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Post by Lily Luna Potter on Feb 7, 2018 23:37:37 GMT
September, 2019
She’s not sure what happened. Everything was normal, everything felt normal... and then suddenly it didn’t. This year was supposed to go better. It was supposed to feel like first year again, second year being a brief blip of grief not the start of falling into the abyss.
During breakfast she’d sat with people, had conversations. She remembers being able to smile at something even though she can't recall what it was right now. Everyone had started to leave for first lesson and she’d got up, she’d picked up her bag. She gone.. up a flight of stairs? Or two? Maybe? But the walls had started to close in.
People. Too many people. Everyone on their own beat, at a different pace, and she couldn’t work out the rhythm. Someone shouted someone else’s name, and managed to knock into her arm as they ran passed to greet them. She can’t remember who. She thinks they’d apologised.
She thinks maybe that’s what had set her off.
The knock made her fall against the wall and the muffled sounds around her became screams. She was trying to breathe but it felt like no air could reach her lungs. She leaned heavily against the wall. She needed to find a door, any door. Get out of the corridor. She had a vial in her bag with a potion in. A variant of a calming draught she'd accidentally created over the summer and probably took too much of, but she needed it. Right now, she needed it.
She clutched one hand to the strap of her bag and the other felt against the wall as she moved, slowly making her way along. She could still hear the buzz of the corridor as she finally reached a door and hoped more than anything she wasn’t about to fall into a classroom. She didn’t want to have to explain what was happening to a professor when she could barely explain what was happening to herself.
She landed heavily on the floor of a stock cupboard and prayed the door would close behind her of its own accord.
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Feb 11, 2018 16:12:35 GMT
Okay - and Jasper realised that this was getting ridiculous and out of hand now - but he really needed to go and have a cigarette before Transfiguration. He hated it, he really did, he didn't know why he'd ever been encouraged to start smoking in the first place - well, actually that's a lie, he definitely did know why he'd started smoking. It was pretty, and it looked cool, and he never said no to anything, and without even realising it he was risking getting detention for tardiness just because all through breakfast he'd not been able to stop thinking about having a fag. He was sixteen not sixty, and he was craving the things like that disgusting smoke stick was the only thing that brought him comfort in the world. He couldn't look at the smoked bacon on his plate without thinking about 'smoked', and then 'smoke' and then 'well, I definitely have time to quickly run to my favourite spot and have a little puff before class, don't I?' But it was dirty, and a bad habit that he really needed to break before he went home for the holidays and his mother would realise, and wow he really didn't want to have to face that -
But also at the same time - like - it was a bit fun, wasn't it? And Jasper loved fun.
So there he was manoeuvring his way through the pre-class crowds, tobacco and papers tucked carefully in his pocket, and calculating whether or not he ought to start rolling one now - because he probably didn't really have the time not to, but then again, rolling a fag in the open space of the corridors was a bit of a baller move -
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the blur of red hair crossing his path and dipping into a - broom closet, was it? Maybe. Jasper stopped in his tracks and let his eyes linger on the door the girl had just run through, left a little ajar, and let his brain catch up with what his eyes had just taken in. None of the other kids chatting and shouting through the corridor had seemed to take notice as she quickly zipped past them, all far too busy with their own conversations to take notice of one lone girl seemingly rushing to her own lesson. Except she hadn't been, had she, as she'd practically run, with her head down, hair covering her face, straight into a closet - with an expression that Jasper had just glimpsed, of utter panic.
As subtly as he was able to manage, and thoughts of a cigarette long forgotten, Jasper made his way to the door and turned the handle - one last furtive look around him told him that the students left in the corridor paid as little attention to him as they had to the girl, and he felt comfortable that he wouldn't be followed when he let himself inside, making sure it was shut behind him. He was immediately glad he'd trusted his instinct to follow as he saw her curled up on the ground, and he crouched down next to her, a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, cautiously, but calmly as he watched the girl attentively. "Do you need me to do anything to help?"
