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wendyslinkhxrd​:

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Perhaps Wendy did over pack when it came to going out in the field when she worked. Yet, she was never ashamed of it. It was always better to be properly prepared for anything that could happen than regret leaving something behind. Every kind of potion and powder that could possibly be needed were in her bag. If its leg truly was broken there were signs since the thestral’s normal anatomy could sometimes look like there were broken bones. The creatures were surely a sight and it was easy to think as such. Still, she started rummaging around for a potion that would help mend the bone if that were the case. The apple disappearing was a sight to see. She forgot herself for a moment and who she was with to laugh at the surely adorable sight. Someone surely was hungry! And hearing Antonin laugh only made the whole ordeal even more endearing. “I’d say he liked that a lo-” She started laughing only to be cut off when she let her eyes lock on to Antonin’s. Suddenly she cut off and grew quiet. She shouldn’t be laughing and smiling with Antonin Dolohov. Even if the thestral had made her laugh, she shouldn’t give in to whatever was happening right now. She had to remind herself that she hated him, no matter how human he seemed in the moment. No matter how endearing he had seemed. He wasn’t. Still, she looked down when some bottles of potions clanked against each other as if an invisible nose was shifting through them looking for another apple. “You’ll get another one if you are a good patient.” She spoke softly and reached out in search of its nuzzle. When she found the invisible creature she petted softly and smiled getting lost in the private world of the thestrals. Antonin’s voice brought her out and her head snapped up and she started collecting all the items to put back in her back. “Clodfoot. I can fix that.” She sorted through the glass vials until she found the poultice she needed. “I’ll need you to help me. I can apply it, but I need you to help me find the infected areas. Guide me to the area on each foot that’s affected and I’ll do the rest.” Her voice was serious once more and the smile was gone from her features. 

Antonin knew how strong and resilient equine beasts were. Thestrals more so than horses. More often than not if a horse was limping it’s shoe was usually broken, or there was something embedded in it’s foot rather than it having a broken bone, but you always had to check if that were the case or not. Antonin hoped it wasn’t broken and had almost sighed in relief when he’d seen the thick substance beneath it’s foot. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to set it’s bone by himself, Wendy wouldn’t be able to help with the amount of traction that would be needed to get that done. Always trying to stay in control, he watched as Wendy checked herself. Watched as the light of mirth left her eyes as if she were finally remembering who she was sharing a joke with, Antonin wanted to groan. Did she have to be so uptight all the time? She definitely was more likeable when she was smiling and laughing. Antonin nodded at her words, it sounded easy enough except that he would have to be her eyes, they would have to work together which shouldn’t have been so worrisome of a task. Antonin checked the hooves to find that there were 3 that were infected. He knelt by the first one and bent it’s leg up so that it’s upturned foot was resting in his lap. He hesitated a moment then held a hand out towards Wendy so that he’d be able to guide her down to the affected area. “It’s okay, I don’t have disease.”

[fytmfu]

Underrated Moments in The Man From U.N.C.L.E.: 2/?

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[vntonindolohov]

will-mvlciber​:

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Even if he never would admit it to himself, William’s desire to mess with Antonin Dolohov came from a place of wanting his acceptance.  It was seemingly never going to happen, though, so terrorizing him every chance that he got was William’s go to.  Thrilled when he realized that he was going to be working with Dolohov, even though he always would have preferred to work with Bellatrix, he couldn’t help but smirk at the terse directions snapped at him. “Whatever you say, boss.  Don’t tell me you’ve lost your touch?”  The goad wasn’t exactly called for, but really, when had Dolohov lost his sense of humour?  And really, how could he be expected not to have a little fun with someone who was under arrest?

Gesturing mockingly, William said, “After you.”

-

Antonin narrowed his eyes at Mulciber. He took a moment to debate with himself just how much trouble he would get in if he were to punch Will at some point today. It probably wouldn’t be worth it. “I swear Mulciber, if I have to fill out any extra paperwork because of your messy work...” he trailed. 

