a nightmare, you wouldn't believe

[jessamyn]

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Jessamyn slowly walked up to the Owlery. No, it wasn't quite a familiar path for her. Just some where she visited perhaps twice, daily. So, not a familiar path at all. She snorted, knowing it was unlady-like and not caring. For now, she was alone and it would stay that way for a bit. She didn't want company on the walk and no one had really ask to keep her's. She had maybe two friends that she counted in all of her new cold deary school. The letter in her hand today was not one of the ones she had to send morning and night to her Grandmama. Nope, this one was headed for America. The American Southwest, the Desert. Her home, oh how she missed it. This place, it hurt her. Cut her to the core almost daily. She longed to just burn it to the ground. So many games were played and she was being forced to be a player. All she wanted was her life back, it had been perfect. Now she was stuck here. She wasn't ten anymore. She didn't want to be at Hogwarts. Jessamyn wished to be back at the Academy just as hard as she had once wished to be at Hogwarts. Scottish blood be damned. She had been raised to be the next Shaman. And now, she couldn't have that. Stupid mother. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed open the door.

Her letter was addressed to her best friend back at the Academy. Jessamyn had sent letters almost weekly to Marrissa, yet only received a few back. Granted, it was a big year for them, at both schools. But, Jessamyn and Marrissa had been so close. She just didn't understand why her best friend in the entire world, wasn't writing her back so much. And she had promised Jessamyn she would. Just another thing to make Jessamyn bitter. She motioned for her Lilth, her Goshawk. The only reason, she guessed, that she was allowed to keep Lilth was that it was a magical community, and she had lost so much already. Tying the letter to her bird's foot, she stroked her feathers.

[ninjababe1440]

The cold was fierce and Rose crossed her arms in front of her, holding her jacket closed tight. Damn, it's freezing! She ran up toward the owlery, hoping there would be no one else there so she could be alone. Her letter to Jordan, her best friend back home in France, was stuffed in the inside pocket of her jacket. The snow was in her shoes, not making it very easy for her to walk. Slipping slightly on some ice, Rose fell, at least landing on her butt instead of her face. Ow... she thought, rubbing the side of her thigh as she tried to stand back up. Slipping again, she just let her body fall back and she laid out in the snow. Rose didn't really care at the moment whether or not she froze to death... After all this stuff with Bella, it was ridiculous.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on something other than her shivering, wet body. She wasn't sure how long she had been laying there, before deciding to get up. Somehow, she dragged herself up the stairs to enter the owlery and whistled for Elmo. Elmo was a strange bird, didn't socialize, never liked to leave Rose's shoulder. She named him Elmo because of his red feathers and a character on her 3-year-old American cousins favorite television show. Quickly, she took out some string from her pocket and tied the letter for Jordan to Elmo's leg. "Apportez cette maison en Jordan." She whispered in French to him. In English, she said "Bring this home to Jordan." Turning, Rose realized she wasn't the only one there. There was a young girl also there. Smiling politely as she caught the girl's eye, she said "Bonjour." Surely this girl, even if she didn't speak french, knew what this meant.

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Lost in her own thoughts, shifting through the memories, Jessamyn perched, much like the birds around her, on the stone wall. They were charmed for the birds' safety, and could do her no harm. Only her skirt, though with magic it would come clean. She preened Lilth's feathers, drifting back to the first day she had gotten her. Both Marrissa and Jessamyn had gotten Goshawks, sisters birds at that. Thirteen that year, it had been the one that cemented their relationship. But, apparently, it hadn't been that strong. Here she was three years later in a foreign country, lonely. Marrissa had moved on so easily, Keith as well. Why was Jessamyn clinging so strongly to what could not be her's? Sighing, she turned to the window. Looking at Lilth, she smiled and opened her mouth to give her beloved bird directions. The entrance of someone else caused her to shudder as the cold breezed in. The other person whistled for their bird, and Jessamyn turned towards them. It was a girl, with an odd reddish bird. She looked back at Lilth and shrugged slightly, the girl wasn't known to her. Quietly, so not to disturb the other girl, Jessamyn whispered to Lilth who the letter was for and then allowed her to leave. Watching her leave, Jessamyn was awed. Lilth was such a beautiful creature. The other girl's voice jarred Jessamyn from her bird and she turned. Who spoke French at Hogwarts? Still, she was a pureblood heiress. And her own Grandmama was French. But the girl was an unknown, and it would be prudent to be polite.

"Bonsoir. Je ne crois pas que nous connaissons? Mon nom est Jessamyn Ayers."

She smiled, languages were fun for her. A hobby, you could say. And of course, French was used just as much as English and Gaelic at home. More so now that she lived with her Grandparents. Maybe the girl spoke Spanish as well, that was a language that Jessamyn needed more practice with. And for the first time that day, Jessamyn felt happy and hopeful.