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Post by Lily Luna Potter on Feb 25, 2018 20:25:35 GMT
She let her bag drop away from her as she fell to the ground, curling up and making herself small. The door closing helped mute the chaos in the hallway but she still felt so aware of everyone on the other side of the door. She didn't know where she was but it felt still and that was better. That was so much better.
Thankfully, the first thing Lily saw when she opened her eyes was definitely the head of a broom leaning against the shelves of the stock cupboard. Unfortunately, she could also hear a person talking. Even if she was struggling to make out exactly what they were saying in that moment.
She'd come in here to get away and the fact someone was there made the hairs stand up on her arm. She needed solitude she didn't need questions.
Lily turned to look at the sound and saw an older Hufflepuff boy in front of her. He looked concerned, which she didn't understand. He didn't know her. He had no reason to care.
Luckily it looked like he'd come alone.
She tucked her head back down to her chest and ignored him, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms tighter around them as she did. She needed to calm but whatever he was saying seemed to wash over her. None of the sounds sunk in. Was he trying to help? Was he going to get her in trouble?
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Mar 1, 2018 20:34:55 GMT
In hindsight, Jasper wasn't really sure if he was expecting an answer to his question - it was more of a thing that had just instinctively slipped out of him. You see a person in trouble, you ask them if they need help - simple, easy. The only problem was, that it never really was that simple, was it? Because when you go to offer your help to someone on instinct without thinking about what's going to happen after you ask, and what situation you're actually dropping yourself into. What if he was inviting himself into solving a problem that he couldn't fix? Well then Jasper would feel terrible. And now as it was Jasper was faced with an uncomfortable silence of a girl who clearly didn't know what to say back to him. Which - fair enough, he guessed asking if someone who was basically crying 'Are you okay?' is pretty stupid, because clearly not -
But whatever - he wasn't going to flounder, because he had a purpose. This person was upset, and Jasper was going to make sure that she felt better, even if it was just a little bit. How, he wasn't entirely sure, because she wasn't really giving him much to work on, but he was confident he'd figure it out either way. Well, actually, less confident, but more determined. He'd muddle through until he got there, even if it meant stumbling a little at first. Transfiguration could wait, as far as he was concerned, and he'd almost forgotten his craving for a smoke altogether. He didn't know her, but he didn't like to see someone looking so distraught - he couldn't do anything but try to help.
"Okay, okay, yep, you're not okay - yep that's - okay yes," Jasper stuttered quickly, standing awkwardly where he was. He wasn't sure if he wanted to spook her by moving any closer just yet, but looming over her did feel a little uncomfortable - but he remained still for the time being. "You don't have to talk to me or tell me anything, I just want to help you and make sure that you feel a bit better." He swallowed a little before adding softly. "You really can tell me to piss off if you want me to leave you alone."
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Mar 8, 2018 0:28:04 GMT
Her head was hidden still, she realised, covered by the curve of her body as if in defence, but words started to make more sense to her the more the boy talked. He sounded.. concerned, but also a little panicked himself. As if he didn't know what to do with her. Same, she thought, I don't know what to do with me either.
Oddly, the fact he wasn't so sure of himself helped.
Eventually Lily started started to unfurl. Her breathing edging more towards a normal pace even as her heart rate still peaked. She knew her eyes were darting around looking for her bag, which must have made her look like some sort of trapped animal. And yet, the boy still hadn't moved.
She tried to look at him as she finally, finally responded, but her eyes were really struggling to focus and she was sure she hadn't succeeded in her efforts, "No," she was quiet, but firm, "Stay."
She gestured to the side with her head, hoping he'd take the hint and move further into the broom closet. There was definitely enough space in here for him to sit down if he was here with her for the long haul, or at least he'd be more comfortable leaning against something than just stood where he was. Also, whilst his presence was calming somehow, she was definitely still in flight mode. Him being stood in the doorway... well, she needed to know there was a quick way out should she need it.
