anya over the summer, because it might make Yefrem look less... perfect for Anya.

"Way, waaaay slower," Lena replied, firmly nodding. "It takes literal hours... like, you know, more than sixty minutes." She chuckled. "You're not the sort of person who can ride the broomstick the entire way from Finland to Germany, but neither am I; you know I hate broomsticks."

Almost enthusiastically, Lena shook her head no. "Of course they know!" she replied, almost yelling, "but like with most things, they choose not to give a damn. Or they do, but they don't really do much about it." She crossed her arms at the thought, disdain apparent on her face.

The Uchitel raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly; she had never heard Anya sound so murderous. "Remember to do it with gloves, Anya!" she mock reminded, wagging her finger.

Lena smiled sympathetically; she knew Anya didn't like to talk about her family much. Neither did she, so she didn't particularly feel offended. "Well... Dad was a Hitrost, Mum was an Uchitel," she whispered, counting them with her fingers, "Alex was a Slytherin, Heidi was a Slushatel, Vanka... well, she never had the chance to be sorted, but I bet my buttons if she was, she'd be a Hrabrost." She sighed and she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, nostalgia filling her lungs.

"Or forty-four," Lena laughed. She then gasped - though it was a bogus one, of course - at Anya's words. "You wouldn't dare!" she half-shrieked, her tone aghast. She then grinned, "And that is why I'm glad I'm awesome."

The Uchitel did a small curtsy before looking up at her friend and nodding. "Indeed we are," she chuckled.

Lena pursed her lips. "I'm never going to get married, I don't think," she sighed, scanning the nearby records for CDs she liked. At last, she found Rammstein, a CD she didn't have, and chose to take it along with her as well. "I want to me Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After I become Prefect, then Head Girl," Lena elaborated, a sigh leaving her lips, "I agree, Anya. There is so much to accomplish, isn't there? Sometimes, though, some people don't get married at all." The Uchitel chuckled. "Alora Veer? Yeah. It sounds nice, doesn't it?" She began to fiddle with her necklace, the one she had been planning to throw away.

"I don't know," Lena sighed, pursing her lips. She then gave Anya the Rammstein CD she had gotten. "Perhaps... this?" she asked, her tone obviously hesitant.

Lena sighed, fiddling with her fingers. She hated holding these things back from Anya, so she really had no choice but to tell her best friend about it. She then leaned into Anya's ear and whispered kindly, "Well, we talk about you, mostly. And I told him to send you an owl." She then susurrated very slowly, "Don't. You. Dare. Tell. Him."

For a moment, the Uchitel considered asking Anya if she'd like to go to Vegas with her and Haze over the summer, but she immediately rejected the idea, the main reason being that Haze disliked Anya for some strange reason. "I don't know how Quidditch players do it either. Hey, let's ask someone who plays Quidditch!" she acclaimed.

"I thought Muggles had dollars and renminbis and ringgits and euros," Lena frowned, though she knew what Anya meant, "anyway, I know that. It sucks that all the good people and the not corrupt people seem to be dirt poor." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I have more than enough money from my share of the Vorstenbach fortune Father gave to Alex - which seems to be practically all of it - to finance an environmental campaign."

The Uchitel nodded. "Yeah, Slytherin is like Hitrost - but softer," she replied quietly. She then smiled at her friend. "I know she would," she replied, and she looked up at the ceiling. "I know she's doing a great job up there too, kicking Leon's ass."

Lena chuckled. "Queen of Uchitel; Queen of Durmstrang is too much work!" she complained, and in turn she curtsied towards Anya. "All hail Anastasia Marie Telsa - Queen of Hrabrost!" she laughed, "hey - I just realized both our middle names are Marie! Cool, huh?" She grinned.

"But Anya," she whispered, her eyes pleading at her friend, "what if I found that one person and I lost him?" She sighed, fiddling with her necklace. "I mean... let's face it, Anya. I love him. I loved him ever since I saw him in that stupid section of the library." She clutched the pendant. "I just had to grow up enough to not be scared of what I felt."

Lena almost objected, because she knew that it took a long time to be Minister of Magic. "You mean you're going to wait until you're fifty?" she asked, and stuck out her tongue to show she was joking. "Nah, but... what if..." She paused. She didn't want to think about the 'what ifs' now; they were real joy killers.

After wiping her hand across her sweaty forehead, the Uchitel laughed. "It's not much fun, Anya, being a bridesmaid. Trust me." She shook her head, but couldn't help bursting into laughter. "Oh Merlin. Don't throw a bitch fit, please."