Without further warning, Antonin marched out of the office, taking long strides in the hope that he would avoid any further conversation with the other wizard. He didn’t check to see if he was following, but Antonin found that he didn’t care either way. He’d be able to make the arrest alone anyway, he didn’t need a shadow, albeit an annoying talking shadow.

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[adolohova]

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[vntonindolohov]

wendyslinkhxrd​:

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He didn’t rise to her challenge and part of Wendy was slightly impressed that he showed that amount of control. Of course it would have only angered her if he had because he would have gotten angry around the animals and she could have used that as an excuse for proof that he was a horrible person. Instead he stayed calm and turned his attention to the thestrals. He was almost serious in a manner how he handled the task at hand. Again, a part of Wendy was impressed. Maybe she shouldn’t try to rile him up today. She did have a job to do and the thestrals were more important than whatever was between them. She watched him interact with the baby, his hand was at a height that was about how tall the creature would have been. “It’s going to be a little difficult with you trying to be my eyes.” Wendy sighed, but for once her frustration was not directed at him. “Oh wait.” As he inspected the creature she started to rummage through the bag she had brought with her. It was charmed to be bigger on the inside and she squatted down pulling many books and scrolls, bags and bottles of potions and salves for treatments and even apples. Finally she found a small book about thestrals with illustrations and handed it to him. “Here, this can help.” One of the apples rolled a little. Then a little more. Until finally it floated in the air and disappeared. “I think someone stole my apple.” Wendy couldn’t help herself and laughed softly, forgetting who she was with. 

Antonin could only watch as she pulled books and little bits and pieces from within her bag. She had certainly come prepared. Antonin grew wary, did they actually expect him to fix this thestrals foot? He was much better at breaking bone than mending it. He took the book from her wordlessly, he wanted to point out that he didn’t think the book would help without actual experience when the young thestral suddenly lurched forward. Antonin watched as it took an apple Wendy had fetched from her bag and swallowed it almost whole. Despite himself, a low chuckle escaped Antonin’s lips. The whole scene was comedic really, the thestral was now watching Wendy expectantly. “Oh he liked that, I think he wants another one,” Antonin said, smiling as he turned his gaze back at the witch. He sobered almost immediately when their eyes met, he cleared his throat. “If you have more,” he muttered before he eagerly turned his attention back to the book in his hands. He flipped through it’s pages, his fingers working quicker than his brain. Why was it so shocking that Wendy could be so personable? Endearing even? No, thestrals, he reminded himself as his eyes finally began to take in the words. Habits, feeding, common ailments. There. He let his eyes scan the page, a finger running over the words as he read. He found a passage about limping in infants. If his leg was broken, he’d be laying down with no appetite to feed. Judging by the way the little guy wasn’t leaving Wendy alone it certainly wasn’t that. If it’s clodfoot there would be a white thick sediment gathered at the base of his hoof. While the thestral was busy with Wendy, Antonin bent and gingerly lifted one of its’ legs in the way he had with the horses back in Russia. He was kneeling with the hoof resting in his lap the book resting on the grass beside him, he peered around the thestrals wing so he could see Wendy better. “It looks like clodfoot,” he told her. He could only hope she’d know the treatment.

[vntonindolohov]

lucetalkalot​:

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Lucinda had taken a few blows tonight, and she could take one to her ego. Not only had they shared a house but she had played Quidditch for England. She’d brought the Falcons to victory in the league twice, and the cup once. And Antonin Dolohov didn’t know who she was. Did they not like Quidditch in whatever Eastern European country he’d called home? Small blessings, she supposed. Better to be off a death eaters radar, a complete nobody, than have their full attention. Just her luck that she’d ran into one at a muggle club. His sort were supposed to find everything Muggle beneath them.