She felt her lungs run out of air again and leaned back aimlessly, thankful when her shoulders rested against some shelves rather than her ending up lying down on the floor. Closing her eyes, she struggled to take any deeper breaths. Merlin, she'd never find that vial if she couldn't even see without winding herself up further. But she kept forgetting she wasn't alone this time, there was someone in there with her. Maybe he would help.
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Mar 16, 2018 19:00:16 GMT
In the long beats of silence that followed, Jasper wasn’t certain that he’d made the right choice by following the girl in here. Sure he’d probably been more than a little presumptuous to assume that she needed any help, or even at the very least wanted any. Running into a cupboard alone should generally mean you can infer a person doesn’t want to be interacted with. Maybe it had been foolish of him to assume otherwise. Not to mention arrogant - because what could he realistically offer a stranger? Granted, he liked to think sometimes people just needed a little help without asking, but maybe he was too forward in assuming he’d be the most helpful person to make someone feel better. Sure, he was usually good at this sort of stuff, but who was he to assume he’d be wanted or needed? Yeah - maybe he’d been way too hasty by running in here with her - what if he should have knocked? But then -
She started to move - at least, move purposefully, compared to the sort of shaking her body had been wracked with before - and her head lifted to look at him head on. Her eyes were unfocused, but the shocking bright blue of them seemed to shine even more with her glazed over look. Jasper was suddenly unspeakably sad, seeing this girl in such a state, and when she finally uttered the words to tell him to stay, something settled in him, and he knew he wouldn’t leave until this whole thing was said and done. “Okay,” Jasper said softly, moving forward a little. She seemed to be gesturing him away from the door and deeper into the cupboard, which he acquiesced with quickly. After a moment of deliberation, he sat down, and pulled his knees up to his chest, and watched her carefully.
He almost missed it, it was so quick and quiet - but after a beat he made sense of the whisper - bag. Shaking himself into action, he quickly looked around, and found her discarded book bag some way away. He grabbed towards it, and only paused when he considered - was it rude for him to look through her bag? Was that what she was asking, for him to look through it for her - or did she just want it passed to her? He spared a quick glance at her, and concluded she didn’t seem up to rifling through her bag if she could barely get out a request. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was meant to be looking for, but he opened it up all the same. “What am I looking for?” he asked.
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Mar 25, 2018 15:16:31 GMT
Lily was thankful when he moved away from the door, from the escape route she needed to know was there if she was ever going to be able to calm down. Honestly she was also a little surprised that he'd actually sat down. A deliberate move to imply he was staying this out. That was new. She wasn't used to anybody witnessing this type of thing. She was used to riding it out alone until she could eventually make it back to her dorm without causing a scene.
Her body still felt tight, but her brain was beginning to feel less... fuzzy. She knew the exhaustion would hit soon and she had no idea if she was going to attempt to make it to class after this or not. She couldn't remember if she'd missed any charms lessons yet, or how many if so... if the professor would let it go or if they'd tell McGonagall... or even write home.
She really didn't want them to write home. Her mother really didn't need that.
She looked up at the boy's question, blinking the haze out of her eyes as she realised he had her bag. Like she'd asked. An odd sort of relief washed through her, and she cleared her throat a little before she attempted to speak. She ended up croaking anyway, "Erm, there should be a vial?" A vial. Ha. Several vials. Oh shit, maybe she should be more specific, "Blue," she added.
There was a pause as she let him rummage, and she allowed herself to be thankful for a second before remembering the new potion she'd been working on.... "Light blue!"
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Apr 2, 2018 19:59:31 GMT
A task - having a task, something tangible to do - yes, he could do that. Not that he wasn't confident talking to people, because yes, he absolutely was happy to talk to people about their problems and have them leave the conversation feeling a little bit better about their lives. But things were a little different when the person he was trying to help seemed altogether unable to piece together a sentence, let alone have a full on heart to heart about what their current life issues were. So Jasper naturally grasped at this chance to help with a unique kind of enthusiasm his inner-Hufflepuff got whenever he was given the opportunity to help someone out. The girl gasped out a few words - stilted and somewhat forced, Jasper could tell - and even as he'd dived into the bag on her first command, he had to pause a few times thereafter to follow the train of thought that she was trying to communicate to him.
