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Post by jessamyn on Feb 4, 2010 4:45:44 GMT -5
 ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's scars on the perfect.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
Jessamyn didn't want to be here. In Scotland. At Hogwarts. She missed her desert, her country and, most importantly, her tribe. This was not her home, nor could she feel happy here. She was lonely and friendless. Not to mention completely different then the girl she had once been. It was hard for her to understand what had gone wrong. Could it be the lost of her identity? Mana had been her name for as long as she could remember. Everyone called her Mana, her mother, her father, her friends, even the tribal elder. After all, wasn’t Jessamyn a European name? Not very practical when she was living in the middle of the American Southwest. But upon arriving to Hogwarts, she had known that the name Mana would have to be go. This was a different, alien world. It was the European world she barely ever came in contact with. A world where she was forced to be prim and proper. And so far, she wasn't doing so well adjusting to it. She had finally made a few friends, like Xander, Rose and Rylan. But losing touch with her friends from home was not a fair trade for those three. If you could call any of them her friends.
Moodily, she shoved off of her bed. This was not the day to be lying around. The sun was shining and it was a weekend. Everyone else was gone from the dorm and she figured moping wouldn’t make the day better. Her drastic movement caused the latest letter from her Grandmere to fall to the floor. Jessamyn barely spared it a glance. More instructions, more orders, more of not being her. What she really longed for was a walk in the open air with the warmth of the sun gently kissing her skin. But, it was so cold here. More so than she was used too. And she hated that too. Just another bullet on her already long list of hated British things. Gathering her cloak and scarf, she swept out of her room.
After a few minutes of being on the grounds, she was already longing for something hot and soothing. Regardless of rumors she had heard of the House Elves and the kitchen, she didn't know where to find it. And it was still several hours until dinner. Sighing, Jessamyn headed down to the Village. Why couldn't Hogwarts have food courts on the campus? The Academy did. There was yet another reason why the Academy was superior to this dreary old Castle. They had classes out under the sun. Oh, the sun. It was a false sun here. Promising warmth but only giving light. Or maybe it was just greedy. Either way, Jessamyn knew it was mocking her, even now. Shivering, she entered the first pub she saw. She made her way up to the bar, preparing herself for having to settle for hot tea. These Brits, they just didn't seem to understand the true joy of coffee. What she wouldn't give for a Starbucks. So, it was with a faint surprise that she could smell coffee. A smile broke out across her face, perhaps the first one in weeks.
After adding her sugar and creamer, she glanced around looking for an empty table, or a nice armchair. She wished she had brought a book or something to read. This place seemed to be lacking those articles. Shrugging her shoulders, she sat at one of low tables. There also seemed to be a lack of armchairs as well. Really this country was unbelievable. Next time, she would have to look around for somewhere more comfortable. For now this one would just have to do. Her eye wandered over the other patrons. There weren't that many. A few other students, several adults, the company wasn’t not that shocking. But her eyes snagged on one guy. Here, he would have been out of school, she was sure. He looked around eighteen. Back home that was fair game. Especially since most of the kids of that age were still attending the Academy. Feeling almost guilty for looking at another man when she wasn’t sure what was going on with Xander and her, she looked away quickly.
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's beauty in the flawed.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××Words: 715
Tagged: Charlie Masters
Outfit: click it
Muse: Beauty Through Broken Glass, Eyes Set to Kill.
Notes: hope this is okay.
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.
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Post by charlie on Feb 4, 2010 5:15:30 GMT -5
Ah another day in hogsmeade ..another moment to pass the time ..god i feel like crap .. i neeeeeeeeeeed coffee now ..black as the night and strong as a bull .. oh god wow i really am a moron ..hmm funny how i only realize that in the mornings.. never in the afternoon or evenings.. ah well .. hopefully today will be an awesome day , i got work later ..which i love so much. come on i get to watch beautiful girls shake it for me ..and the customers of course and see the hot chicks that come to watch the girls as well ..if only i could turn a girl straight .. that would be awesome Charlie's mental rant had him so out of it that he failed to see where he was going and walked straight into a girl."ouch .. oh sorry sweetie .. i didn't mean to ..its just ..I'm too tired and well in need of coffee .. " he smiled a bit sheepishly at her and checked her out and smiled a bit sadly.
She is exotic just like Isobel .. she kinda smells like her too but still she isn't Isobel ..Isobel is dead ,so is you're lovechild ..father murdered them ..remember .. how can i forget .. i cant even if i want too .. but seriously she is so beautiful this girl ..like Isobel was ..but no .. Charlie you're not even worthy of her attention..you belong in the trash ,like dad says ..ah god just shut up..i do not ..I'm a person with feelings and worth ..just like Harrison and Ryden say .. i need people just as much as anyone else and i do deserve love .. he must have looked pretty out of it as he stood and tried to silence his mind,who seemed to have a heated argument on what he needed and what he deserved.
"I'm really sorry ..miss .. I'm Charlie Evan .. masters " he muttered his last name with shame and hatred.he had always hated being Charles son and if he could have chosen a name it would have been his great great grandfathers name...Harker .. instead but no he had to be the child of Charles masters.
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Post by jessamyn on Feb 4, 2010 6:35:11 GMT -5
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's scars on the perfect.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
Summer. It was the only thing Jessamyn could think of. Not only was it warm, but summer was when she would get to go home. Granted it was only a short two weeks. Two weeks that would be her idea of heaven. Everyone would want to see her and know all about her new school. And of course she would smile and fight back a gag and tell them it was wonderful. She would have so many stories. Jessamyn smiled. Everyone would be jealous of her. She nearly laughed. What was there to be jealous of?
