I love rock 'n roll [jack]

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I nodded, worried about spending this time with him. There could never be a more awkward conversation than one between two people who had to force themselves to say anything. What would Jamesy do? That wasn't the best question to ask, actually; he would most likely set off a pipe bomb or something close to it. Alright, what would Lil do? Not the best question either; she would be all over Jack, twirling her hair and flirting with him constantly. That wasn't me and I was quite certain that if I even attempted that route, I would scare him off. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Who knew? He and I could somehow become frineds - if we ever managed to speak to each other - and acting that way would cease anything before it even began.

"Yeah. I think we should eat." Just as I said that, the hostess came up and told us the wait would be a little while. We sat there in an uncomfortable silence, or maybe it was more comfortable, I couldn't be sure. Every time I thought of anything to say to him, I dismissed it, knowing it would sound idiotic. I was certainly not an idiot. Shy, yes, full of logic, yes, but not an idiot. Finally the hostess came back up and escorted us to the table. She had an odd look on her face,as if he was wondering why we weren't speaking to each other if we were on a date. The very thought of being on a date with anyone let alone Jack, turned me that infamous shade of Weasley crimson once again.

"What do you like to do, Jack?"

[/b] I took my seat, placing the cloth napkin onto my lap, a habit that had been drilled into me since birth. Malfoys simply did not let their napkin lay there on the table; it was far too improper and impolite. How, I couldn't be sure, but try telling Dad that. My Weasley family was a lot less about perfections, but even Grandmum Molly insisted that there be some sort of good decorum. "If you don't want to answer, please be aware of the fact that you don't have to." I gave him a small smile, trying to put him at ease. It was hard to do so when I couldn't even put myself at ease, but it didn't hurt to ry.




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LISTENING TO:: country station.
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[Jack Mercer]

there is a horror deep inside my soul
years i've tried to write over and over again
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Serenity soon came upon the Hard Rock Cafe. The huge, guitar shaped entrance lighting up now that it was getting dark out. The overcast sky from obviously the snow made it even darker, so I wasn't surprised they turned it on earlier then scheduled. There were some places in New York that the lights never turned off. I guess that is probably why it's called the city that never sleeps. It's bright outside all time times from all the lit up skyscrapers, casinos, buildings and decorations. It was such a loud town for someone as quiet as I was. It's almost strange that I would pick here of all places to live in. I was getting used to it though...even if I still constantly got lost, it was no different then how often I got lost in Detroit. I had been living there my whole life, so that was saying sometime. Even when I was going though my......foster care....years...I never left Detroit. That I'm grateful though for. I got to meet Evelyn that way. I got my family that way.

Serenity and I walked into the Cafe...I was glad we did. It was starting to get really cold outside. I wouldn't want Serenity getting sick for showing so silly lost boy around town.That would make me feel awful. To know that if I just let her got off and do what she probably really wanted she wouldn't have gotten sick. I would care less if I got sick. I wasn't that bad for me...It just reminded me how lucky I am that I am just sick...not somewhere else in a much worse state. I looked down at Serenity, and noticed her staring over at a crooked rusting gate. I wondered why she was staring at it. I didn't know why though..there wasn't anything past it. It did look quite odd though. Why didn't they just take the gate out? It was blocking anything as far as I could see. I don't know...maybe they liked it there. Who was I to judge? I realized that Serenity looked like she was deep in thought, so she was just probably day dreaming in that general direction. That happens a lot to me too...when I never knew what to say I just glanced around the room until I found something interesting. Then I would stare at it and day dream until someone snapped me out of it by speaking up...

"This is it."

I looked back at her once she seemed to snap out of it herself, and said something to me. I nodded, but unsure of what to say to that, I just kept silent. It wasn't as crowded as I expected it to be, but there was a decent crowd. I was thankful for that. I hated large crowds or people, but when places were just lightly crowded, I was fine. I was just...a really bad people person. And from as far as I could tell, Serenity was just as shy as me...so she probably was too. How great would that be? I was always used to just being dragged along with my brothers. They always did all the talking and such. Occasionally asking for my help. Sometimes I wondered why they brought me along in the first place. Though we were a really close family. This was one of the few times we were ever separated. I missed them a lot, but I'm sure soon one or all of them would be down here to visit me...It wouldn't be surprising at all. Especially if it was by Bobby. He was always able to figure out where I was constantly.

"What do you think?"

"I like it...It's uh...very nice." I told her honestly. I probably sounded like I didn't actually like it. I hated that it happened, but it just did. I could never be truly excited about things. It just...wasn't me I guess. "It's set up really...well." I said, knowing it probably sounded stupid. I was just trying to get into the habit of talking more around her so it wouldn't be so silent. I also just needed to get out of the habit of being so shy...hah...like that would ever happened. I have been trying to become more outgoing since I met Evelyn. I was just permanently stuck...as me. Jack. I could say this though...I ended up a lot better then I would have ended....

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NOTES !?;; I'm guessing that was a yes.
STATUS !?;; my only hope.
TAGGED !?;; Serenity (:
WORDS !?;; 750
OUTFIT !?;; awww-dorable.
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I nodded, worried about spending this time with him. There could never be a more awkward conversation than one between two people who had to force themselves to say anything. What would Jamesy do? That wasn't the best question to ask, actually; he would most likely set off a pipe bomb or something close to it. Alright, what would Lil do? Not the best question either; she would be all over Jack, twirling her hair and flirting with him constantly. That wasn't me and I was quite certain that if I even attempted that route, I would scare him off. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Who knew? He and I could somehow become frineds - if we ever managed to speak to each other - and acting that way would cease anything before it even began.

