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Post by j on Dec 16, 2009 17:22:20 GMT -5
Winter gloom was not really contagious, nor was it really a disease that plagued many of the students of staff here at Hogwarts, however that bug had bitten Jay with some vengeance. He really wanted it to be nicer outside, perhaps a pick up game of quidditch? Not that he was all that good, he did have a good deal of interest in the game though. What ever the case was, Jay was the annoyed looking boy in the corner. Yes, he was like some hermit crab, lurking around the school at times. Generally a book in his hand, not really that manly persona he did want.
Whatever…
Classes beginning soon, Jay was going to have his mind filled again, perhaps with more then mindless rubble they did do often. Today however was like all the others during the Christmas holiday, dreary, snowy and might I mention white? The cold air seemed to leak into every space of the castle because Jay, unlike many of his fellow male counterparts was always cold, no matter where he was. He had jeans on, a long sleeved button down shirt, yellow, but that was hidden under the green pullover sweater and yet he still looked to be, half frozen.
Wimp
However he was still not in the mood, still trying to solve the problems of his family, and wanting to connect with both sides, his parents and his brother, it was too much to take all at once, and each passing year seemed to get harder. All well.
Wondering the halls he found his way to the third floor, the corridor almost lost in foundation as he was reading a book, fingerless gloves on his hands, the finger tips like ice. He paid enough attention to walk around most people or objects, but when some student jinxed a statue to jump at him Jay was quick to drop his book and toss a curse of boils on the unsuspecting soul, after all he had a lot to live up to, being sorting into Gryffindor was a plague and it tainted his very name…
Don’t think, just do. Who cared if a professor was around anyway, less points for Gryffindor was adding more for Slytherin, I guess that could be counted right? However as the girl ran off in another direction crying he did not even know who it was he picked up his book, and started to move the statue, by hand… Not good. It did not budge so there he was a wizard trying to pus a statue back in place… What a sight.
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Post by breelinn on Dec 16, 2009 18:34:42 GMT -5
Who's that chick with rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from outta town... [/font][/size] Breelinn was wandering around the third floor, hating the fact that it was such a cold and gloomy day. She preferred the weather to be sunny and nice, so she could do things outside...and this weather, snowy and grey, was not making Bree a happy veela. She wished it would just stop, and that the sun would come out and melt this snow so she could get on with her life.
She turned around a corner just as a bunch of noise began. A statue clattered to the ground, spells were cast, and girl ran by Breelinn crying her eyes out. Stupid wussy... Bree thought to herself as she shook her head at the silliness of it all. Why everyone couldn't be mature was beyond her. Bree was about to move on about her way when something caught her eye. It was a boy, trying to lift the statue and put it back into it's place.
Bree watched as the boy struggled against the weight of the statue, unable to make it budge. She chuckled slightly, glad to finally have some form of entertainment in her day. He continued to try and lift it for a few more moments before Bree stepped in. "Havin some trouble, i see...." She said, her voice cold as it always was. She eyed the boy up and down as she waited for a response, her eyeliner-rimmed hazel eyes studying him. She caught sight of the gryffindor patch on his robes as her perfectly glossed lips turned into a frown.
"Gryffindor, eh?" Bree asked, her voice still icy. "Shame....such a cute boy, ruined by such a sucky house." She said, leaning against the wall casually as she waited for him to respond. It wasn't every day that Breelinn got to have fun like this, and she was enjoying it way too much, thanks to the veela blood coursing through her veins. Tags: Jay Outfit: here.Lyrics: Miley Cyrus Word Count:[/color] 328 without codes Status:[/color] Complete. |
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Post by j on Dec 16, 2009 19:12:43 GMT -5
Sure enough someone caught his stupid attempt to move something, clearly not meant to be moved by hand. Well it was no harm to try, at least that was his original idea. However with the smug sounding voice coming from the side he turned to see a rather good looking girl, in fact she was very pleasing to the eye…
“No, Quite capable in fact.” He said flicking his want and, slightly uneasy moved it back into place with the levitation charm, undoubtedly the same used to move it. Ironic how physical strength was not enough, but mental was, was magic mental?
Of course, his house bites him in the ass again. Clearly slytherin by her persona, but then again he often tried to rid himself of that Gryffindor persona. Oh how strange and stupid it felt.
Wait? Did she say… cute? sure enough that annoying feeling of a slight blush came to his face, sure, who could help it, he sure could not. That brief moment was killed soon enough though as she spoke. “And you think I had a choice in that matter?” he said a rough tongue, sharp and direct. Clearly he was not a house loving fanatic like some other people.