Bitterly, she pushed back out of the chair, intending on getting more sugar. Maybe that was why she was being so sour, her coffee wasn't sweet enough. Jessamyn stood and stepped away from her table. She took a few steps towards the bar and was nearly knocked from orbit. Slightly shocked, she barely managed not to fall. Her only thought revolving around the fact that she had left her cup at her table. Thankfully or her clothes would have probably been ruined. She couldn't do magic in Hogsmede. Swirling, she turned to look at her assailant as his words tumbled out.
"Yeah. It's fine. Forget it."
She eyed him, gingerly. Stupid Brits. At least he was cute. It was his saving grace, or else she would have been harsher. Jessamyn decided her day had slightly improved. But standing there waiting for him to say more or move, she started to wonder if he was all there. His eyes looked a bit glazed over and she was tempted to wave her hand in front of his face. However, just as she was about to turn away, he came to. Another sorry and a name dropped from his lips. The tone as he spoke his surname was nearly the same one she used when talking about Hogwarts. It caused her eyebrow to raise.
"I would say it's a pleasure, but I don't think getting run down is one." Sarcasm. Her favorite source of humor. She smiled at him. "Jessamyn Ayers. I was just going to get some sugar. Feel free to join me after you get your coffee, I'm alone and could use some company."
And there it was, a flicker of Mana. Who would have guessed that this oaf would trigger her out of the depression she had been living in. For the life of her, though, she couldn't remember what it was she knew about the name Masters. She could write home and ask. For now it was a mental shrug off. If she couldn't remember, it wasn't important.
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's beauty in the flawed.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××Words: 447
Tagged: Charlie Masters
Outfit: click it
Muse: Beauty Through Broken Glass, Eyes Set to Kill.
Notes: hope this is okay.
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.
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Post by charlie on Feb 5, 2010 2:43:27 GMT -5
It was close to his own tragic anniversary,the day his father took away the woman he loved and their unborn child.Charlie had so long now spent his time trying to avoid women that reminded him of her but this girl.Dear god she was so much alike his beloved Isobel and he could feel the aching in his heart as he looked at this beautiful girl.
Her words were bitter and kinda harsh as she told him it was fine and to forget it.He couldn't, he saw this beauty and had to know her."ah .. you're not british either? ..my moms american " he said softly and looked at her and shook his head softly.She seemed to be troubled by something ,but then again what did he know.he didn't know her but he would love to get to know her.
"ah i guess not ..but hey at least i didn't knock your coffee over "he said softly and smiled.He always seemed to get in a better mood when he was around people.She was rather sarcastic and well he loved it .. a girl with humor was hard to find." ah yeah sure ..and Jessamyn its a rare and interesting name ..well I'm just gonna get some coffee and ill be back" he smiled at the girl and headed to the counter and looked at the barrister , or as he loved to call her ..the coffee girl "ah the usual please .. and some of those teddies .. with hazelnut cream in them" he looked over at Jessamyn and sighed softly ..
It was crazy how much she reminded him of Isobel,but he knew that she wasn't Isobel.He bit on his bottom-lip and sighed as he looked around a bit more and then he got his coffee and chocolate teddies and walked back to Jessamyn and took a seat."ah .. you want one of them ?"
He sipped his black cup of coffee and enjoyed this warm beloved caffeine drink.."so you're a student at hogwarts? .. what year?"he asked softly and smiled.she seemed to thinking about something.
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Post by jessamyn on Feb 19, 2010 2:08:35 GMT -5
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's scars on the perfect.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
She eyed the young man as he walked away. He was perspective for his age. Even though he had rammed into her, Charlie had heard the trace of her homeland accent laced within her slowly molding new accent. Not to mention, he had a nice ass. Jessamyn could forgive that he had appeared to be lost in his own head for a while. After all she was always disappearing into her's. Maybe she could be as good for him as he was for her. A thread to the real world? She almost laughed out loud as she retook her seat. No one was as lost in their selves as she was.
Toying with the ends of her hair, she sipped her coffee. Charlie had glanced over towards her once, apparently feeling her eyes on him. And she had looked away. Rather quickly as if she had been doing something wrong. Of course that was absurd. She didn't belong to anyone but herself. And her family name. Stupid pureblood nonsense. But it didn't mean she could break free of it. With a sigh she waited for her newly met companion to join her. Otherwise her thoughts would be too heavy and she had promised herself it would be a good day. Not gloomy and depressed.
When he did seat across from her, she noticed his selection of treats. Black. He was drinking his coffee straight black. Jessamyn looked down at her soft chocolate brown drink and took a sip. She didn't understand how someone could do that, with no sweetness. Though it was possible that the candies he had with him allowed for a balance. She waved off his offer of one; her coffee was sweet enough. At least now that she had added the extra sugar. But a smile graced her face as he voiced the obvious question. One did not have to be a rocket scientist to know from the combination of her age and the day that she was a student. It had been expected though. A good icebreaker conversation for first meetings. She considered teasing him and saying no, she wasn't. Instead the truth rolled from her lips, slightly bitter as always.
"Yes, of course." She sighed. Promising herself that after answering she would change the topic. "I'm a fifth year. But I'll be seventeen in October. Before you ask, I'm in Ravenclaw and like it fairly decent. And yes, I do miss home. But, you. How long have you been out of school now, Charlie?" She teased him with his name. Flirting to try and ease the stiffness between them and the harsh start. And maybe because she thought he was cute as well. But one could never tell her Grandmere that. She widen her smile and hoped it would be reported to her namesake. After all, Charlie Master's name hadn't shown up on the list of approved friendships.
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××There's beauty in the flawed.
It just depends on how deep you look.×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××Words: 495
Tagged: Charlie
Outfit: click it
Muse: Breathe Me, Sia.
Notes: time is not my friend
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.
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