Lena smirked. "Of course we will, Anyaschka, but we can't let that destroy our friendship." She sighed. "Remember Natalya Balanchine and Alexia Gagarina in second year? We don't want that to happen to us."

Staring at her necklace, Lena sighed. "I got it when I was twelve," she began, thinking of that summer. It was the first summer that she had met Patricia. The day she had gotten that necklace, it was a warm day. Not too hot, not too cold. She and her sister-in-law had been walking in town for the first time alone, and they had picked it out together. And that was precisely what she had told Anya. "That was how we became close," she concluded, "over a stupid necklace bearing the first two letters of my name on it." She failed to add that they also stood for initials.

"That stupid name happens to mean 'ramming stone,'" Lena began, "or at least it does in German." She glanced at the cover of the CD. "Herzeleid," she whispered, clutching the CD and firmly hugging it. It meant 'heartache' in English. How appropriate that was.

Lena raised an eyebrow when Anya had expressed to her how worried she was, and she was trying her best to suppress her laughter. "Honestly, Anya," she exclaimed. She eventually succumbed to the temptation to burst into a howl of laughter and immediately did so. "I'm your best friend!" she announced, trying to regain her breath with every laugh so she could talk straight, "I'm supposed to make you happy, and be there for you when you need me. Why would I take your happiness away by luring Yefrem away from you?"

The Uchitel pursed her lips, sighing. "Well... Rhys plays Quidditch, doesn't he?" she whispered, her voice almost as quiet as mouse, and she shook her head to shrug that comment off. "I know for sure Alex plays Quidditch... Patricia plays but she's absolute crap at it... Heidi used to play but who can depend on her to do anything nowadays?" she added, counting them off in her head, "maybe Yefrem plays Quidditch? Yeah. Why don't you owl him about that?" She asked, her irises growing bigger by the second.

In an attempt to, Lena explained the basics of Muggle to Magic currency to her best friend. "I know that one Galleon is like, five pounds," she began, "and one pound is like, one point two Euros... and, um, a dollar is like, a Euro and a half, and um... oh, I give up." She crossed her arms together, sighing heavily. "Muggle currency is confusing even for Muggles, though, so don't worry," she added in an empathetic tone, smiling sadly at the Hrabrost as she patted her shoulder with one hand.

"I suppose so," Lena replied in response to Anya's question. She blinked as Anya spoke, and only stared in shock at Anya's new wand. "What on earth are your parents trying to do to you?" she asked. "Kill you? Make you die of starvation? I mean... at least Father and Mother has the sense to keep me alive." She sighed, "They have a reason, though." She blinked, and a mirage of Vanka appeared right next to Anya for a brief moment - the apparition of the young girl winking at her, which made Lena try not to laugh - before disappearing again the moment Lena blinked a second time. "You can loan off me as much as you want until we get out of school and not have to pay anything back. I mean it."

Lena shrugged her shoulders, but she couldn't help but let a smirk be displayed across her face. "I do not think Slytherins would stand a chance against the Hitrosts," she agreed, "except for maybe, Alex. And Alex is a softie." She pursed her lips. "I think... Xavia Wolf is transferred? Haze's student list says so. And a Katie Riley person? I've never heard of them being in any fights... Merlin, I hope they're not softies." She shuddered. "Anyways, we better win. I mean, we Durmies are way sexier!" She jutted her hips out to one side, put her hand on it, and the other hand resting on her chin.

The blonde couldn't resist shaking her head fiercely at Anya's suggestion of someone else being the ruler of Durmstrang. "On second thought... yeah, I shall be queen!" she proclaimed, "once Nia and those bitches are out, I will rule Durmstrang with an iron fist! Mwahaha!" She then coughed for a brief second. "Excuse me..." She then raised an eyebrow skeptically at her friend. "Haven't you heard of such a thing as joint queens, Anyaschka?" she asked, shaking her head. "And plus... I doubt she'll be very offended; we're all friends here, aren't we?" she laughed, mostly at Anya's facial expression.

"I'm fine, Marie," Lena mock replied, she then turned to one side as if she was talking to another person, "are you doing fine, Marie? I bet you are. I'm fine because I've been hanging out with my best friend Marie today. Do you know Marie is amazing? That's why Marie and I hang out together. It was fun, wasn't it?" She burst into more peals of laughter, holding her chest where her lungs happened to be.

