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Post by jessamyn on Nov 29, 2009 3:15:47 GMT -5
Jessamyn looked down at the collection that laid across her bed. Most of it had arrived that morning. In fact, Jessamyn had awoken to a scattering of wrapped boxes at the foot of her bed. A note attached, explaining that they were for the Ball. Early Christmas presents. Or rather a veiled push at her to attend the damn thing. Jessamyn hadn't been planning on it. Something her grandparent's frowned more on then the fact that Jessamyn was dateless. There were hints that she would find herself with who they deemed suitable if she didn't make a move. Why they were so concerned, she didn't know. But she missed the Desert, where she was free to do as she pleased. Here, she was toy for a Pureblood family. Her Pureblood family. After being ordered to attend last week, Jessamyn hadn't really paid any attention. She didn't care what she looked like. In fact, she had only planned on wearing one of the dresses she had brought with her. The only white one she had. Along with her protection ring from the tribe and another piece she had from them, she wasn't dressing up. Recently, she had decided to always keep a bit of the tribe with her. Until this morning that was. Sapphire jewelry littered her bed and was the theme her Grandmama had chosen for her to wear. Since she had been sorted into Ravenclaw, she had been receiving gifts and items of that color. Sapphire and silver. At least her Grandparents were proud of that. Or so it seemed. If they were gracing her with her house colors, they couldn't be too upset over her not being in Slytherin.
She shook herself from her thoughts and wandered into the dorm restroom. Most of the girls had already left, but Jessamyn was in no rush. If she missed most of it, so be it. But, then her blood ran cold. The warm water of the shower was falling short of heating it. Her Grandmama had told her she had to be present. There was a reason for it. And wouldn't she know if Jessamyn wasn't there? Something bad would happen if she missed too much of it. Being slightly late would be brushed off as Jessamyn being too American. And her namesake would attempt to fix it. But, too miss over half. Jessamyn rushed through the rest of her shower. Even dashing through the hall to her room. Slipping into the dress was easy, so was adding on the extra glitter that had been recently added to her collection. Make-up was just a quick fifteen minutes. But it was her hair. She couldn't make it take the curl spell. Perhaps it was because it was still wet, she didn't know. It just kinda made a wave. Finally, after fighting with it for another twenty minutes, she stomped her foot. Very mature, Mana. She would have to leave it be. Scooping up her clutch, which only basically carried her wand and cigarettes, and her shoes, she left the Ravenclaw Tower at a brisk pace. To say she was scared to be late was something that had never happened to Jessamyn before.
She stopped at the entrance, to give herself time to calm her breathing and adjust her appearance. She ran a hand through her half-curled hair and brush the faint sweat from her face. Bending slightly, she slipped on her shoes. Then, she took a great deep breath, and entered the Ball. Even she, who hated the cold and snow, had to admit the ice and snow and frost theme was beautifully done. It was like an ice palace. She hated it but admired what had been done. At least, with all the bodies, it wasn't cold. She looked around, hoping to see the one person she was close enough with to spend time with at this thing. A frown tugged briefly at the corners of her mouth before she caught it. She didn't see Xander anywhere. And after the way she had treated him last time, she wouldn't blame him for not being there. Smiling a fake little smile, she wandered over to the refreshments. But one could only take but so long over punch. Finally, she turned back towards Hogwarts. Oh, she wasn't ready for this. |
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Post by xanderray on Nov 29, 2009 3:50:32 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Xander hated, it was wearing a tux. He just did not see any reason to it. He would have showed up in white khaki shorts and a t-shirt if he could have. But it was a requirement to be in formal dress and he guessed his tux would be fine. He looked around his dorm at his classmates and they all smiled at him, asking him why he was all dressed up if he had no date. He shrugged lightly and told them that there was someone he was hoping to see there. They patted him on the shoulder and headed out about twenty minutes before he even planned on leaving. He told them he would see them there later and they were fine with that. Looking back at the mirror, he wondered what it would be like to be his cousins fiance. A fancy party like this twice a week, and having to wear a suit the rest of the time as his 'casual' wear. He sighed. Sadly he was comparing himself to the one man he despised. But there was nothing he or his cousin could do. It was arranged and they only wished they could stop it. On another note, Xander could not get a certain girl out of his mind. They had had a hard parting back at the luau just before the winter started. He sighed and wondered where Mana was and if she were all right. Sure... they were the same house, but he never saw her around the common room or in classes. Which was hard for him. But this was also strange to him. He had never had a crush like this before. He had always been told to be a gentleman and not be rude to ladies or see them as sex toys. And he never did. And nor did he thing Mana as one. He just wanted to be around her. He enjoyed her for who she was... He sighed and rubbed his eyes as he headed down the stairs and out to the hall. He made his way slowly down the halls and made it to the Great Hall. There was music playing and he slipped into the door silently. He looked around at the wonderful decorations and could not help but notice just how bright the room was with all the people in white. He looked around, hoping to find Mana. And indeed he did. Standing alone over by the punch, she looked lonely, but absolutely stunning in her white and blue. He walked over to her and smiled lightly. "Hi there Mana..." |