“Did you need something or are you just here to mock me, eh?” Jay said not creating a formality that most students ‘round here liked to do, name, year, and house. Well house was already established, who really cared anyway. It was not like those three things defined you. Jay, had his own issues. Telling someone that you dream that your accepted to be a death eater was the least of his worries. His parents made sure of that, since his older brother was, as they put it… a failure being in Gryffindor as well Jay was well on his way to getting the same title…
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Post by breelinn on Dec 16, 2009 21:27:23 GMT -5
Who's that chick with rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from outta town... [/font][/size] Breelinn shook her head as the boy asked her if she was there simply to mock him. That was, in fact, the very opposite of what she had been doing when she came across the young Gryffindor. "Nope. Just passing through when I saw you here....trying to lift a statue that is probably a good foot taller than you...." She said with a slight smile, noticing the blush in his cheeks after she had called him cute. It never ceased to entertain Bree how she could make boys react with simple words.
"The name's Breelinn. Breelinn Juliet Zabini." She said, introducing herself after he had finally used magic to levitate the statue back into place. He didn't seem like a normal gryffindor. By the way he spoke, this boy seemed more like the Slytherin type. Which is why it confused Bree as to how he had ended up in the house of gryffindor.
Under normal circumstances, Bree wouldn't have even bothered starting a conversation with someone in his house, but this boy seemed different. "So...why were you trying to lift that thing anyway?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. That was always one of her biggest downfalls: too curious for her own good. She brushed some of her long locks behind her ear as she waited for a response from the boy, wondering if he would return her unusual kindness with kindness of his own. She was hoping he would, because Breelinn had never been more bored in her life. Tags: Jay Outfit: here.Lyrics: Miley Cyrus Word Count:[/color] 260 without codes Status:[/color] Complete. |
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Post by j on Dec 17, 2009 8:42:55 GMT -5
Ah, house persona had always met him much grief, tying to hard to rid himself of his own house, he often sounded… well too harsh. Clearly she was not that bad, after all the fake assumptions often did get him the raw end of the stick as she spoke to him. So why he was trying to lift the statue, well that was a good question indeed.
“Some loser thought it would be funny to toss it in my way as I read.” He said picking up his book, one from the library about common jinxes. It just so happened he was reading the one on boils when the person tossed it in his way, lucky one could guess as there where far more harsh ones in the book. A slight sense of pride that it worked and hit the target was well hidden under a rough exterior.
Ah, Zabini, the name rang only a charm or two of the Slytherin based family, he too should have been such a name, but his brother and himself had changed that…
“Jay, Jacob Le Fay.” Simple complete, and well expected once someone gave a name. He had doubts that his name would charm her though, after all his parents where the ones known, not him.
“Sometimes I like to give it a go without magic, get an idea of how heavy the thing really is.” Lies. Oh well. It was sensible though, wanting to know the heft of the object that was so easy to move with magic, yet nearly impossible to move without, he was confident that someone would have had no trouble moving it… He was not the strongest boy even with his recent training in marshal arts, it was more mind anyway, maybe he was going the wrong direction with that…
So he knew a new question would be in order, it always was, but he had nothing to ask or add. As she flicked her hair back he once again was slightly mesmerized by her looks. Hey what can he say, he is a boy after all.
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Post by breelinn on Dec 18, 2009 0:15:01 GMT -5
Who's that chick with rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from outta town... [/font][/size] Bree smiled slightly as the boy spoke about how someone had decided it would be funny to try and hit him with the statue. Some people these days just had no manners, and Breelinn was not surprised to hear about this. "Ugh..." She scoffed, feeling the boy's pain. "Probably some stupid firstie gryffindor who just learned wingardium leviosa..." Bree said, rolling her eyes at the rediculousness of that situation.
Bree nodded in understanding, not having much to say at the fact that this boy liked to see if he could lift things on his own before using magic. Self sufficience was always a good thing to have in Bree's mind, especially since they could not use magic around muggles. "Well, you probably moved it more than I could. I wish I was able to move things as large as that without magic....but, alas, being a thirteen year old girl prevents me from that." Bree said with a fake tone of sadness in her voice. While she thought it was a good thing to have, the likeliness of her having to move a giant statue in the muggle world were slim.
Bree watched him move about, gathering up his posessions. A book on hexes. Something you don't see many gryffindor's reading these days. This interested her, but only slightly. "So...how old are you?" Breelinn asked, knowing he must at least be a fourth year if you judged by the way he looked. She was only hoping he was not a seventh year, as that would make friendship somewhat awkward.