Feeling herself being pulled into a hug, Lena had no objection in letting her friend do so. She clung onto her, and whispered, "I know, Anya, I know. Which is why I'm letting him do all the moves he wants to. I don't care; I'm going to watch and see what he does - if he does anything, of course. Of course, there might be some people who happen to want to see us together... but what would they do?" She shook her head.

Lena's face fell into an expression that screamed not happy, upset, even. She stared at the floor, trying to avoid Anya's gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled. She got the courage to look up at her. "It's nothing, Anya," she smiled, sadly, "really." Merlin hoped Anya believed her; Lena was a real joykiller at times what with her often wide range of thought.

The Uchitel's eyes widened when Anya mentioned the word 'girly'. She had to stop herself from gasping for air because the sheer thought of it was ridiculously preposterous for her. "Girly time?" she echoed, her tone showing obvious disbelief, "now you're just making me want to bail out more out Lora's wedding in twenty years, Anya. Way to go on that part." She then smirked. "I know it's mean of me to say this, but I really, really wanna see you have a bitch fit. I bet you're going to have so, so much fun!" She chuckled quietly.

Lena shook her head. "No, it isn't," she agreed, though she had made that pact ages ago. she sighed, continuing to fiddle with the necklace. "And to think I thought about throwing this away. Unbelievable, huh?" To be frank, she was going to throw it away soon enough, but she wasn't going to tell Anya that.

"It's my lullaby from when I was around two years old," Lena explained, her tone dreamy with lost memories, "that's why I love it so much." A tear rolled down her cheek, and she began to hum the first notes of the song before sighing, "I wish I had a guitar with me." She then wondered if Anya knew that she knew how to play the guitar. Even though they were best friends since they were eleven, they still didn't know everything about each other.

(ooc: you did no crime. you gave me muse, so you are forgiven.)

Lena blinked at her best friend as she spoke. She needed to laugh again at her because the notions were so ludicrous. Eventually, though, she did chuckle, but after a seemingly short second she stopped and crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side and raising her eyebrow in disbelief. Her expression was firm, almost as if she was scolding a child, but a glint in her eyes show that she was merely joking. "Anya," she lectured, "it is your choice whether you want to tell Yefrem about your childish stories or not and embarrass yourself. I am not going to ruin that choice for you." She then relaxed her pose a little bit. "And besides, if Yefrem really likes you, he's going to find those childish experiences amusing, not stupid. Trust me; I've been through this, but I'm sure you know that.

"I would agree with you, but do you even know if Hogwarts has a Quidditch team anymore? Or even if there is, do we know anyone in it?" she asked continuously, only out of habit; being a child in a more than hostile environment as a child which meant she often knew nothing about her parents' activities, that made her naturally curious. "Sorry." Lena's eyebrows raised as her lips tugged into a smirk. "Oh, come on!" she whined, "wouldn't that be - " Her eyes then moved to the CD Anya happened to be holding, and she began to jump on the spot like a mad thing. "Oh Merlin, Anya!" she grinned, gasping at the CD. "Can I have another copy too, please?

"Oh Merlin, yes!" the Uchitel agreed, nodding enthusiastically, "why on earth haven't they thought of that?" She then realized she was speaking a little to loud when she found a few faces around the corner staring at her loudness before some of them pressed their fingers to their lips, an obvious gesture to the blonde that meant 'be quiet'. She rolled her eyes, ignoring their stares before turning back to Anya. "Well, I'd agree, but Muggles don't know what Muggles are, don't they?" she questioned.

Lena, for once, had nothing to say to that, and those were rare occasions, her being speechless. She rubbed Anya's shoulder for a couple of seconds before gently massaging it in an attempt to soothe her. "Well, I wish I could say I knew what your parents are up to something and I know exactly what they're planning and I know how to stop them, but because I'm not exactly the most optimistic, snarky, or spying sort of person, I'm not," she replied, "I also wish I can say you can ignore it, but you can't. These are your parents we're talking about. I can say, however, it's good they've stopped the torture, and Merlin hope that they will keep that up." Even though Lena's own parents hated her, she couldn't imagine any of them torturing her or her siblings.

"No," Lena gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "T-They can't... they can't do that to you. You deserve all right there is in the world to do whatever you want with your romantic feelings; they can't force that on you." She then swallowed, as if it was the most difficult thing the human body was designed to do. "And I shouldn't be saying that, out of all people," she sighed, fiddling with her thumbs, "no one knows, but over the summer... I wrote a letter to my mother saying that she can marry me off to a suitor as long I got my choice in who it was. Then I realized... I still loved him. And by breaking his heart, I'm breaking mine as well." She blinked back tears. "Thank goodness I had the sense to not send the letter."