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Post by jessamyn on Dec 1, 2009 3:39:13 GMT -5
All this school did was show her what she has lost. She was an American, no matter what her father was. Colin was dead, and Tiponi had failed her tribe. Jessamyn was being forced to live a life she didn't want because of it. She wanted to just stomp her feet and scream out "IT'S NOT FAIR!" But she didn't. That would be highly inappropriate and certainly not justifiable. Her real life was shattered and her best friend didn't even want to write her. She was like a wandering coyote, doomed to be alone and shunned. But she hadn't caused any of this! This wasn't her fault. It was that stupid Muggle. They were no better than livestock. And she was starting to deeply believe this. Muggles, she had decided after nights of long, deep thoughts, should be little more than slaves for the superior, magical race. Where her tribe came into this, Jessamyn had never thought of. To her, the Tribe and especially her Clan, were not muggles. Muggles were the pale faces, the ones that didn't have an ounce of magical blood and did not understand it. That feared it. Well, perhaps they should fear it. Her kind was embraced by her Tribe. They understood and saw it for what it was. A gift from the Great Spirit. Soon, she would find a way to join the Death Eaters and find this Dark Lord or Prince, or what ever he was. She had to. No matter if she was just a fifth year, no matter if she was older than most of her year mates, no matter that her heart was frozen and beginning to black with hatred. No matter at all but to find him. It was in the mists of these dreary thoughts that Xander found her.
He had shocked her out of her thoughts. Jessamyn hadn't expected him to be there. Or to be talking to her. After screaming at him at his own house, to take her home, she would have thought he'd leave her be. Did she want that? She had left his arms as soon as she had arrived back at Hogwarts. In the peace of her room, surrounded by the drapes of her bed and silenced by a charm, she was able to cry. It was a lie, family and happiness. Not possible for her, until she got to have her revenge. And that could take years. But, she had been the one to survive, and must make the sacrifices necessary. Yet, still, here Xander Ray was. The one person she could honestly call her friend in all of the world. Marissa and Keith were not longer able to claim that title. She had thought she had wrecked it. Not seeing him for the past few weeks had caused her to assume so. Now, perhaps here was proof she had not.
"Why hello X. I didn't expect you to want to see me."
Her tone was quiet, brisk and emotionless. If not for the slight upturn of her lips at the corners, one could assume she didn't care one way or another. The boy in front of her could have been anyone. But, she wasn't quite that cold yet. And she longed for love more than anything else. Jessamyn would deny herself that. She could be fake, she needed to be fake. Grandmama had taught her better than this. Still, she couldn't be so icy to the boy that was beside her. He hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, she was the one in the wrong. Just too proud to admit it. She ignored it, but she was relieved he was there. Otherwise, a terrible report would have come back to Grandmama. |
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Post by xanderray on Dec 2, 2009 2:31:46 GMT -5
Trying to brace himself for a slap or some sort of shouting, her emotionless response was even worse. He wanted to keel over with the amount of pain in his gut from that. Did not expect him to want to talk to her? She had been the only thing on his mind for the past month and a half where she had managed to avoid him completely. Which was painful. More than he had ever thought possible. He sighed and watched, hoping she would smile and laugh, telling him it was a joke, but she just stood there, in all her glory, just looking at him.
The light that he admired so much had died in her eyes and he wondered what was going on. He hoped that something else had not happened to her family. He held out a hand to her. "Walk with me?" He really hoped that she would take the hand and walk with him. He had something he wanted to do and it just couldn't wait any longer... he had things to say. His heart pounded against his ribs as he waited for her to take his hand.
(ooc: sorry it's so short)
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Post by jessamyn on Dec 5, 2009 8:22:47 GMT -5
This was not how she wanted to spend her sweet sixteen. Well, to be technical, it wasn't her birthday. But, didn't being sixteen last for a whole year? And, last time she had checked, she was still sixteen. This was supposed to be the year that made her life perfect, where everything fell into place. Not the year that would be forever remembered as the worse time of her life. Hogwarts was such a horrible place, she hated it! Beyond a doubt, there was no reason that she should be stuck here. Couldn't they let her return the Academy for schooling at least? But of course not. She was here to stay and like it or not she had to make an effort. Though, to be honest, she hadn't done much of that. It just, it was hard. And no one really seemed to care about some new random girl. The least of which was her Grandmama. The women she had been named after didn't appear to care that her only child had died, nor one of her grandchild. Briskly, she had push Jessamyn along, forcing her to live when she wasn't ready yet.
Xander's sigh drew her eyes to his face, and brought a slight frown to her's. He had no reason to be like that. After all, he had a lovely family, still intact, a beautiful home, and made friends easily. Yet, for some reason he looked upset, almost sick. It confused her, and pissed her off. If he was sick, then he shouldn't be around her. And if he wasn't, he should be happy and enjoying what he had in life. Her left eyebrow lifted with surprise at his question and hand. Xander was joking right. She hadn't been given permission yet to see him in that way. And as such, she had been warned, she wasn't not supposed to be alone with him. Also, there was the possibility that he was sick. Shaking her head slightly, she decided what the hell. Ignoring his hand, she turned to face him.