"Blue," he murmured eventually, when it finally seemed that she had finished with her instructions. "Light blue," he corrected himself, quickly after, much in the same manner as the red-headed girl had done herself. Quickly, but carefully, Jasper let a hand have a little rummage around the girl's bag, not wanting to come across something that he wasn't meant to. Your school bag was a sacred thing, he knew this, and even as a very open individual, Jasper could imagine the discomfort you'd feel on having someone entirely unknown to you having a fondle around all of your stuff. Still, even with this very emphatic efforts of courteousness, his interest couldn't help but pique as he finally did come across what he was looking for. His hand felt a glass vial, and upon a little look in the relative darkness of the cupboard he was able to discern that it might just be the colour they were looking for. "Blue!" he repeated again, cheerfully, pulling out the vial. "But is it the right blue?" he asked out loud, though mostly to himself, as he wasn't entirely confident the girl would want to reply.
He held the bag open at an angle that was a little closer to the light, and when he looked in again, he was only a little bit taken aback to find a few more vials than he would have expected in the usual (2nd Year's? 3rd Year's?) school bag. What on earth could she need them all for? He paused for a moment, blinking a little, before getting back to the task at hand, and pulling out another vial that, upon inspection, was a significantly lighter shade of blue than the one he'd first pulled out. "A lighter blue," Jasper said quickly, holding the right vial over to the girl. "I hope it's the right one, because it's definitely lighter than this blue," he held up the other vial a little higher, "but I'm not sure if there isn't another one lurking in your bag somewhere." He smiled kindly. "You have a lot of vials in your bag, I hope you know that."
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Apr 13, 2018 22:50:00 GMT
Watching someone rifle through your bag was an odd feeling, but especially when you didn't even know the person's name. Lily tried to imagine how she'd feel about it under more normal circumstances. She'd probably be annoyed, she knew that much. Whether she'd act or see how it panned out she wasn't sure.. but the fact of the matter was were she thinking straight they wouldn't be in this situation. Nobody would ever be going in her bag for her if she could manage it, or if she didn't desperately need something from it. She was just about with it enough right now to realise how dangerous this could be. She hadn't had many orders yet but word got around, and the rumour mill was definitely churning the 'there's someone who'll make you potions, for a price' vibe around certain Hogwarts circles.
For some reason though, she wasn't too concerned with the idea of this person finding out. It might be nice for someone else to actually know. She'd toyed with letting somebody else in on the secret, but she wasn't particularly fond of the idea of someone in her year knowing. Anyone else she could tell was family and that just brought on a whole other range of issues. But a stranger? That seemed.. safer. Somehow.
Lily zoned back in as the boy held a vial out to her, and sighed in relief as she realised he'd found the right one, "Its the right one," she confirmed as she took it from him with a grateful smile, pulling the stopper as smoothly as the slight shakes still rippling through her body would allow her to.
The relief was almost instant as her body responded to the affects of the brew. She could practically feel it rushing through her veins as she stopped trembling and could finally breathe again. Deep breaths filled her lungs rather than the shallow ones that had been preceding them.
She closed her eyes, revelling in the feeling of being in control again. "Yeah, I.. really like potions?" A weak response, she was aware, but it was all she had right now as her sense returned to her. It wasn't until she opened her eyes to look at him properly that she realised he was holding the other, darker blue vial too. He must have picked that one up first... "I, erm, wouldn't drink that. If I were you. I'm not 100% sure it does what I want it to do. Yet."
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on May 7, 2018 21:24:57 GMT
It seemed like it took an age for the girl to confirm whether Jasper had got it right, though in reality Jasper could tell it was only a couple of seconds for her to come back to herself a little. Her blue eyes were still unfocused and glassy as he held out the vial to her, but after an agonising moment, something like recognition flickered in them, and finally Jasper's stomach settled from doing flips. He wasn't exactly the ideal person to have in a crisis, given how terrible he is in high pressure situations - usually his instincts tell him to run for the hills, but it's a little different when he was trying to help a person feel better. Making people feel comfortable and relaxed was kind of his thing, so this situation when was a kind of awful mix of the two, and was making Jasper on the whole feel a little bit lost. But he would muddle through, because he wanted to help her, and finally, finally it seemed like he was doing something right because he had found the right vial.