“Don’t worry about it.” Luce rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Spar with me.” Seeing Antonin had sent a fresh rush of adrenaline through her veins. Fight or flight. Lucinda had always chosen fight, and she hadn’t been finished tonight anyway. She didn’t wait for an answer, turning to a muggle at the edge of the fight nearest them. “Us next.”

-

The fact that she didn’t speak her name only made the alarm bells in his head begin to ring louder and more incessantly. His drew his eyebrows together but nodded. He supposed that he didn’t need to know who she was in order to spar with her. She also certainly seemed as though she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. The muggle looked between the two of them and then nodded.

He allowed the final breaths of the fight before them for him to try and connect the puzzle of the woman before him. She was magical, he knew that much. He felt that he knew her especially beyond Hogwarts. She didn’t work for the ministry, he felt that he would know if she did. “We haven’t slept together ever have we?” he asked by way of breaking the silence between them.

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[vntonindolohov]

adolohova​:

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At least he smiled at her, Anushka noted, and worked to suppress her disappointment as he continued to simply stand there and look at her. Maybe that wasn’t fair. The last time they had seen each other in person, he had been fifteen and she just eleven. Maybe he needed time to look at her and marvel that she hadn’t grown a single inch taller since then while he had shot up like a tree. 

Vlad was finally leaving, and would be gone by the time they reached the flat. Anushka didn’t typically mind her father’s guards, they were loyal and hardworking, but they also tended to be very serious and humorless and three days alone with him had been akin to detention at Durmstrang. 

“On the train,” Anushka was determined to speak English when he did, it was good practice anyway, “I had to check that he breathed.” 

She followed as he led the way out, trying to take it all in without falling behind. Finally, a bit afraid of losing him in the crowd, Anushka snatched his free hand and for a moment, paused to look up and meet his eye. Almost a silent dare to reject her upon her arrival, and then gave a little toss of her head to answer. “It was very pretty, but very quiet.” 

-

She wasn’t especially tall, but she certainly wasn’t eleven anymore either. Antonin laughed at her joke, his eyes falling back upon the dogs who were leading the way. “Thank you,” he began slowly, “for bringing Boris,” he said, nodding at the dog who had nearly doubled in size since he’d last seen him. 

Antonin started in surprise when something connected with his hand. He glanced down to find Anushka’s hand in his. His eyes widened slightly but he allowed his fingers to curl around hers. The gesture felt oddly familiar, it almost felt as though he were leading her to the ice rink in Moscow, or to get an ice cream in the red square. For a moment, they were children again and Antonin couldn’t help the awful wave of nostalgia and of all the memories they hadn’t been able to make from his leaving. He fixed his eyes straight ahead. He wasn’t going to allow himself to think of that kind of thing. He slowed his footing slightly, she must have been struggling to keep up with him.

“So, do you maybe want to see a bit of London before we go home? Are you hungry?” he asked.

[vntonindolohov]

nblcck​:

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Ah yes, those parties. Narcissa showed her face at nearly all of them,  but she hadn’t learned to tolerate the rowdiness until her later years. She drank to take the edge of her annoyance, but she never allowed herself to get overly carried away in such a big crowd. It’d be foolish.

“Oh! Thank you.” Narcissa offers a more genuine smile, falling into step beside Antonin. He’s a bit taller than her, but she keeps pace well enough. “So what’s your drink of choice?” She usually goes for a wine herself, but she can be talked into near anything at least once.

-

Antonin let his feet take him down the well travelled pilgrimage from his place of work to the closest pub. They’d be ministry workers to their ears there, but it was well stocked and the keep knew him well. He glanced down at the youngest Black as they walked, she was so different to Bellatrix in so many ways and it always seemed to give him pause.

“I love a good vodka, it’s true,” he said with a slow nod, “But I wont say no to a good beer, or whiskey for that matter.” It almost felt foolish to ask Narcissa the question, but he did so anyway, “Let me guess, you’re something extremely sophisticated?”

