clip my wings ''' jared

[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

Annabella just wasn't in the mood. She didn't travel well at the best of times, and typically spent the whole of the Welcome Feast feeling ill and picking at her food. It didn't help much that ALL of the meat dishes seemed to have been placed around her, almost as if they were trying to make sure she wasn't going to be able to eat. A self confessed vegetarian since she was six years old, Annabella was probably never going to change her eating habits. She had eaten about four forkfuls of food before giving up. She wasn't allowed to leave until everyone else did, though, and she didn't know the new password anyway, so she had spent the whole Feast staring at the table or the clock alternatively, waiting for it to be over.

When it finally was, she had managed to become invisible to people, and she was constantly being bumped into on the way to the common room. The password was given, and she fled as soon as possible to her room. She wanted to unpack before she did anything else. It took an hour for her to have everything just as she wanted it, and by then, most people had retired for the night. She, however, wasn't in the slightest bit sleepy, and felt the need to walk. Not around the castle, though, because teachers patrolled. She would have to go, instead, to a place where very few people ever frequented. She would go to the Forbidden Forest. If she stayed just on the outer borders, there were some beautiful and mostly harmless animals for her to spend her time with.

Pulling her cloak over her shoulders, Annabella cast a silencing charm as she tiptoed out of the dormitory. She wasn't going to take any chances. There was an inordinate amount of blackmail and bribery in Hufflepuff, amongst each other, and she didn't want to have any part in it whatsoever. She made her way slowly through the castle, pausing every so often to make sure she was still alone, and that there weren't any teachers ahead. Twice, she came close to being discovered, but the professors weren't being as thorough as they would be later in the term – it was the first night, after all, and most students were tired from the journey. The large oak doors creaked as she slipped through them, but after a breathless pause, Annabella knew she was safe – no-one had followed her.

Her way across the lawns was quicker and more direct. Walking in the dappled gardens, Annabella stopped every so often to watch the Squid waving his tentacles lazily, or to look at a pretty flower, or the way the moonlight was shining on something. She was in no particular hurry. Classes didn't start for another two days, and she didn't need to be awake for anything in the morning. Kneeling at the second tree in from the entrance of the forest, Annabella found a crippled bird. It was a dull purple colour, and was cheeping feebly. It couldn't stand, or fly, and it seemed to have given up trying. Cupping it in the palm of her hand, Annabella had her back to the entrance of the forest, and was too busy reassuring the bird and trying to fix its injuries to hear anyone come up behind her.

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[jared aubrey chance]

Jared had been down in the Forbidden Forest for most of the evening. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. He just needed another couple of hours away from that damn school. Not that he didn't love it, because he did. He absolutely cherished that place. It proved that everything that he had read about as a child, all of the stories about witches and wizards and magical beasts and goblins and ghouls and magical feasts, it was all true. Although, he wasn't supposed to be a wizard, said Zefron. It was only supposed to be his sister. It was uncommon to have two magical children in a muggle couple, but Jared had screwed over that little statistic, hadn't he? It was interesting to see how many kids could say that they had screwed over a major statistic. It was probably close to none.

So now, here Jared was, sitting up in a tree. He was looking around in the sky, down on the ground, and even in the tree itself. He had taken a minimal amount of time to unpack and everything, so he had been out here for a good thirty minutes. He was about to get down when he saw a blonde coming his way from the grounds of Hogwarts. A smile played upon his lips. He hadn't seen any witches (well, other than his sister, who was a witch in more than one way) in over three months. He couldn't see her face, though, in order to tell who she was, or if she was even a familiar face. Go figure. But she did have quite the body, if Jared did say so himself. She was crouched over for some reason. Jared's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, for more than one reason.

As he jumped down from his perch in the tree, he landed softly on the ground, making barely a sound. He tilted his head to one side as he stood behind the girl. Well, from behind she was pretty. She had a nice ass, too. Oh boy, that wasn't necessary. But it was true, so why deny it? He folded his arms over his chest as a smirk crept up onto his face. "Does your front look as great as your back?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Boy, that did make him sound rather cocky at the moment. It must be the fact that he was forced to live with the muggles with not a sign of magic over the summer. Not that he didn't still love his muggle friends, but they just didn't understand how extremely cool Jared's life was.