"As long as we remain in sight, then I do not mind." Then, with a pause, she glanced at the dance floor. "Perhaps, though, it would be nice to get some fresh air." |
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Post by xanderray on Dec 5, 2009 22:36:43 GMT -5
If there was one thing he could feel it was that she was almost unhappy to see him. And that hurt him. He really missed the bright girl that he had met a while back, that poured out her heart to an almost complete stranger. He silenced his sigh as she said that she would as long as they stayed in eye sight of each other. He was going to raise a brow and ask her why they could not just slow dance like everyone else was, but she then said that maybe getting some fresh air would be a better idea. He nodded and looked to the door. He knew that right around the corner and down the hall the doors led to the outside. He linked arms with her and smiled. "All right. We will go outside."
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Once outside, he looked at her by all the snow around them in the courtyard and thought she just looked lovely. It was true that his feelings for her were now stronger than he would ever think they could be for someone. He had never really been the one to tell a girl that he liked them. In fact... Mana right here was probably the only girl he had ever liked. Period. He had been taught to never idolize women, and his cousin re-enforced that once he got to Hogwarts. He smiled at her and then his eyes fell to her shoulders and realized just how cold she probably was out in the snow. He shimmied off his suit coat and draped it on her shoulders and then took a step back and then stepped around to face her, a smile still on his face. He was almost standing on his toes... he was too excited... he just wanted to scream that he loved her... but was it love? He thought maybe he could settle for 'really like' for the moment.
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Post by jessamyn on Dec 6, 2009 5:35:50 GMT -5
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Perhaps leaving the ball and going with Xander outside was not the best idea she had ever had. She buckled down to the fact that she would in all likely hood get a nasty letter in the morning if not a Howler. The worse that could happen would be that it was put off until she left for Christmas. She wanted to scream out her frustration. But instead, she hid it behind a polite mask of indifference. Her task here was to make rounds and show the Ayers face. No body here really cared about her name. Why couldn't Grandmama see that? Must be the French in her. The only person that gave a rat's ass about her, was currently leading her into the cold. Yeah, that might be a little negative, but Xander was all she had here. No one else would care if she disappeared, well she wasn't even sure he would. Had he made a big deal about her being MIA in his life? Not so much. She felt like she was drowning and everything was being pulled away. She was only 16, she wasn't trained to handle the demands of being an heiress. Jessamyn had been trained to be a Shaman one day. Two completely different lifestyles. She hadn't wanted to be in England since she started at the Academy. Summers with other purebloods that couldn't be bothered to remember her were forgotten. They didn't matter.
He pushed open the door and of course Jessamyn followed. She had no other choice to be honest. The cold hit her and she fought not to let a sound out. She blanked her face and had her private battle with the chill winter air. During it all, she just watched Xander watch her. Her wondering of what thoughts could be streaming through his mind to be so intent were cut off as he smiled. It was a bright, cheerful smile, untouched by any grief. It almost made her hate him. But, then he took in her state and draped his jacket around her. A smile ghosted across her lips and she looked clearly at him for the first time that night. The crisp white tux set off his dark hair and permanent tan. For someone that missed the darker tones of her tribe, it brought a sense of homesickness. Her smile faded, and her face returned to it's blank state.
"Thank you. Though, I think it's too cold to take a proper walk."
It was a faint joke. Not fully intended to do much but break the awkward silence that she felt stretching over the two. But a veiled suggestion as well that she would not take a walk in this snow. Snow that until this winter she had had nothing to do with. But, she was sure that sooner or later, he would get to his point. Jessamyn was just preparing herself for the let down of losing him. Distantly, she pondered over what she would do then. Scorpius and his gang would not welcome her and try as she would, she wasn't comfortable enough to make friends here. She was just too different. That's why having another American was easier. Or more complicated. She couldn't understand herself half the time. How could she expect to have friends then?
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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.
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Post by xanderray on Dec 13, 2009 20:18:34 GMT -5
Oh how some of the girls here changed like the seasons here. One day they were fun and bright, and the other day they were dark and gloomy. He longed to keep that smile on her face as it came upon her lips when he handed her his coat and draped it on her bare shoulders. And then with his smile, her's faded. What had he done wrong? It was an ever-confusing cycle some of these girls went through and put him through. His first character was Dom, but she was out of his life now. And his uncle had told him to not go chasing after her. She obviously just came for the day and that was going to be it. He nodded, hearing her remark. He smiled at her joke and agreed. "Perhaps you are right. A walk would be foolish..." he looked at her.
Oh how beautiful she was in the white with the snow around her, her face stood out like an angel's against the backdrop. He smiled and held out a hand to her. "There was something I wanted to ask you Mana..." he said to her, hoping and wishing that she would take his hand this time.
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