[vntonindolohov]

Status: Closed for @will-mvlciber​ Location: The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, The Ministry of Magic.

Bellatrix was nowhere to be found in the office and Antonin didn’t blame her. He wanted to strangle her however. She’d obviously redelegated herself conveniently off of the case in his hands and put Antonin on instead. He looked from his name to the name beside his then glanced up into the face of William Mulciber. He didn’t care that the little shit was an auror, that it was technically his case, he certainly wasn’t going to roll over and play along.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we? Just bloody keep your mouth shut. We go in, make the arrest, come out clean, okay?” 

[adolohova]

closed for @vntonindolohov​

location: king’s cross station - london

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It had been a long, dull train ride. Nearly 3 days on a train with two dogs and one silent chauffeur who wouldn’t even indulge in any of the games she’d come up with while they sat in the car. Anushka had ended up occupying herself with reading two of the books she’d brought, walking Boris and Feliks up and down the train aisle to help get some of all three of their energy out, and chatting to Vlad, the chauffeur until he sighed and got up to go smoke away from her. 

Seeing London in the distance had been such a relief that she had forgotten all the nerves knotting up in her stomach at the idea of being in a strange new city with really only her brother for company and the two had only begun speaking again regularly when he’d been given the news that she was being sent over to begin relations for their father’s sake. 

The train pulled to a stop with a shriek and she worked to calm the boys down as Vlad got up to scout out the area for any potential danger on the platform, but more importantly, to find her brother where he’d promised to meet them so she would be exchanged safely, like a piece of luggage. She rolled her eyes, scratching behind Boris’ ears and telling him what a good strong boy he was. She hadn’t told Antonin that she was bringing his dog as well as Feliks, though she thought it might be a good surprise to soften him towards her and make their reconnecting easier. When Vlad returned, she gathered up the leads and let him take care of her bags, bursting out of the train car and through the aisle onto the bustling platform, her eyes searching the crowd for her brother. 

She saw him first, which was unusual. He’d grown a scruffy thing on his face since she’d seen him last, and was tall and fit and dressed in fine clothing. At least he had not decided to dress pitifully when picking her up, even if he might have dreaded her arrival. Her own skirts were ruffled from sitting and smattered with long white hairs but that could be easily fixed in an instant. What she cared about was that he looked at her and didn’t look disappointed at the way she’d changed. 

“I’m here,” She said, a little breathless, unable to help but smile up at him. Anushka thought she had been more prepared to see him, to speak to him, but she found herself at a loss, didn’t even know if she should hug him, “Thank you for coming to get us,”

[vntonindolohov]

Antonin went for an extra long run that morning. He wound his way through the sleepy streets of London, enjoying the bite of the cool air upon his skin. He tried to sort through his emotions. He hadn’t expected to feel...excited? At the concept of his baby sister’s arrival. The truth was over the last couple of years he hadn’t allowed himself to think of her too much. It had hurt too much in the beginning, although he would never admit as much to anyone, least of all her. He’d written home much more in those early days, then had found that if he blocked out home it made staying in England easier. He would begrudgingly accept British culture and all it’s vices.

After his run, Antonin had returned home for a shower. He’d taken the day off and had some things to get into order, like prepare his sister’s room. For that had been one of his parent’s strict conditions in allowing Anushka to come to England, she’d have to share his apartment. His apartment was certainly large enough for two people to live with relative privacy, but two Dolohov's? Antonin wasn’t so sure. Outfitting the room had been much more difficult than he had thought it would be. He’d come to realise that Anushka wasn’t that child he’d left all those years ago. He hadn’t the faintest idea of her tastes and style. He’d settled for just the basics, she could outfit the rest as she liked when she came. Merlin, he hoped this wouldn’t end in a disaster. 