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[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

The bird flapped weakly, as if it could hear her ministrations and knew what she was trying to do, that she was trying to help it. Its beak parted, and a hoarse croaking sound came from its throat, and Annabella glimpsed the bird's little pink tongue working hard to produce its signature call. Redoubling her efforts, Annabella didn't notice the tears streaming down her face as she refused to give up. ”Episkey. Ennervate. Come on, you can't die, please!” At the last flutter of the bird's wings, Annabella laid it on the ground and scrabbled in the loose soil, making a hole to bury the bird in. If she couldn't save it from death, she could at least try to save it from being eaten. When she got about six inches down, Annabella laid the coloured bird in the hole, and then covered it back over. She had nothing to make a memorial with, so instead she muttered one word, and a single flower erupted from her wand. She laid it on the site, and then wiped her hands on her cloak.

Thankfully, it hadn't rained in a while, and the soil was easily brushed off her hands. Short nails meant that she didn't need to worry about ruining her manicure (not that she'd ever entertain the notion of getting one). Using her thumbs, Annabella wiped away the tears, and tried to take some calming breaths. Her eyes were slightly red, but there was nothing she could do about that. Just as she pushed herself up to her feet and started to brush off her jeans, she heard a voice. Reacting instinctively, Annabella almost turned around, until she realised what the person had said, and who it was. It wasn't that Jared had a particularly distinctive voice. It was more that, when they were together, he would dominate with roughly eighty per cent of the conversation at any given time.

Annabella was confused. Surely he knew who she was. Was he just playing around with her? Doubtful. They had never joked like that before. It was all purely platonic, because Annabella had no idea how to do anything else, much less the inclination. She was a little too innocent for her age, but that wasn't really a bad thing. If he wasn't playing around, then either there was something seriously wrong with his brain, or he didn't know who she was. Figuring that the latter was most likely, Annabella stayed silent and still for almost thirty seconds. In that time, she almost expected Jared to make a move to look at her. Pasting a bright smile on her face, Annabella finally turned to look at her best friend. “Are you actually being serious?” Quirking an eyebrow at him, Annabella stood with her hand on her hip and looked at him quizzically. What was going on with him anyway?

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[jared aubrey chance]

Jared tried to peer around the girl as she finished up whatever it was she was doing. What was she doing? She seemed to be digging. Maybe she was planting a tree? Perhaps she was one of those tree hugging "save the environment!" type girls. He wasn't sure if that was attractive or not. He supposed as long as she didn't eat dirt and do strange tribal dances to the tree gods, it was. Jared had seen a lady like that before in a parking lot back home. She was handing out save the planet stickers and doing strange dances. In all honesty, she was making a fool out of herself. There were people taking pictures and videos. She kept chanting, something about saving the trees from their ungodly doom. Jared was trying so hard not to laugh, however Kayla was sitting there rolling around on the ground like an imbecile. The memory made Jared shake his head. His sister was so different from him.

Jared looked straight at the back of the girl's head. She had blonde hair. Blondes were always hot, right? Of course. Jared watched as the girl stood and turned. He expected to see some new girl, some hot, perky little girl, but instead, he saw a familiar face. His eyes widened and he gulped. Well, he didn't expect to see her. Jared could feel sweat start to talk over the palms of his hands. He looked at the ground and shoved his hands into his pockets. Perhaps he thought that it would make them less sweaty or something, but whatever it was, it wasn't satisfying. He pulled them out of his pockets again and shifted on his feet, uncomfortably combing a hand through his hair. What was he thinking? He shouldn't have just.. Oh boy, he was in for it now. His mind wasn't thinking right. The only thing going through his head was "Oh my god, I just hit on one of my friends." How was he supposed to think straight when he was such an asshat?

