Post by russianbear on Jul 9, 2012 23:12:09 GMT
"Zhat is right is it?" Roman said standing up at his full six feet and one inch, he was a tall boy, skinny but not lanky, his arms and body corded with wiry muscle. He was dressed for school, a pair of trousers that had been paid for by the school, a jumper paid for by the school. A cloak paid for by the school. "Because... Because I am Rus, I am communist," he said staring at the boy on the Ravenclaw table. "I am Red Spy? Is zhat what you're saying," he rolled his r's slightly the sound of his voice caused the hall to fall to silence, it was the end of breakfast, the teachers had gone to prepare lessons. A few of the students gazed between the two boys. Roman was a Gryffindor, his hair slicked into it's pompadour his cold, blue eyes fixed on the Ravenclaw and the Ravenclaw boy gulped slightly.
"Come, say it again. Now zhat everyone is silent." he said staring at the boy meeting the sixth year's slightly watery green eyes with his own icy, blue Russian stare. He wasn't about to sit down, not now. He hated being called a Communist, it was one of those things that annoyed him immensely, it was a stereotype and one that certainly wasn't true. Most of the common people in Russia hated the communist dictatorship. It was people like this scumbag Ravenclaw that made Roman wish he'd never left the cold streets of Ryazan and stayed to fight with his parents.
"I'm vwaiting." he said and took a step forward the Ravenclaw boy bit his lip a little anxiously, someone on the Ravenclaw table shouted something that sounded like, "kick his 'ead in Smith." someone else joined on in support of this boy that quivered a little under Roman's cold glare. Then someone from the Gryffindor table stood upto support the Russian. "Do 'im in Roman." someone else threw some other words that only made Roman more determined to beat some intelligence and open-mindedness into the Ravenclaw who was bolstered with a little courage from the people on his table goading him on.
Roman would've done what he was about to even had he been alone, but he doubted the Ravenclaw boy would've even said anything had he been alone. Roman knew the type, these were the people who said things to ingratiate themselves with friends, who thought it was cool and fun to pick on people they thought they could get away with. If this Ravenclaw had, had any sense he would've known that picking on someone like Roman Ivanov was a mistake very few pupils made after he beat one of the rather intimdiating Slytherin Seventh years into the ground on his second day.
Roman did not mess around when it came to fighting, he wasn't someone who ever thought there was such a thing as unfair punch or strike or that kicking someone in the crotch was against some sort of unspoken rule. Where Roman came from there was never any rules, only surviving, only making it through the day, only finding food at the last second, sometimes even going hungry. Roman stared at the Ravenclaw coldly. The boy licked his lips. Someone shouted something.
Roman took a step forward grabbed the Ravenclaw boy by his cloak's lapels and headbutted him. This was the kind of headbutt that was so hard that even some of the Slytherin student's winced a little at the impact. Roman had smashed the full weight of his forehead into the boy's nose and broken it completely. Without magic help the boy would look like a squashed tomato fro the rest of this life. The boy seemed to have been jarred but struck back throwing punches and frantic kicks at the Russian to try and get him off.
Roman pulled his hand back and started punching mechanically and very hard. The boy's nose already completely shattered wasn't being helped by the fist rifling in and out of his face.
Roman didn't even see people begin to stand to watch them fighting.