Several hours later and Antonin was at the train station waiting. Her train pulled to a stop and he began to search the crowd of people flooding out of the train and onto the platform. His eyes finally fell upon her and despite himself he offered her a small smile. “You’ve grown and you’re welcome,” He said, hating the predictability of his words but it was honestly the only thing that had come to mind. However, before their silence could start to settle into awkwardness there was a yelp and an all too familiar wet nose was barreling towards him, paws pressing his chest.

“Boris!” Antonin yelped, unable to stop his smile growing into a grin as his hands instantly went to ruffle the dog behind the ears, “I’ve missed you too, boy!” He glanced back at Anushka and cleared his voice, he ought to say something. He should hug her. But before he could say or do anything, her chaperone stepped forward, “I’ll be taking the bags to the address, boss. I’ll leave Miss Dolohov in your care.” Antonin nodded and waited for the man to leave before he turned back to Anushka, “Merlin, I forgot how robotic those guys can be,” he said, resorting back to English. He gave Feliks a quick pat on the head as he turned, “How was the trip?” he asked slowly, as he lead the way out of the station.

[vntonindolohov]

wendyslinkhxrd​:

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Death had not been a stranger to Wendy’s life, but she had not seen death firsthand. That was why she required another to accompany her. Usually the thestrals were left to someone in the department who could see them. However, she was there now and in the new hostile environment of the ministry, it was easier to send the halfblood on the unwanted job, even if she could not see them. Wendy observed him to see how he would react. It was not terribly surprising to see him stiffen so. Of course she expected him to take offense to her not agreeing with the “rightful” order of nature so many of his fellow Death Eaters believed in. But what did surprise her was that he did not react more than simply stiffening at her bitter words. Perhaps she had been testing him, pushing him to react in anger like was so familiar with them to change the almost civilness that now settled between them. As he spotted the young for her, Wendy dropped her hand from the adult and slowly picked through the invisible crowd to him. She didn’t know where the creatures were and didn’t want to run into them. “Do you see any obvious ailments?” Wendy inquired and realized with a frustrating pang that he probably wasn’t familiar with their normal anatomy. She had never seen one with her own eyes, but Wendy was familiar with the detailed drawings and charts of them. 

-

Very few knew that Antonin had first witnessed death long before his death eater days. He had been able to see the winged horses that pulled the carriages at Hogwarts. It was hard to avoid death growing up as the son of the Pakhan, after all. Antonin found it very hard to believe that there had been no one else in Wendy’s department who could see the thestrals, perhaps someone had taken ill or someone was just having a good laugh. Antonin figured that this could all go one of two ways. Either they could settle into the way that they always did, yelling and screaming at each other or they could get by under the pretense of civility. They were working after all. He ran his eyes over the young thestral, letting it sniff his fingers before he ran his fingers along it’s spine. It had been a while since they’d studied thestrals at school, he tried to remember what the signs of illness could be. It looked fit enough, he stepped back and it stepped towards him. No, it had limped. Antonin’s brows shot together as he crouched by it’s fore legs. “I think he’s injured his front leg,” Antonin said towards Wendy, “he’s limping.”

[lili-mj]

[lucetalkalot]

status: closed location: undisclosed  @vntonindolohov​​

Lucinda wiped the sweat off her brow, chest heaving. Her side hurt and she could taste blood in her mouth. It felt good. Five minutes where all she’d had to think about was where her body was and where she wanted it to be. The room, big and industrial, was fairly crowded. There was more than one pair sparring at a time, while others waited for their turn by observing the matches or sitting on the sidelines. This was only her second time here. She’d come on the recommendation of a muggle friend from the first boxing club she’d tried - a strictly above board place not far from her flat. He’d thought that this place would be more her speed and he hadn’t been wrong. 