Why aren't you speaking? Say something, you idiot!

But here Jared was, just sitting here, mouth gaping, eyes like a deer trapped in headlights. He knew he had to say something, but he couldn't. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but he said the first thing that came to mind, which probably wasn't the best idea. "I didn't mean that you have a nice ass or anything.." he said, realizing that what he had just said sounded like a dumbass move. "No. I didn't mean that. I mean you do have a nice.. I mean..uh.."

For God's sakes, just stop talking.

Jared's mouth snapped shut. He stopped talking. Finally he was listening to his brain. His thoughts were making sense. Yes, he did in fact just hit on one of his friends. Yes, he did in fact just say the worst possible thing. And yes, she did actually look particularly pretty in this light. Wait, no. He didn't mean that. He didn't mean.. Hell, Jared didn't even know what he meant any more. For all he knew, he could be in love with Annabella and not know it.

But how can you be in love with someone and not know it? It doesn't make any sense. So there, he wasn't in love with her. If he was, he would know it. Besides, he was only her friend, and she was only his. Just because she looked pretty didn't mean one thing. Not. One. Thing. So there.

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[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

Annabella brushed the dirt from her hands, paying special attention to make sure they were perfectly clean, that she didn't have a speck left on her skin. Normally, she wouldn't have taken the time, because a bit of mud never hurt anyone, and she had never been the type to shy away from getting her hands dirty. She took the time, though, to try to formulate a response. I mean, what? Had he really just said that? Was he kidding, or what? Did people even say that to their friends? Jared never had, so why now? What was different? Was she different? Well, obviously, if he had commented.... But different how? And what was he trying to tell her? Clearing her mind of all the questions she couldn't answer, Annabella shook her head slightly as she stood up. In a moment of madness, Annabella toyed with Jared more by making sure he could and would stare at her ass as she stood up. Why not? It was only a bit of fun, right?

Come on, we can have some fun with him. You know you want to....

Annabella span around to face him with a smirk on her face, and quite rightly, too. He had, in effect, just hit on her, and now she was going to have ammunition to rag him for months. She wondered, briefly, if she could make it any worse, but decided to go easy on him. The question seemed to have been harder than she thought, though, and Jared proceeded to dig himself deeper and deeper into a hole, which he was going to have a lot of trouble getting out of.

“I didn't mean you have a nice ass or anything.... No, I didn't mean that. I mean you do have a nice... I mean... Uhhh...”

The smirk disappeared, and Annabella had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at him. Was he always this suave? Swallowing her giggles, Annabella adopted a serious expression. As soon as he stopped babbling, Annabella tutted. “Really, you men have no idea what you want, do you?!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes to the canopy of trees above them. Her posture softened for a second, and she put her hands on her hips, then mock frowned at him. “Well, I want a straight answer now. I'm intrigued. Do I have a nice ass, or not?” She didn't really expect an answer, but she wasn't going to tell him that. She wanted to see if he was actually going to answer her.

Annabella leaned against the tree, making sure not to stand on the poor bird's burial site, and looked at Jared. He looked different to when she'd last seen him. If she was going to be honest with herself, he looked better than she remembered, but she was never going to admit that, to herself, or to anyone else. No-one had to know that the thought had crossed her mind, despite the fact that she had blushed. She could always claim it was something else. She could lie, she could bluff with the best of them. She had, after all, spent a lot of the summer pretending to be pleased to meet her father's friend's sons. As if it wasn't obvious what they were all trying to do. They were all poncy, pompous and posh. She hated them all, but she knew her father was going to expect something positive from her. Sorry, Dad.

Annabella watched Jared carefully after his response, and then grinned. “Whatever. You're such a player. Stop hitting on strangers.” Sage advice from a girl that had never been hit on, or hit on anyone else. She skipped over to Jared, despite her heels sinking a little in the ground, and hugged him. “I missed you.” She pouted, pulled away, and punched him on the arm. “Why do you have to be Muggleborn. My dad'd stab me for being friends with you, and I can never come see you. Stupid.” As if it was his fault. Ah well, whose fault if not his? Plus, it was fun to pin things on him that he really could have had no say in.

