{Boris Pavlikovsky Imagines}

Potter's sister

"Hey, Theo, have you seen my—" I began, swinging my body from one side of the doorway to the other.

"Cigarettes.." I continued slowly.

"Give me those!" I said, snatching the pack off of the table. I could tell they were mine because they had little doodles on the bottom of them.

He was sitting next to a boy on our couch, they both had their feet up and were looking at me.

The boy—who I had never seen before—had dark curly hair and faint freckles on his face. I was surprised they didn't stand out more, since I've never seen people with such pale skin as his not have their freckles stand out broadly on their face.

I could tell by the bags under his eyes he was a smoker, and not a recent one, either. Not like I would have to assume, though, he was holding one to his lips, which curved into a crooked smirk has I looked at them.

"You smoking them too?" I asked, gesturing towards him.

He stuck his bottom lip out and shrugged before pressing the cigarette back to his lips, just touching it ever so slightly, nothing more.

"Do you see another pack?" He asked me.

"It was rhetorical, asshole," I muttered, closing the box. It was interned to look very neat, but with my fumbling fingertips, it was far from that.

"Who is that?" He whispered to Theo.

His whispering voice was rough and raspy, quite contrary to the typical smooth, soft whisper that most people have.

"My sister," Theo sighed, watching me as I picked up an ashtray from the ground.

"Potter's sister?" The boy said, his mouth twisting into a sick looking grin as he turned his head to face me.

He went to continue but I cut him off.

"Why was this on the ground? It stays on the table."

"What it matter? It's ugly anyway," Theo spat.

Without another thought I lifted the glass ashtray and smashed it against the table.

It shattered and chunks of glass landed shortly on the ground.

"Have fun cleaning that up," I said, using the best fake excited voice I could muster up.

"And you," I said pointing to the boy, "out," I snapped my fingers as I moved my finger from him to the door.

"Come on, don't cut the night off so short!" He argued.

"Go," I insisted.

"Please?" He asked as he stood up from the couch.

I instinctively backed up, but then he got down on the ground, gathering the bits of glass.

"I'll clean up, I promise.. but please, let me stay?"

I sighed and crossed my arms with a roll of my eyes.

"Fine," I huffed, "but you have to be out of her by midnight."

"How 'bout one?"

"Midnight."

"One."

"Fine, one."

I turned to head back upstairs when his voice stopped me.

"Stay, have fun," he suggested.

"Okay."

It was then that I really noticed his accent. Thick but sharp. The raspiness and slight whistle on certain words was quite comforting.

He sat back on the couch and out his feet up when they were before.

"So, potter.. how come I didn't know you had a sister?" He asked.

"It just never came up," he responded.

"What's your name?" He asked me, turning his attention back over to me instead of Theo.

"Y/n, you?"

"Boris, pleased to meet you," he grinned again and I couldn't stop myself from plastering on a smile.

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(Time skip)

"We'll, it's almost one, guess I better get going, huh?" Boris said, sitting up straighter.

"No," I protested, pushing him back down with one hand.

I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

He wasn't.. so bad.. I guess.

"But you said I had to be out by one," he teased, just wanted me to admit I liked his company.

"We'll I want you here now, stay the night."

"Alright sweetheart," he agreed, wrapping one of his arms around me.

"I feel like such a third wheel," Theo said, standing up and discarding his empty beer bottle.

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