Her father had brought her to a boxing club back home when she was six. She’d gotten into more than one or two scraps in the schoolyard or down at the park and he had felt - well, Luce could never be sure what he had felt, but she supposed he’d wanted to give her an outlet for that great, physical anger she seemed to carry everywhere she went. It didn’t stop the fights, really. If anything, it just gave her some tips. She’d been a nightmare for the coach there too. Unsportsmanlike, he’d called her. Lucinda had never been good at following the rules or fighting a good, clean fight. He’d been relieved when she’d gone away to Hogwarts and brought her anger there. 

Quidditch had given her what she needed for a while, but that was gone now. The Order had filled the gap, but it hadn’t lasted. So here she was, full circle. Lucinda grimaced. She had come here to not think. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned back to the crowd, ready to find her next fight and surprised to find herself a few feet away from a familiar face. “Dolohov?”

[vntonindolohov]

Antonin hadn’t been to the club ever since he’d run into Wendy Slinkhard here. But he hadn’t been able to stay away for long. It felt good to be back amongst the sweat and grit. The explosive thud of flesh meeting flesh singing to his hears. Most people needed stillness to relax, quiet and calm. But when you couldn’t grasp that concept this was how you let it all out; the anger, the energy, face to face with complete strangers.

Antonin wound his way through the crowd. He was yet to fight tonight, sometimes he liked to watch the others sparring with one another. Most of the time nobody cared who anyone else was. Most of the time you could stay anonymous here. Of course that was most of the time when his worlds didn’t collide.

He froze when he heard his name, his eyes snapping up. Not Wendy (thank Merlin), but still, a familiar face. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, so he resorted to trying to place her face instead. Was it Hogwarts? A Slytherin, he thought. She had been years younger than he. His brows furrowed. 

“And you are?” He asked, feigning complete ignorance instead.

[vntonindolohov]

bellatrixblackx​:

She gave the man a wicked smile as she heard Antonin join them. Even if she didn’t require backup, there was always something more fun about sharing the game with someone who enjoyed it as much as she did, and the night had been oh so boring until this. 

Keeping one hand pressed against the man’s shoulder, Bellatrix took his chin in her other, letting her long nails dig into his skin, turning his face to look her in the eye, ignoring when his gaze went behind her to Antonin. If he thought he’d seek help from another man he was in for a disappointment. Antonin might stop her from killing him, but if he had truly been determined to prevent this he never would have put her down in the first place. 

“He’s right,” She purred, “Stay, and we can chat.” Bellatrix released his chin, ignoring when he jerked his head away from her, hitting it back into the wall. Her hand grabbed one of his, jerking it up so he could look at it as she tilted her head at him. “You like touching women, hm?” So did she, that didn’t mean she went around grabbing whatever she could. “That’s all well and good if the lady is interested, but if not, well, it disturbs them, you see?” 

“I didn’t-” He began but Bellatrix pressed her nails into his wrist, interrupting, “Shh,” She murmured, cutting him off. Slowly, she turned back to Antonin, “Hold him still.”

He let Bellatrix have her fun as he took on a bored expression. He wouldn’t step in unless she indicated that she needed help, it was an unspoken rule amongst them. Antonin cocked his head to the side. The guy was scum, worse than scum and frankly Antonin didn’t want him anywhere near that ballroom or his sister inside it.

Antonin didn’t need to be told twice, the man actually thought that he’d be able to lie to them? His hand darted out, his fingers wrapping neatly around the man’s neck. He applied enough pressure to keep him in place but oxygen would still reach his brain. He needed to be awake for this. 

“Just don’t get any blood on my robes,” he said to Bellatrix, “they’re custom.” At the man’s worried look at the mention of blood, his eyes grew wide. “I know, look what you’ve done. You’ll get the dry cleaning bill if she does so don’t bloody move.”

[vntonindolohov]

wendyslinkhxrd​:

mikhavulchanov​:

…

It was interesting, really.  Antonin was frequently agitated.  It was practically his natural state, after all.  He wouldn’t pretend to know Wendy nearly as well.  He had never seen her like this, although most of the time they spent together was spent alone.  When she spoke in Russian he gave her a look – it wasn’t amused, really; nor was he particularly irritated, but he didn’t know that he liked her escalating a conflict he was trying to resolve.  