Lena sighed, resting her hand on her chin, and her elbow on her other arm. "The darkness of our school, it's scary sometimes," she agreed, "do you know how much teenage drama we have to cause before it evens out the darkness of the damn place?" She shakes her head. "I wonder what made our school so dark, anyway." She stifled a laugh. "And to think Uchitel's History Freak - who has probably read every history book in Durmstrang's library - doesn't know the answer to that question."

The Uchitel stared blankly at Anya's laughter, her eyebrow arched in an attempt to comprehend exactly how she had behaved to make the Hrabrost chuckle. After staring at Anya for what seemed like an eternity, she too couldn't help but end up in a huge collapse of laughter. "Oh-oh my God!" she panted, trying to keep her breath straight so she could create a coherent sentence, "d-dammit, Anyaschka! Don't you know how contagious laughter is? And how it can kill you?" She didn't mean the last statement though; she knew laughter can't really kill anyone.

"Yeah... I'd turn the kingdom into three sections named: Vorstenbach, Vartiainen aaand - well, I can't think of a third one," Lena continued. In actual fact, she had thought of a third one, but she definitely didn't want to tell Anya its name. "And... okay, what would you do with your kingdom? I know mine will be bloody amazing, and if I hate you, get the hell outta there." She winked, and nodded seriously at Anya's statement. "Of course we're all friends. What are we? The Death Eaters?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She broke into a huge fit of laughter after that.

"No way!" Lena gasped, "my Marie? She's in Hrabrost. She has long brown hair and she is kinda tall..." The Uchitel tried to compare hers and Anya's heights, but failed o do so particularly because of the shoes they were wearing. "Even though she's usually in the library reading books, I haven't seen her there this year. Maybe she's gone to Hogwarts too! Perhaps you'll see her in the gardens, or maybe the library if you're lucky. What a crazy coincidence, eh?" She then pretended to stroke her invisible beard like an old man would.

"What the - " Lena began, backing away from her best friend fearfully. She was paranoid now, her eyebrow raised, her eyes furiously blinking as they tried to forget Anya's last words. "How do the professors know about us?" she gasped, "don't they have lives to get to?" She then added quickly, "Well... Professor Bellamy once caught Rhys kissing my forehead in class..." She then blinked again. "Why do the professors care, anyway?" She buried her head in her hands, fake crying into her sleeves.

"Anya, it's not that I don't want to tell you... but I don't want to tell you, so I do don't want to tell you," she sighed, hugging herself at an attempt of self-reassurance. She kept staring at the floor, her foot shuffling. "It's just that... I should be being so pessimistic about everything that someone puts forward to me. I was thinking that... I don't know... I prefer not to think about it right now so you don't get mad." She leaped up into Anya's arms, clutching her tight as if it was the last time she would ever see her in her life. She then laughed too, but she put less effort in than Anya did, which made it come out sounding like a strange noise someone makes when they're dying than a laugh.

"I still don't like the idea of a girly time," Lena sighed, rolling her eyes as she tried not to laugh at Anya's whines. "You know my idea of girly time is us hunched over a Muggle telly watching romantic comedies like... eh... what's that movie again? Right. Enchanted. Not to go with Lora to go be bridesmaids at someone's wedding." She then raised both her eyebrows and made a motion that meant, 'come here.' "I'd love to see her try," she smirked, a mischievous look in her eye.

The blonde chuckled. "I know - a two-year-old running around listening to Rammstein in the mile of the night - not good," she chuckled, "but back then, Father wasn't bad. He would tell us a bedtime story and kiss us goodnight and make us breakfasts on Sunday." She stifled a laugh, trying to hide her disdain. "That makes me think that the only person he ever loved in this family was Vanka, which is odd, because even though he married Mother out of betrothal they were in love by the time they got married." She twiddled with her thumbs.

Lena's eyes widened when she realized exactly what she had told Anya, but it was time it came out, anyway. "I do," she admitted, though she wasn't very enthusiastic about it, "I suck, though. Charles has more skills with his violin than I ever did with my guitar." She then pretended to play the guitar without it being there - she had forgotten about the phrase 'air guitar' at the time and needed to label it - and sighed. "Dammit. I wish I had one."

(ooc: hope this isn't too overbearing.)