Le Fay. This was a name Breelinn had heard before. However, she had never heard of Jacob. Only of his parents. Famous former Slytherins, they were. At least, that's what her parents had told her. "Ah...Le Fay...I know that name." She said with a smile as he finished speaking. "It's nice to meet you Jacob." She then added onto the end, hoping to sound as polite as possible. Someone coming from a family such as the Le Fay's could not be all that bad. At least, that was what Breelinn hoped. Tags: Jay Outfit: here.Lyrics: Miley Cyrus Word Count:[/color] 364 without codes Status:[/color] Complete. |
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Post by j on Dec 18, 2009 16:46:24 GMT -5
“Yea, they think they are cool.” Jay said, he was sure it sounded as weak as it felt to him. Then again putting his foot in his mouth was not a rare occurrence either. Jay did not examine the situation to any great length, which really would. No one was in real danger, and sure enough it was actually a good thing… At the moment he was talking to a flawless girl. Who just happen to mention her age.
“Fourteen.” No real emotion evoked form the answer, just the number, like it was slightly a prison cell that he was stuck in. It was hard to believe it was only four years ago that he was sorted into that house. And even more remembering the letter from home when they received word, not one but both of their sons in that dreaded house.
His thoughts broken, and rightly so, as she only had to move to keep his eyes on her… face. She recognized his name, then again it was a Slytherin heirloom type of thing. House loyalties was strong in Slytherin, perhaps that was why he was miss-sorted? Whatever the reason he had to live with it, and work hard to live it down as well.
“Yea?” Direct, he was not sure if he liked it or not, but who could complain anyway? “My folks where big in their day here at the school.” He added not mentioning that he had yet to do anything… important. Not from lack of trying that is.
“Well it is nice to meet you as well.” Truth. “I like your hair.” Truth, “I mean you look pretty.” Truth, “Oh just ignore me, I am a dork.” Absolutely true.
However silly he sounded, he was sure he looked just the same. Jay was never as smooth as he pretended to be…
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Post by breelinn on Dec 19, 2009 4:59:04 GMT -5
Who's that chick with rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from outta town... [/font][/size] Breelinn giggled as he spewed compliments out of his mouth. This was something she was used to, being a veela and all, but it never got old watching boys trip over their words around her. "Why thank you young master Jacob." Bree said, sitting down on the bench that was next to the statue, hoping he would do the same. "You yourself are not half bad. We should hang out more often." She said, a sincere smile on her face as she spoke.
“Oh just ignore me, I am a dork.” Jacob said as he continued to stumble over his words. It was cute in a way how she had this effect on him. "Oh, but if I did that then we couldn't be friends." She said, patting the spot on the bench next to her as he still hadn't sat down on the stone. She then waited for him to make a move in the direction of the bench as she tried to think of something else to say, something that shouldn't be too hard for her.
"So...14 huh? I'm 13." Breelinn said, stating her age in the same tone he had stated his. Emotionless, as if it were merely a number used to keep her in her body for longer than she needed to. It wasn't all that bad, though, being thirteen. At least she didn't have to worry about wrinkles! Tags: Jay Outfit: here.Lyrics: Miley Cyrus Word Count:[/color] 242 without codes Status:[/color] Complete. Notes:[/color] Sorry it's so short...writers block. |
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Post by j on Dec 20, 2009 16:38:29 GMT -5
Jay could not have been making too bad of an impression, after all she had not thrown something at him, or simply walked away. In fact she was being, cute… Jay was such a silly boy when it came to girls, wanting them, but also scared to death of them too.
There is was again, slight red in the cheeks that made him feel like a loser. It was about time he managed to snag such a good looking friend, then again one had doubts if it was not some sort of joke too. However he was sincere, and see seemed just the same. What harm could it be?
Jay took a set next to her. Strange, uncomfortable, and nice. “So…” yes, the delay of uncertainty, and aw stuck feelings. He rubbed his head with the arm that was away from her, “what do you like to do?” Jay asked, simple enough. He though quickly as he spoke next, as he felt like his own hobbies where a bit of… geeky. “ I am the quidditch reporter for Hogwarts monthly, first issue is comin’ soon. “ he said hearing it himself.” He said thinking about the work he was really should to be doing. Even though a game has not been played did not mean there was nothing to report. “Thought about bein’ on the team, but I am not all that coordinated.” He added, boy he was getting chatty all of a sudden.
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