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word count: 700
tag: Jared
date: 1st September 2022
outfit: click here
music: Les Miserables
notes:

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[jared aubrey chance]

When Jared went over the words that left his mouth in his head, he mentally facepalmed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Well, never in his description to any of his friends did he say that he was good under pressure. And it sure as hell showed, just as much as his hair shown brown. And yet, all he could do was stand here and sway awkwardly from foot to foot. What was this, anyway? Jared was never awkward. Not really, anyway. In his mind, he was, sure, but never out in the open like this. Normally he was cool and collected. Maybe he was getting sick. He resisted the urge to feel his head with the back of his hand. It seemed that Jared just loved digging holes that he couldn't get out of recently, and this was one of the worst that he had seen himself manage to get into.

And yet, the words that left the blonde's mouth still managed to shock Jared into further, well, shock. He felt the color in his cheeks rising. Good thing it was dark, or else that would be really clear to her. Jared relaxed his face. Okay, not smart to say another stupid thing twice in one day. He pressed his lips into a tight line, not willing himself to talk. If he did, then.. well, he wasn't sure what would come out of his mouth next. Hell, for all he knew, the next thing who would say would involve an area above her stomach and below her face. He couldn't even think of it without feeling the blush show even more. However, his attempt at playing it cool was little defense to the next thing that came out of Annabella's mouth. He gulped as his eyes widened even more. His jaw dropped and the whole "mouth-moving-no-words" thing started up again.

Long story short, he wished to God that a black hole would suddenly appear out of thin air and swallow him up whole.

"Uh, you, uh.." God damn, why was he being like this? He shook his head and smiled. An idea flooded into his brain as he got the juices flowing again. His smile turned into a smirk as he walked over to her and put an arm on her shoulder. "You know, you do have a nice ass." He winked, trying to keep his smirk on his face as long as possible without laughing. He watched as she grinned and told him to stop hitting on strangers. He laughed finally as she hugged him and said she missed him. "You missed me? Aww, how cute!" he said, before adding, "I missed you too."

He chewed the inside of his cheek as she said that she wished he wasn't muggleborn. Hello! So did he. But, he knew she was just kidding around. He put an arm around her shoulder and ruffled her hair with his other hand, screwing it up. He stepped back, noting that there were at least ten thousand hairs (sure, that may have been an exaggeration, but hey, sue him) sticking in at least twenty different directions. He pretended to hold back laughter as he looked at her. "Oh, uh, you're hair's a little.." he said, running his hands through his own hair, making it stand on end, and then pushing it back down.

Jared laughed again, and put his hands on Annabella's shoulders. "Maybe it's your fault that you're not from a muggle family, eh? Ever think of that?" he then poked her in her side and giggled like a ten year old girl. Fakely, of course.

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[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

Was it really that hard a question? Of course it was! That was the point! He wasn't supposed to be able to answer it without there being some more making fun of him to do, and he didn't disappoint. Even in the darkness, Annabella saw the reddening of Jared's cheeks. This was way more ammunition than she'd expected to get, but she was happy for it, and already planning and scheming ways to use it throughout the school year. Besides, it's not like Annabella was completely innocent either. She had just thought those things about Jared... But she was kidding. Right? Or was she? The questions bandied back and forth in her mind for a few seconds before she forcefully expelled them. Whatever, it doesn't even matter. We're only friends, we can do and say what we want any it's always purely platonic. They were like brother and sister, according to many people, and had even been compared to Fred and George Weasley (a compliment if Annabella had ever heard one).