Jasper couldn't help the soft smile on his face as the girl took it off him and drank it - he didn't know whether it had been relief or gratefulness, but she'd smiled at him before she'd started drinking, and Jasper felt warmed by it. That smile already was miles away from the look of despair she'd had and that he'd been so concerned by when he followed her in here. He was sure now, that all was going to be okay, and where he had been a little nervous about messing up a few moments ago, he now felt a little more settled in his ability to save the situation. The immediate crisis seemed to be passed, he thought as he considered her deep and regular breaths. Her whole aura seemed healthier than it had been before the potion, and now, Jasper thought, he could deal with this. If there was anything he could do with confidence, it was connect with people.
He didn't try to fill the silence at all as she came back to herself, happy to give the girl a few moments of peace as she gathered herself together. He was pleasantly surprised when she actually started talking - full, actual sentences, compared to the short and panicked words from before. This was a good sign - conversation was good - he smiled encouragingly as she spoke, until after a beat he took in what she'd just said - then he couldn't control his eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise. His eyes flicked to the other vial that was still clasped in his hand. "Don't worry, I don't usually drink suspect potions unless I've paid for them." Oh Merlin - bad Jasper! Don't talk to a baby student about that shit! He hurried on. "Not that - well - don't worry about it." He coughed awkwardly and turned the vial over in his hand as he looked at it. "What sort of potions are you making anyway?" he asked, intrigued. "I can't remember Morris giving out that much homework when I was - second year? Third year?" He looked at her as he hazarded a few guesses.
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jun 11, 2018 16:38:59 GMT
Lily was more aware of the boy now that she was responsive, and she actually found that his presence kind of helped the entire situation. The potion was still the key, she knew this - she knew that right now this was something her body needed and there was no shame in that for her. If anything there was a little pride given that she'd created most of the things that actually worked for her... but this was the first time she hadn't been alone as she came back to herself. That she could hear someone else's steady breathing pattern and not just an almost-deafening silence around her made it a totally different experience. She kind of liked it.
She was grateful he wasn't pushing her to talk, that he was giving her time to come back to herself - and that once he did speak it didn't seem like he expected anything from her. Weirdly that's what made her want to respond more. Especially when he mentioned paying for potions... she wondered if he'd bought anything from her, and she was mentally half way through her books before she realised she didn't even know his name. Hufflepuff, and age wise realistically anywhere from fifth to seventh year. She was shite with ages.
Lily coughed, clearing her throat before she answered any of his questions, "I brew a lot of things. Mostly stuff for myself, but also..." she made an effort to look him in the eye, wanting to see his reaction, "Stuff for others."
"I'm a third year, just, but yeah - Morris is chill," she could ask him his name too, she realised - but she wanted a name more, and social cues dictated she should probably offer hers first, annoyingly, "I'm Lily. What's your name?"
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Jul 12, 2018 10:29:46 GMT
As she seemed to settle, so did the air around them. Jasper became aware he was still crouched, and grasping that other blue vial in his hand uselessly. Carefully, he put it back in her bag, hearing a muffled clink where it rested against all the other potions and bottles at the bottle of the girl's bag. He's almost surprised no-one else followed her, if she had that much jingling at the bottom of her school bag - surely the noise would have turned people's heads at the speed she was going? Still, he mused as he took in the sight of her, all guarded and protective of herself, he got the impression that she was probably the sort of girl who preferred it that way, and took pains to make sure she didn't come to other people's attention. He had to wonder whether she was really even all that comfortable with him still being here. At least she was still talking to him, and not looking for an out to disappear to class now his usefulness had been expended - he didn't really want her to jet off before he knew properly that she was okay. It wouldn't sit well with him.