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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.
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Words: 354
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: Labyrinth, Oomph!
Note: ohhh yeah and this is Lilth
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.[/center]

[ninjababe1440]

Rose was taken aback when the young girl before her replied in French. And she thought no on else here spoke it! Overjoyed at finding some one she could talk to, without slurring her words, she replied quickly. "Gentil de vous rencontrer, Jessamyn. Pas, je ne crois pas que nous nous sommes réunis. Je suis Rose Knight." How nice it felt to speak in her native tongue again! She felt happy, for the first time in a little while. Maybe today she would make a new friend. She made her way over to Jessamyn, and took a seat beside her. She hoped Jessamyn wouldn't mind her doing this. Rose took a good look at her face. She didn't look very French, but she could be wrong. "Êtes-vous la France aussi bien?" There was a small noise behind her, and Rose turned to look. It was only Elmo. He had just flown off.

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Of all places to be conversing in a foreign language, the Owlery was not one that was on Jessamyn's list. She wanted to laugh out loud at the fact that it was happening. The Library, yeah, that was possible, the Great Hall, perhaps, the Common Room, most likely. But the Owlery, in the cold, not at all. But in this other girl, she sensed a comrade. Rose Knight, as the girl had introduced herself, spoke flawless French. No accent at all. And from her last sentence, Jessamyn assumed that she was French. Well, Jessamyn was American and stuck like Rose at a British school. And both seemed to have sent letters off to sorely missed friends. She smiled, not minding in the least that Rose had moved to sit beside her. But she shook her head.

"Je suis désolé. Mais non, je ne suis pas. Américaine, en fait. Ma Grandmama est le français, cependant. C'est comme ça que j'ai obtenu mon nom, Jessamyn. Et nous parler qu'à la maison, avec l'anglais et en Gaelic. Je dois lui écrire en français. Mais grand-père préfère moi d'écrire et de parler en Gaelic. C'est vraiment drôle de les voir prendre la parole, car alors ils doivent utiliser l'anglais."

Here was the chance to make a new friend. Someone that would understand her pain at being here. Jessamyn found herself less withdrawn and cold. In fact, that was the most she had spoke at once in a while. Even though she knew that Rose was an unknown, perhaps even a muggle-born. She couldn't help but want to chat. It was nice to have someone. She felt so alone here. Jessamyn decided that it didn't matter if Rose was a muggle-born. And it wouldn't be polite to ask. So, she put it out of her mind. After logically deciding that it wasn't likely for a French muggle-born to be at Hogwarts. Therefore, Rose must be, at the very least, a half-blood. Her smile brighten. Oh this day was getting better.

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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.
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Words: 342
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: Lucifer, Blutengel
Note: I actually know very little French. ha.
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.[/center]

[ninjababe1440]

When Rose sat down next to Jessamyn, she didn't flinch, or inch away. She stayed her ground. This surprised Rose, but pleased her. She felt like she had made a companion, a friend. It was about time. She smiled as Jessamyn explained where she was from and how she knew french. "She's American? I didn't think any Americans came to this school. I figured there was a school for magic in America... I guess not." she thought. She smiled even wider now at Jessamyn, seeing now that she was not the only person here from someplace other than England. "C'est très intéressant. Je n'ai pas su que tous les Américains sont allés à cette école. Vous dites que votre grand-mère est français? Est-ce que je peux demander de de quelle région de la France est elle?" Rose spoke, feeling so good knowing that she had probably made a friend, and one that speaks french! She felt so good, when she hadn't when she had first come. What a strange place to find companionship...

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Rose seemed at first like a breath of fresh air. A nice cool current that allowed for Jessamyn to enjoy being Mana again and not the stiff heiress. This girl would not judge her for not understanding certain aspects of Hogwarts or not really knowing who was who. But Jessamyn had not thought about a natural curiosity. She had not considered the effect her words would have on the other girl. Perhaps it was the difference in the training she had received from her Clan or maybe half-remembered lessons from her Grandmama; but Jessamyn had never questioned why the girl was here in Hogwarts. She felt her mask almost slip back on. Struggling, she just let her smile fade but left her face open. She couldn't help that her tone had changed.

"Et, grand-mère est de l'Lorraine. Je suis désolé, forgive me? " She paused, running a hand through her hair. "There's only three of us that I know of. Xander, Jake and I."

While it was easy for her to speak and think in French, Jessamyn had decided not to. It was a beautiful language, and was not meant to be cool and brisk. That was what English was for. And it fit perfectly. She didn't want to think about being one of the few americans here. It wasn't a pleasant dream, even though it had been several months. She pushed off the wall and turned towards the window. If only she could find a sense of beauty in this land. But it held nothing remotely like that for her.