Annabella cocked her head as Jared did a goldfish impression. She had known he was random, but what was all that about? Did that even mean anything? Was she missing some symbolism? Or had he just forgotten how to speak? He did that sometimes, though only rarely, when the only way out of the hole he was digging was down. “It's really not that difficult a question, Jay.” She tutted, a sly grin curving her lips for a slight second as she thought of a way to make it worse. Turning back the way she had been facing when he had first spoken, she bent over. “Come on, it's not that bad, is it?” Again, she was joking, but the look on Jared's face didn't seem to indicate that they'd ever joked about anything. In fact, it kind of looked like he was in shock. Or drowning. Or something really bad like that.

She was just about to give up on him when he spoke, stuttering at first, and then, remarkably, miraculously, recovering and doing what she hadn't thought was possible – filling up the hole with him not inside it. He spoke, and she grinned. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. Again.” She didn't know anything of the sort, but that didn't really matter. Banter didn't have to be 100 percent truth. She stuck her tongue out at him, and tried to wriggle free, pouting. “So you should, too.” The quiet girl she was usually was transformed when she was around Jared. He just brought out the imp in her.

As he grabbed her again, she knew it wouldn't be good, and so she attempted (in vain) to twist out of his grasp. All she managed to do was make her hair look worse, and shift her shirt so the lacy fabric of her bra could be seen. She didn't notice this part, however, and shot daggers at Jared as she tried to smooth down her hair. “You're such a bitch.” She didn't mean it, and couldn't say it with any venom, so instead, she said it with a mock-serious look on her face. They moved on to family and blood, but it was never as serious a topic as most people made it out to be. To Annabella, a pureblood, being Muggle embodied freedom and fun. Being a pureblood was a drag. “Yeah, true, I'd go with that. Muggles have better entertainment anyways. It's like wizards HAVE to use their magic for everything. It's dumb.” She carried on talking, unaware that there was anything still wrong with her appearance, and seemed unconcerned by Jared's indubitably strange behaviour. Must have been the phase of the moon or the alignment of the planets or something. He'd be back to normal tomorrow.

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word count: 639
tag: Jared
date: 1st September 2022
outfit: click here
music: Les Miserables
notes: thinking they should have a thread in one of their common rooms/room of requirement where they fall asleep together cos it'd be cute :3

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[jared aubrey chance]

One would think that a soon-to-be sixteen year old would be delighted to have a girl playing him like a guitar. But Jared didn't like it. Not that he didn't like it, but it was the fact that it was his best friend since his first year who was playing him. Was it bad that he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not? But of course, she was kidding. She was just good at playing games. Right? Yeah, right. But Jared was over the whole awkward stage of this conversation. Hell, if it was any other girl, Jared would still be in the awkward stage, even if his brain was working. It was only because Jared knew Annabella that he was able to speak freely now, even with some of the things she was doing. When she bent over, asking him if it was bad, Jared rolled his eyes. "Jeez, Anna. You know, if me saying you have a nice ass isn't good enough, maybe I should just take it back." he chuckled and his eyes found her ass. Damn, she really did have a nice ass. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Jared looked away and chuckled again. She said that she just wanted him to say it again, and he made a sound that sounded something like a "pfft." Raising his eyebrow, he looked down at the blonde girl. "Damn, you're short." he said and quickly stepped a couple of steps away from her, not really wanting to be smacked for that comment.

Jared stiffled laughter at the blonde girl's hair. It seemed that struggling against him had just made it worse. He didn't notice anything was wrong with her appearance. Not yet, anyway. He just sat there with a hand over his mouth, making his attempt at stopping the laughter even more obvious. She called him a bitch. He put a hand on his heart, and stumbled back a couple of steps before standing upright. In a monotone voice, he said, "Ouch. That stung a little bit, Anna." He pouted, putting his lip out and giving puppy dog eyes. "I think I might need counseling." He said and looked her up and down. He sucked his teeth. "Pshh, you're the bitch."

It was then that Jared realized that a little part of Annabella's bra was showing. He swallowed, not sure if he was going to say anything or not. By the time he was done thinking, Annabella was talking about how she'd rather be from a muggle family. It was something that you always wanted what you couldn't have. "How about we trade lives for the summer? I think that would be mighty fine." And yet, somehow Jared couldn't keep his eyes off of the lacy part of her bra that was showing. He chewed the side of his cheek, a habit he had. As normally as he could manage, Jared said, "Anna. Do me a favor," he paused for a second and then said, "Pull up your shirt."