Tucking an ankle under himself, he moved from crouching to sitting on the floor as she spoke, crossing his legs and resting back a little on his palms. "That's cool," Jasper said honestly. He wasn't sure he'd ever brewed any Potions outside his classes and his homework, but he was the type of person that liked to hear about other people's passions, no matter how different they were from his own. There was something really nice hearing about other people talk about something that they liked - which this girl clearly did, given the apparent prolific nature of her Potion brewing. "I dropped Potions after my OWL last year - and I still don't think anyone else in my class then cared that much about making their stuff own stuff either. That's really cool."
And then finally, a name and an age to put to the Gryffindor face. Lily - which makes sense now that he thinks about it - James has a little sister called Lily, didn't he? And the ginger hair, perhaps should have been a bit more of a tip off as well. It was kind of hard to be a ginger and not be a member of that family in this castle. He wondered for a minute whether he should let her know that he knows her brother, as well as a fair few of her cousins - but he stopped himself before he said it out loud. Somehow he gets the feeling that she wouldn't feel comfortable with people she knew knowing about this whole incident, you know, given the fact that she was already trying to deal with it alone in a broom cupboard with no-one else's help but a nosey stranger. He'd probably just do well to keep that tidbit to himself. "I'm Jasper. Kirke," he adds after a pause, smiling cheerfully as he introduces himself. He sticks out a hand for her to shake. "Sixth Year."
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jul 21, 2018 23:19:14 GMT
Lily honestly hadn't realised he was still holding one of her potions until he put it back in her bag. It was one she'd been working on for a while but it still didn't do exactly what she wanted it to do - her aim for it was pure relaxation, but right now it was pushing it a bit too far and would make her fall asleep gradually. Some would argue this was still useful, but she already had several sleeping potions sussed out. She wanted zen, not zzzs.
He was sitting down properly now, and he seemed genuinely interested about the fact she brewed in her spare time. She couldn't help but shrug a little as he spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and she shuffled a bit herself, settling down a bit further, "There's no point keeping up with a subject if you're not interested in it," she assured him, its not like she was going to be offended that he didn't like to brew too - in fact it would be more weird for her if he had tried to discuss recipes or techniques for her. She definitely would have stopped talking if he had, to be honest, "I guess I just try to fill gaps in the market, really. The potions I make tend to be adjustments of ones that already exist but just... don't work exactly how I wish they did."
She grinned when he stuck his hand out, close to an actual laugh. She was only used to shaking hands with officials, and the formalness despite being sat on the floor of a broom cupboard amused her greatly. She leant over to shake his hand, "Jasper, a pleasure." A sixth year. A friendly sixth year, at that - so he probably knew James? And Rose. And Dominique, and Molly, and Fred... And that was only if he just knew her relations in his year, and not the ones in the years below. Merlin, they really were everywhere. But she hadn't given her surname so maybe he wouldn't ha- oh, who was she kidding. He'd have figured it out.
"Wait.. Kirke." Lily paused a little, she knew that name. He'd bought from her before. From that stupid ad on the bathroom wall with nothing attached to it but the number of an old broken quiv her dad had used when they'd first been invented and the words Got Potions? Hext The Thestral. A stupid marketing tool but he'd done it. Ended up buying a standard potion of some sort but then, more recently.... "How have you found the M then, Kirke comma J?"
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Aug 6, 2018 10:40:56 GMT
Jasper couldn't really say he knew many third years - it was kind of just one of those things in school, that because everyone grew up so quickly, age actually meant something, and the ages gaps between years felt strangely wide. It was kind of the done thing to stick to your year primarily for friendships, but Jasper didn't really tend to stick to that unspoken rule. He was a friendly, open guy, and was more than happy to make friends with whoever turned up in front of him whether they were in his year or not. But still, he couldn't say he ran in many social circles that had third years in it. He wondered whether he actually knew any at all - the more he thought about it, the youngest people he could say that he knew in Hogwarts were probably fourth years, and that was mostly because of his youngest brother. Maybe in his head he'd just thought of third years as...too young? He wasn't sure why he thought that, because the girl in front of him, while clearly young, seemed very serious and mature in a way that he definitely hadn't been when he was that age.
