crazy kids

[LEONID SERGEI ROUSSEAU]

tag: @jacob  note: hope it's okay!  text made by arro@caution December 20th, 2020 Standing under the night sky, Leonid checked his watch again before he concluded that his precious best friend was late. In his head, the boy started to plan out what he was going to say and what he was going to do to Jacob Blenkinsop once that farm boy showed up from God knows where. It was not every day that he asked for the other boy's help. If it had not been for his little sister... Much as he wanted to, he could not buy Valeriya a dragon for Christmas. The pocket of a normal seventeen-year-old boy did not allow him to dream of such expensive gifts. Why wouldn't that girl be like sweet Maddie - their youngest sister - who was interested in a concert. A normal teenager may as well afford a ticket to a concert for his sister. Normal. Yes, A normal seventeen-year-old boy Leonid Rousseau, and not the second son of a tycoon, the product of many generations of "gentle breeding". Try as Veronica and Fourques Rousseau would, they could not stuff the family pride into their son's head, not after such a long time that they accidentally forgot his existence to focus everything on their beloved eldest son - their heir. He had to know who he was so he would be able to behave and live accordingly. The Rousseau were not to run wild and fly around on ridiculous boomsticks, they would suggest. Not to run wild, and not to hand around with those who ran wild, like the Blenkinsop. Their words, unfortuately, had fallen on deaf ears. Leonid could not remember when he became friends with Jacob. All he knew that the farm boy had been his best friend since forever. He was one of the few people who did not care much about what a Rousseau should and should not do. If Leonid fought him, he would not hesitate to fight back just because his attacker was from a fine family. He did not judge people by their family names. And Leonid trusted that bluntness than any empty words the world could tell him. Needless to say he was glad, a bit thankful, too, perhaps, that Jacob was always looking out for Valeriya. More than once he had noticed the way the farm boy looked at his sister. There was an inexplicable feeling lurking in those orbs which always tried to hide itself from Valeriya. It was Leonid's habit to foretell anything, but he knew Jacob would take care of Valeriya, would do anything to keep her safe. That was all what he asked for - his loved ones being safe. Tiny snowflakes started falling. Some landed on his hair and his shoulders. Leonid shivered slightly. Faint smoke appeared when he breathed out slowly. He cursed under his breath, that he would kill Jacob Blenkinsop if that boy let him wait for another minute. It would be a slow and painful death. Valeriya would get over it, or he would use Obliviate spell on her. If Jacob did not show up after one more minute...