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[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

Annabella grinned. Did it really matter? Was he still trying to justify himself to her? If the roles had been reversed (not that she'd ever have the confidence to say something like that to someone that was potentially a stranger... or worse, a Slytherin), she would have just blushed and told the person to shut up. Or that she was doing an experiment, trying to gauge people's reactions to unusual situations, or something like that. That was a plausible enough explanation, right? Shaking her head and laughing, Annabella rolled her eyes. “Of course I believe you.” She smiled winningly. “Why else would you have blushed like a five year old girl?” Grinning and ducking under his arm so he couldn't mess up her hair again, Annabella stuck her tongue out at him. At his words, Annabella pouted, then shrugged. “Yeah, that, or you're a lanky mutant. I know which one I believe.” Feigning that she was only going to give a verbal response, Annabella was able to get close enough to whack Jared on the arm, then dance backwards out of his reach.

She ran her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to make it look presentable, then pulled her wand out of the holster on her arm. Brandishing it threateningly at Jared, Annabella glowered. “Watch it, buddy.” She suggested, a dark tone to her voice that was more put on than serious. At his reaction, Annabella scoffed. He was one of the most thick-skinned people she knew; almost NOTHING bothered him, and especially not fake insults from his best friend. “Am not. Unless I'm an unregistered Animagus that transforms into a dog when I'm asleep. And if I do that, I want proof.” Everything was said with a note of seriousness, but she didn't really mean it. What were the chances of her being an Animagus without realising it herself? Pretty much none, right? Right. Then, as an almost thoughtful aside, Annabella added,“Oh, and you do need counseling.” Aiming a grin at him, Annabella flitted further into the forest. She gave him an expectant look that said 'Are you coming?' and then moved a little further in.

Calling over her shoulder, Annabella responded to his idea of swapping lives for the summer. “Love to, but I think Dad can smell Muggleborn from a mile off.” She shot him a smile to show that she wasn't kidding, but thought her Dad was an idiot, and then darted around a fallen tree. At his request for a favour, Annabella stopped to face him, then looked confused for a second before looking down. “Oh. Crap.” She didn't look particularly bothered as she covered herself up again, but her mind was firing rapid thoughts at her. How much did he see? How could you not notice that? Do you think he minded? Why didn't he say anything before? Thousands of questions, most with no articulate wording, shot through her mind before she shook her head, grinned brightly, and carried on into the forest. “Hurry up, slowcoach!” She reprimanded.

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word count: 509
tag: Jared
date: 1st September 2022
outfit: click here
music: Les Miserables
notes: thinking they should have a thread in one of their common rooms/room of requirement where they fall asleep together cos it'd be cute :3

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[jared aubrey chance]

Psh. Jared stuck his tongue out at Anna as she said he blushed. He didn't blush. It was cold outside, and his cheeks were getting rosy. Jared didn't blush, especially to his friends. Maybe. He narrowed his eyes at her and scrunched his face up, then stomped on the ground like a little kid. "I. Did. Not. Blush. Like. A. Five. Year. Old. Girl!" he said playfully, accenting each word with a stomp to the forest floor. Of course, this whole escapade was just proving to Anna that he was merely acting like a five year old girl, and the "blushing" was merely part of the act. He debated on sitting on the ground and crossing his arms in a huff, but then decided against it. The ground was dirty, and Jared really didn't feel like getting his pants dirty.