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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.
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Words: 269
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: nada, nobody.
Note:
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.[/center]

[ninjababe1440]

Rose sighed and looked out the window. What a sight it was from up there. The water was bright and shining, owls flying in the distance, and green stretching as far as the eye can see. She took it all in just a few seconds, but the joy she felt didn't last as long as she would've liked. The light caught Rose's eyes and she stopped thinking for just a moment and let the sunlight envelop her. Turning her glance back to Jessamyn and listening to what she had to say, her smile returned as she nodded. "Okay. I'm not originally from France, by the way. I was born in London." Rose changed the subject out of curiosity. "How did you adjust to this place?" Considering she still was, she would take any advice she could get. Adjusting to a new place such as this was difficult and nerve-racking. Rose didn't like being so vulnerable in a big place, but she couldn't help it.

[jessamyn]

There once lived a Fairy-Tale Princess
And this is her story

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Jessamyn wished that someone could offer her the type of comfort that she had given the other girl. But it seemed to be always out of her reach. No one could truly comfort her, not if they didn't understand why she needed to be. A small chuckle slipped out as Rose revealed that she wasn't from France. Oh the irony. She was longing for something she wasn't. And Jessamyn was longing to be back to what she really was. Stupid girl, she could never have that back. But when Rose asked how she had adapted, Jessamyn's chuckle became a full out belly laugh. She, Jessamyn, adapted. No, she was not even close. She barely had friends and she hated the place, the food, the castle, the snow. Everyday she woke up hoping it had be a most horrible nightmare. And everyday, she found herself still living it. She dreamed of the day she would be able to return. Even if she didn't have a place in her Tribe anymore, the Clan would take her back. They were her family. Well, if she wasn't married off by then and producing pureblood children like her grandparents wanted. Gahd, what a terrible life women had. She calmed herself and looked Rose straight in the eye. She wanted the older girl to be certain of what she was saying.

"I haven't. This isn't home and the people here aren't used to me nor am I used to them. No matter how much I try, they don't want outsiders. So, give up and find the other French students. There's a few I heard, or hope you can find those few childhood friends you had."

The cold steel bite was back in her tone. It was becoming quite her trademark. Suddenly, she wondered why the other girl had come. Why leave home and everything behind for a new school full of uptight Brits? Jessamyn was American through and through. She missed her tv and hamburgers, her football and quodpot, her customs and friends. It didn't matter that she was half-scottish and had spent summers here. No, she was fully American and was finding it extremely hard to change. So, in her mind, it was incomprehensible why Rose would come to Hogwarts. Always the Ravenclaw, even as an American, Jessamyn had to know, to understand.

"Why did you come to Hogwarts?"

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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.

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Words: 407
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: Requiem for a Dream, Clint Mansell.
Note: =P
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.[/center]

[ninjababe1440]

Rose was sort of taken aback when Jessamyn had said that she never got used to Hogwarts. Rose could tell that Jessamyn must hate this place with a passion, and wondered why. What is so horrible about it? Sure, Rose didn't have that many friends and was still so confused, but she wasn't miserable. Then she asked why Rose had come. She chuckled to herself, and wondered if she should tell Jessamyn the truth. Well, what was the harm in it? It's not like it's a big secret anymore. Most people knew. "I came here because my mother died. She was the only family I had left in France. I knew my sister, Bella Swan, went here, so after my mother's funeral, I left. I came here in the hopes of finding my twin sister the way I left her a while back. Of course, she had changed a lot. She had no idea who I was and just recently found out that we were related. It's pretty strange..." Rose laughed quietly and looked at Jessamyn. Why is she here? If she hates it so much, why is she still here? "So, why are you here?" She spoke her thoughts. It didn't make much sense, unless maybe she had parents forcing her to stay here. If Rose wanted to leave, she could do whatever she wanted, both her parents were dead.

[jessamyn]

There once lived a Fairy-Tale Princess
And this is her story

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Jessamyn smiled, her icy chill fading. This girl was here because of a death as well. A kinship due to more than just being outsiders could be formed. But somehow, Jessamyn felt that Rose was not as harden and flawed as she had become. Regardless, here could be a friend. A real one, that would understand the pain and longing. Even if the other girl had that sister it could work. Jessamyn knew she would be a jealous demanding friend. Sharing might be an issue. Unless Rose was a mudblood, then there would be nothing. Her new found hatred of muggles and their irk was still a burning fire and there was no way to turn it down. Odd that a flame would feel one with ice. Rose's laugh had been odd in the sense that Jessamyn would never have found humor in meeting a sister she barely knew. She would have given just about anything to meet her's. But death had stolen both her father and sister from her and she would never get to see either again in this life.