She did look young - there was a reason that he wasn't able to place her year beyond 'baby student'. It was just the way she talked and acted that made her seem more mature than Jasper would have potentially credited a younger year with. Which, in retrospect was probably very presumptuous of him, and he chided himself for it. Though, in his defence, his only frame of reference for how thirteen year olds acted were him, his friends and his siblings who were all different kinds of dicks in their own ways when they were that age. Plus, there weren't even kids in his own year that were able to talk so seriously about their studies like she was right then as she talked about Potions. It was almost strange, seeing such serious chat coming out of someone so small, but Jasper thought it was pretty cool. How sick was it that a kid her age seemed to have it together like that? You know, ignoring the whole fact they were sat on the floor of a cupboard and missing the beginning of their classes. But frankly, who didn't need to have a panic in a cupboard every now and then?
He nodded as she spoke - he wasn't particular sure what she meant about markets and the like, but he just nodded like he completely understood and let her talk. He wasn't exactly going to interject when she was getting into a flow. But then, she all of a sudden surprised him again. He stilled a little when she repeated his surname - he really was not sure what was going to follow her apparent realisation of who he was. Was she going to bring up him knowing her brother? Or cousins? Or could it be some other stuff entirely. Part of him blanched thinking she might recognise his name scribbled across the bathroom wall, and he felt a small sense of relief when she started talking about something else - followed by confusion as he tried to put together everything she was saying. Because - what? He open and closed his mouth a few times as his brain took a few seconds to catch up. And then it did, very suddenly, as he importantly realised what she was implying. "Oh shit," he said, blinking a few times. Finding gaps in the market, indeed - was this little kid the fucking Thestral? "Wait a minute - are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked, sitting up straighter again. "Was that you I bought that off?"
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Oct 3, 2018 0:27:50 GMT
There's was something Lily enjoyed about watching Jasper's thought process as he came to the, correct, conclusion that a third year was brewing recreational potions. She'd never gotten to see anybody come to the realisation before, and (unless something went horribly, horribly wrong) she wasn't going to get to again, either. She had a plan for how this whole potions business was going to go down, and it hung on the idea of anonymity. She hadn't been intending to let anyone know it was her. No way of faculty being able to trace it back, no way for her family to find out. Or the press. Ever.
She had a couple of years still to decide the best way to ensure the silence followed her well past her Hogwarts years, but she had ideas. Closing it down in fifth or sixth year would imply a student a few years ahead of her was the culprit, especially given the age she was starting. It would put the set up on a current 5th or 6th Year. Like the one in front of her... but, no. He'd already told her he wasn't good at potions. Plus, he was actually trying to help her. She didn't know Jasper, but she couldn't do that to him. Another option was to keep enough supplies stocked up in the castle to last a couple of years passed her leaving, hand it over to someone before she left until they dried out. It would thoroughly confuse anyone who might be trying to add it all up. But, really, she didn't need to be thinking about these things yet.
The Thestral. She was ridiculously proud of the name, which felt silly sometimes. But she felt it struck that perfect balance she'd wanted to create between the known and the unknown. A creature everyone knew existed, had viable proof that it was in front of the, yet most people couldn't see? It was like she wanted her business to be. Present, but invisible.
She nodded easily at Jasper's question. Lily found that having decided she was revealing her hand she had no choice but to be as honest as possible. She decided that if one person was going to know, then they could know everything. "Yeah, I keep a record," she'd be stupid not to, really. She needed to know who'd been sold what in case something went wrong. "I recognised your name."
"So, how was it?" Lily couldn't help but prompt, sitting up a bit as she did. She was probably coming across fairly eager, but that's because she was. So far the only person she'd been able to get feedback from was herself, and that wasn't entirely useful even though it had been necessary up until this point, "I've only actually sold like five vials of that so far..."
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