Honestly, Jared had to be one of the most well-kept guys in his year. And he wasn't a pig, either. He didn't chase skirts like the other "men" of his year, if you could call them that. Jared wouldn't call them that, though. He would call them immature, skirt-chasing, hormone-crazed boys. Of course, Jared was one of those, but, unlike the other guys, for the most part, it stayed in his mind. Rarely did he show that side of him, and when he did it normally ended up like, well, this. And this? This wasn't too pleasant to him. He was sure that he wouldn't flirt with any other girl if he got out of this mess. Hell, it was extremely awkward for him. At least, it was in the beginning. Now it just seemed that it would be something that Anna could hold over Jared's head for the rest of his life. Damn, that sure sucked.

Jared raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I don't think 'mutant' is the correct word. Try 'stunningly handsome young man'." Jared said, standing in a sort of superhero pose, hands in fists on his hips, chest out, staring off into the distance. He never understood why they looked off into the distance at nothing, but it looked cool, so Jared did it. Besides, that was what they did. It then occured to Jared that Anna might not have known what he was doing, seeing as she was one hundred percent pure blooded, so stood straight up again. In the time that it had taken Jared to do so, Anna had stepped toward him and smacked him on the arm, then jumped backward again. "Ow." he said, stumbling backward, a little over-dramatically, into a tree behind him. "Gosh, you and your weird super-human strength." He smiled and stood up against the tree, crossing his arms over his chest. He shook his head before he looked back up at her.

An amused look found it's way to Jared's face as she pointed her wand at him. "I have one of those too!" He pulled his wand out of his sweatshirt pocket and pointed it back at her. "Woah, never said you were some creepy psycho animal thing. What aren't you telling me, Anna Rosenberg?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and making a funny face, then put his wand back into his pocket. Anna started walking into the forest when she said that he needed counseling. He made a slight "Pfft," sound and followed her.

Sniffing the air, Jared wondered if it was seriously possible to smell muggle blood. Of course not! That would be insane, right? Yes, yes, of course. "You're lying." Although, there was no way to know for sure. But, now Jared was thinking, wondering if muggles had some sort of odd stench that you could smell once you've been a wizard for a while. That would be an odd power. 'Here, let me smell you! Oop, you're a muggle-born! Can't come near me!'

Boy, what was wrong with Jared's thoughts today?

When Anna turned around, Jared's eyes fell to the spot of her bra that was sticking out for a couple of seconds. She looked down and fixed it, and before she looked up again, Jared looked away. Jesus Christ, Jared, get a hold of yourself! Jared shook his head and smiled back at her and ran into the forest deeper with her. He passed her, and turned backward, waving as he jogged backward. He smiled and turned around again, darting this way and that, in between trees and out of trees. Finally, Jared stopped behind one of the trees, doubling over to catch his breathe for a few milliseconds before he quickly scurried up the tree. If there was anything Jared was good at, it was climbing trees.

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[annabella zoraida rosenberg]

keep trying, keep fighting
that's easy for you to say
but i feel like crying

Annabella’s right eyebrow arched up delicately, and she put on a patient look that was intentionally over played. “Yeah, because throwing a paddy like a four year old is helping your case.” She grinned, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t really be surprised, though…. I mean, you do have a mental age of about two.”

[/color] She quipped, grinning widely and dodging around a tree before he did anything to her. It wasn’t strictly true, but they both acted exceedingly immaturely when they were together. Some people thought it was cute (and could see what they were both pretty oblivious to), but more often than not, they were told to grow up. But what fun would that be? They’d grow up when they had to, and not a moment before. Kid years were when all the fun was, and you have to make the most of it. In Annabella’s opinion, anyway.

Annabella didn’t know what Jared was thinking. That, in itself, felt strange. And then she thought it was probably just because she hadn’t seen him for ages and they hadn’t been able to catch up on the train, in the carriages, and during the Feast, like they usually did. They’d be back to normal in next to no time, Annabella wagered, but then, she hadn’t factored in hormones that she didn’t even know she had. She found herself thinking about how much Jared had changed, in a more appreciable manner than was suited to friends, even as close as they were. His voice was deeper and smoother, he was taller, more filled out, and his eyes… Well, they were the same as ever, really, but had there always been that little glimmer in his eyes?