“I’m trying to help,” he told her simply, no irritation in his voice.  “that is not helping.”  He let her keep ahold of his arm as he knew how uncomfortable she felt about this entire evening, but he didn’t move away from Antonin either.  “You’re making me feel like a toy that a pair of young children are fighting over,” he laughed under his breath.

He shrugged at Antonin’s incredulous tone, figuring a distraction was as good a de-escalation strategy as any.  “Her big knife will be perfect for crushing the seedpods I need for the poison I’m working on.  The one I brought from home is far too narrow.  She said she’d help me find one like hers.”

@wendyslinkhxrd​

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How could they know each other? Mikha had said that they were friends since childhood. Still it didn’t make sense! They were utter opposites of each other in every sense! Even childhood friends grew apart given how different they could be growing up. Wendy shook her head, more agitated than Mikha had ever seen her yet this was her natural state with Antonin. “How are you friends with him?” Wendy blurted out, hating that Antonin kept popping up in her life. It was bad enough he had tried to figure out who Mikha was to her while dancing, but now he was friends with one of the sweetest guys she knew. He was friends with someone she slept with quite regularly. It was too much for Wendy.

The two reactions to Wendy speaking Russian gave her such whiplash in her own reactions. Antonin’s made her flare in annoyance, fighting the childish reaction to stick her tongue out at him. Mikha made her blush in shame and mutter an apology to him. He was right. Mikha was trying to calm them both and she had knowingly provoked Antonin by pretending she understood him. He was asking her something about speaking Russian, she knew how to say she didn’t speak Russian. But even though she agreed with Mikha, she didn’t want to let Antonin know she hadn’t understood. So instead she acted as if she understood him. “I don’t want to talk in Russian, I want to talk in English.” She muttered to Antonin, her chin jutting out, but she tried to keep calm for Mikha’s sake.

Though she knew Antonin was friends with Bellatrix Black, she was shocked to hear Mikha speak of her so friendly! Her jaw dropped and Wendy felt the ground shake more under her. Bellatrix Black was as bad as Antonin! Worse since the eldest Black was scarier and utterly frightening to Wendy. “You can’t! She’s dangerous!” Wendy gasped, thinking of all the known blood on the woman’s hands and how dangerous she could be. Wendy was concerned for Mikha, not wanting him to go knife shopping with Bellatrix Black of all things.

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Wendy’s growing irritation helped sober Antonin slightly. Yes, that’s right, he thought, Mikhail was his before he was ever hers. Still, at her question, which he was sure was aimed at Mikha and not him, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Merlin, Is it so surprising that I have friends?” Antonin asked her with a scowl. Wendy wouldn’t be this fired up with Mikhail if they were simple acquaintances. Antonin narrowed his eyes at the touch between them, all the signs coming together but they were only coming to a conclusion which he did not like. 

At Wendy’s reply, Antonin only grinned knowingly. He had the idea that she’d had no idea what he’d said. “Right,” he said slowly and in English, only because he didn’t want to upset Mikhail any further. The way he saw it, Mikhail was an innocent party here who really knew no better. It was in his nature to be friendly to everyone and Merlin, he’d forgotten, his oaf of a friend was always going on about Wilbert Slinkhard and his bloody ‘brilliant’ books.

Of course she was also opposed to Bellatrix, there was no surprise there. If Antonin were honest, he didn’t know how he felt about Mikhail and Bellatrix getting ‘friendly’. Antonin raised a brow of his own and angled it at Mikhail. “You do realise that she’s not using her knives for potion making, right? And please don’t tell me you’ve told her that you actually brew poisons,” he said to his friend. Bellatrix would never leave him alone if she knew just how gifted Mikhail was with a cauldron.