Her thoughts twisted as Rose asked what should have been a harmless question. But it stabbed her. Every day she hoped that it wouldn't and still it hurt her soul. It craved more than just her physical body. The icy shell of protection returned and she viewed the questioner with remorse tinted with scorn. Her eyes conveyed the haunted feeling that was lodged in her very core. And she pushed her hair back, wishing she hadn't worn her hat today. Jessamyn turned her back and looked back out to the grounds. She didn't see them. Her vision was filled with letters and visits and memories of months prior. When she did reply, her voice was strong and could have been remarking on the weather. It didn't show that she was talking about some of the worse things to ever happen to her.

"My father and sister died in a car crash. My mother was cast out by the Tribe from her position as Shaman. As the only heir, my grandparents took us in. My mother as well, since she was my responsibility according to our laws. Since that part of my life was over, my grandparents petitioned to get me here. And thus here I am. Stuck in this frozen hell."

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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.

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Words: 399
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: Think Gravity, Love & Reverie.
Note: =P
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.[/center]

[ninjababe1440]

Rose couldn't help but watch Jessamyn's reaction to her last question closely. There was something not right, and Rose could tell. She was in pain. For some reason, Rose was very good at reading people's feelings by their gestures, facial expressions, and eyes. Right now there was hurt in Jessamyn's eyes. After deducing Jessamyn felt, Rose felt a stab of guilt, feeling as though she had just caused this moment of pain. Which she did. She felt the immense need to apologize, but it would be out of place. Jessamyn hadn't said anything just yet. She sucked in a breath and watched as her newly-found friend seemed to be searching for the right words to use. Her cold response, indeed, jabbed at Rose's heart once more. As she abosorbed the girl's words, more questions came to mind. Tribe? Frozen hell? Wow, she must really hate it here... Rose thought, not enjoying the pity she felt for the poor girl who had lost her family. "I'm so sorry about your father and sister. But what about this Tribe? Are you a werewolf?" She felt sort of stupid, asking all these questions. But if Jessamyn was her friend, maybe it would be better to know things about each other at the first meeting.

[jessamyn]

There's scars on the perfect.
It just depends on how deep you look.

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She struggled with the bitter hate that was filling her throat, her veins, her dreams. It was every where. And it was not just directed towards those stupid mundanes. No it was also pushing, pulsating, boiling over her mother as well. This was her fault as well. The deaths and the forced change in lifestyles. Tiponi could have done something; should have done something. There was a reason why she had magic. But no, she had to leave it to the Great Spirit. Jessamyn couldn't believe she had done it. And she couldn't forgive her for it. Everything was different here and it couldn't be any farther apart. Just like the girl beside her and own fates. They were completely different in all ways. But, Jessamyn had hope.

She nodded as Rose expressed her pity. Rose had nothing to be sorry for, she had lost as well. And Jessamyn had not voiced her pity. But the next words spin her round to face her new friend. A filthy halfbreed? She? Her Tribe? No. Anger replaced all grief. The very air seemed to spark as it caught it too. Was this girl mad? Perhaps Jessamyn had misjudged her and they would not be friends. Her voice held disgust.

"I'm Native American. Dine. Or as the rest of the world calls us Navajo. I. Am. Not. A. Monster." She paused, letting it sink in. "What is it with you Europeans? You hear tribe and assume the worse. I guess I'll forgive you." Her bitter laugh chased the words. And she stared Rose down. Such a mistake was not repeatable. Jessamyn still was offended that someone could get such negative ideas.

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There's beauty in the flawed.
It just depends on how deep you look.

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Words: 283
Target: Rose Knight
Outfit: here
Lyrics: Running up that Hill,Within Temptation.
Note: nada
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[ninjababe1440]

Rose did feel sorry as she realized that what she said has offended her new friend. What was wrong with a werewolf? Maybe there was something there she didn't no about. Well, anyway, it's none of my business. Jessamyn expressed that she was a Navajo native american. How interesting! Rose had never known a native american before! But what was it with us Europeans? She wasn't assuming the worst, she just knew from previous experience at her previous school, (which had never had Americans), that tribe usually meant werewolf. Rpse had been very close with a werewolf once, until he was killed by another wizard. The boy had been so nice, too. But now she looked once again into the eyes of the girl before her, trying to read them as she did with everyone. There was anger, fury. There was a twinge in Rose's heart as she realized she had cuased this anger and fury. "I'm sorry to have offended you. I wasn't assuming the worst, it's just that I was brought up to know 'tribe' to refer to wolves. I didn't even consider Native Americans. We don't learn much about them in France. But I do find it interesting that you are a Native American. I have never met someone of that decent before." Rose tried her best to flash a kind and sort of apologetic smile. She was always sorry for any offense she caused another person. Her friends used to make fun of her every time she said "I'm sorry." They used to say that those were the only words she knew. Hopefully, Jessamyn would accept this apology, being that Rose knew that they both truly needed a friend at the moment. And each other was not such a bad idea.