No Williams sisters, but very good looking (anya)

[Anya Vasiliev]

"They fear me just as much. I don't understand it. I only wish for them to succeed." Anya shook her head, pausing to dab her lips with a napkin as she took a mouthful of sandwich. "It's not as though I hit them, I just demand their attention and hard work." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders and smiling over at Yulia. Seemed as though they both had the same idea for their students - hard work and the occasional praise word when they did right.

There was no time for cuddling, this was true, though some of the students clearly struggled, despite their best efforts, and it was difficult for Anya not to feel sympathy for them. They wanted to succeed, but their abilities were letting them down. "Oh, I thought we could find an old Halloween outfit from somewhere. Maybe we could both be terrible witches." She laughed, nudging Yulia gently.

Anya was a heavyweight when drinking, but she never really liked the idea of drinking to get drunk. It was a sociable thing to do, but not so much you ended up staggering around yowling and shrieking. "I'll see who else wants to go with us." She concluded, giving Yulia a playful smile and then taking another sandwich for herself.

[Yulia Sokolov]

“That’s not unreasonable at all, I mean for goodness sake it is what they are here for. Sometimes I feel like they are holding themselves back, actually I am sure of it. Some of them seem so headstrong, and they seem to be headed in the wrong way.” She made a small gesture of exasperation. There was not much to say beyond that when it came to her students in Lia’s opinion. Overall they were not that troublesome, just frustrating sometimes, and if she was really being fair then she had to admit that she loved how independent they were.

“Well at least the brooms will not be hard to find.” Witches, that would be… oddly perfect. Lia was sure that some of those bag costumes were still on the shelves, she’d just have to find one that didn’t say sexy witch, or if that was all she could find she’d just have to gather up some leggings as well. “I could wear the hat year round,” she joked. “Though somehow I don’t feel like it will stand up to the snow very well.” Lia started to tuck into the second half of her sandwich and nodded when Anya said she’d see who else wanted to go for drinks on Halloween.

Honestly Lia felt like she might be a good designated driver for this event, if only she had a legal driver’s license. She always got a little nervous drinking in bars, as so far it had just led to trouble for her. Still if she just had one and turned down any given to her then she would be just fine. “Do you think it will be very crowded?”

[Anya Vasiliev]

"I agree! And it's so disheartening because..." Anya breathed, and pressed her fingers into her temples, before looking down to pick up another sandwich. "If they can't control themselves, how can we ever convince people we deserve the same rights?" She managed to control herself from squishing her sandwich in frustration. Instead, she took a fierce bite and chewed slowly. "It's just common sense."

Anya laughed at the idea of them both with brooms and hats. "I don't think I'll go with the green facepaint, mind." She chuckled, eyes warm. "It'd get everywhere." Playfully, she nudged Yulia, then took a deep happy sigh. "It's so nice to put the past to bed." She admitted, pulling her phone out from her bag and looking down the list for a girly night out. Maybe Clarisse could go with them? Though she seemed to be with Mr. Thornton a lot these days... hm. "We'll go out later together to find costumes?" She offered, smiling.

Anya didn't drive, she cycled or got taxis, so perhaps it was a good idea for Yulia to be the driver. Either way she didn't intent on getting herself completely drunk, it was so unladylike. "Hm, I don't know." She tapped her lap. "It wasn't that busy last time I went."