At his words, Annabella looked him over, a critical look on her face. She was thoughtful for a few seconds, and then shook her head. “Nah, I think I was right the first time. You’re a weird mutant thingy, and your parents have just been brainwashing you if you think otherwise.”[/color] She flashed him a fake sympathetic smile, and then shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Wimp.”[/color] She muttered, just loudly enough for him to hear. She stuck her tongue out at him, revealing that she had pierced her tongue. It was only out for a split second, but she knew that she could expect a completely irrational reaction. It was Jared, after all.

Shoving her wand back into the back pocket of her jeans, Annabella blew him a raspberry. “If you’re gonna full name me, at least do it right.” She complained, rolling her eyes. “It’s Annabella Zoraida Rosenberg, actually. Get it right.”[/color] Still grinning so much that her cheeks were starting to hurt, Annabella ran deeper into the forest. As Jared passed her, she snorted in the direction of his abnormally long legs, and then kept an eye out for an ambush. She knew what he was like. He’d gone ahead of her for a reason, and it probably wouldn’t be good when she found out the reason.

Taking a guess, Annabella chose a tree and started to climb. Jared was some sort of monkey boy, so it was the theoretical place for him to be, and although she wasn’t the best at climbing trees, she had been practicing at home, refusing to use magic, much to the despair of her father. By chance, she had chosen the tree next to him, and she saw a flash of his t-shirt through the branches. “I can see youuuuu….”[/color] She sang, loudly, stopping a few branches below where he was.
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[jared aubrey chance]

Jared stared at Annabella, as if dumbfounded by the word "paddy". He then opened his mouth to speak, only closing it moments later. Where did she get her vocabulary from? Jared would have to start using that word. Paddy. Well, one thing was for certain. He was not throwing a "paddy" like a four year old. "Hey now, I resent that. I have the mental age of a five year old, thank you. Two year olds can barely speak. So there." he said, nodding matter-of-factly, as if he had just proved some big scientifical point or something. But, Jared hated science, so that couldn't possibly be true. Back in muggle school, it was his worst subject, even as a ten year old. He hated the class with a passion.

Anyway, science wasn't supposed to be on his mind now. Coming up with better insults than Anna did was. And that girl was pretty quick minded on that level, so Jared had to be quicker. Whenever he hung out with Anna, it was this way. People may have thought it was immature for two fifteen year olds, but they could get over it. Being a Ravenclaw, Jared needed a break from all of the smarts and logic, and Annabella was his escape, thank god. He wasn't sure he could be this comfortable with anybody but her insulting him. It just wouldn't do. And then you have Jared's stupid friends who don't understand the way him and Anna were, and they say that he should ask her out already.

That simply wouldn't do.

Nobody really understood how they were. Sure, Anna was pretty and she had a good personality, but Jared couldn't see himself asking her out. He definitely didn't want to screw up their friendship.

Jared gasped and put his hand over his mouth. "Mommy and daddy would never lie to me!" he said. "You lie!" When she called him a wimp and stuck her tongue out at him, Jared raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips. She had gotten her tongue pierced. When did that happen? In Jared's mind, Anna was still that little girl that he had met when he was eleven, pure and innocent as she may or may have not been. "Annabella Zoraida Roseberg, you got your tongue pierced?" he asked, using her full name as she had just said to. Coincidence, yes? Jared liked to think so. "You do realize that if the idiot who did it would have pierced a vein, you could have died, right? Right there in the chair, bleeding to death."

And now that he was up in a tree, Jared could watch her as she ran around, trying to figure out where he was. It seemed that she was a smart cookie, though, because she had climbed a tree (awkwardly, Jared might add) that was right beside Jared's own tree. Did she know him, or did she know him? As quietly as possible, Jared started climbing higher into the tree so that she wouldn't see him, when he heard her voice coming through the branches. Damn. It seemed he could never get away from her. Jared turned around, ducked under a branch so that he could see into her tree. "I see you too! Hi!" he said, waving. He then continued to climb his tree. "Race you to the top!"

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