"Yeah. I think we should eat." Just as I said that, the hostess came up and told us the wait would be a little while. We sat there in an uncomfortable silence, or maybe it was more comfortable, I couldn't be sure. Every time I thought of anything to say to him, I dismissed it, knowing it would sound idiotic. I was certainly not an idiot. Shy, yes, full of logic, yes, but not an idiot. Finally the hostess came back up and escorted us to the table. She had an odd look on her face,as if he was wondering why we weren't speaking to each other if we were on a date. The very thought of being on a date with anyone let alone Jack, turned me that infamous shade of Weasley crimson once again.

"What do you like to do, Jack?"

[/b] I took my seat, placing the cloth napkin onto my lap, a habit that had been drilled into me since birth. Malfoys simply did not let their napkin lay there on the table; it was far too improper and impolite. How, I couldn't be sure, but try telling Dad that. My Weasley family was a lot less about perfections, but even Grandmum Molly insisted that there be some sort of good decorum. "If you don't want to answer, please be aware of the fact that you don't have to." I gave him a small smile, trying to put him at ease. It was hard to do so when I couldn't even put myself at ease, but it didn't hurt to ry.




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WORDS:: 404.
LISTENING TO:: country station.
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[Jack Mercer]

but i just thought
this wouldn't hurt a lot i guess not
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I was almost worried as to how this night would end up. More then likely, just awkward, short conversations as we both tried to figure out what to say or ask. Being shy was going to be the death of me, I was almost certain of it. Why couldn't I have ended up like Bobby? Oh, never mind...not Bobby. Jerry would be a much better choice. He was level headed, outgoing, and not shy in the least. But now...I ended up...like a Jack. Shy, quiet, nervous, and jumpy. I disliked these traits a lot, but to my digress, I have gotten used to them. Made the best out of them, at least I think I have anyway. I turned out as good as I could have ever turned out to be, thanks to Evelyn. I have no idea what would have happened to me if she hadn't taken me in. I doubt I would even still be alive at this moment. I probably would have died at the age of twelve, due to something unpleasant that once again occurred in one of the foster homes I was shoved into. I hoped no one else every had to experience what I went through. Even thinking about some poor kid ending up in the homes I was to sit through for months or even years.

"Yeah. I think we should eat."

I nodded, and I was about to say something, but a hostess came up to us and explained that there would be a bit of a wait. I didn't have a problem with it of course, but the silence was so uncomfortable. I wanted to say something. Anything. I just...I just couldn't. Don't ask me why, because I have no clue as to why I couldn't just speak up to a girl I have known for a while and ask her a simple question about anything in the world. I would probably just dismiss it with the excuse I am just to shy. But I still could have said something...oh well....The silence wasn't that bad anyway. Most of the time, silence was unsettling...but not here. Here it was pretty nice, but I do wish I would have asked a question to start up a situation. I sighed a little as I stared at the ground. Once I heard Serenity ask a question, I looked up. See, I could have just asked a simple question like that...nothing hard, not a stupid question. Just like...getting to know a person more question.

"What do you like to do, Jack?"

I paused for a second. What did I like to do? I have never thought about it really. I just did whatever I could, really. There were only a few things I was good at. Playing the guitar, playing hockey...singing, if you asked Evelyn. I don't like my voice that much. I guess it does fit my height though...it just makes me seem scarier and I almost want to laugh when people tell me I look slightly scary to them. I was about to open my mouth the answer, but I guess I was taking to long because Serenity told me I didn't have to if I didn't want to. I didn't think I was taking that long of a time, but maybe I was...I didn't pay attention to things very well anymore.

"If you don't want to answer, please be aware of the fact that you don't have to."

Maybe she was trying to lessen my nerves. I was to tense, but I have gotten used to that feel, as it's there most of the time. "N-no, it's fine..."

[/b] I said, trying to reassure her. It was just a simple question, it's not like she was asking me about something serious...like my past. "I uh...I don't really do to much. I uh...play the guitar....and I play hockey..."[/b] I explained, my voice quiet as usual. I wondered if that was a good answer. It sounded stupid in my head after I went over it, but I hoped it didn't sound to...off.

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NOTES !?;; sorry for the epic lateness
STATUS !?;; take only what you need from me
TAGGED !?;; Serenity (:
WORDS !?;; 673
OUTFIT !?;; definition of cute.
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I really felt like time just stopped as our conversation seemed to lag on. I didn't blame him; I simply couldn't think of a thing to say. Books, books were usually the only real topic that came up with me, unless one of my many Weasley cousins needed a helping hand in pulling a prank on one of our professors - my "cousin," Gina, was a better prankster, but having grown up with the Weasleys around and knowing Fred and George Weasley as uncles of sorts, it was inevitable for me to enjoy tricking people. Pranking a despised professor was the best, simply because it usually kept him or her out for most of the day, if not all. We had been caught once or twice, but after a scolding from Grandmum Molly and a secretive meeting with Uncles Fred and George - Uncle Fred did most of the talking, as he was sorely disappointed that his little girl hadn't had the decency to cover her tracks better like he used to - Gina and I were a lot more efficient. But I doubted Jack wanted to hear about my pranks, family, or anything like that, and especially not novels. So what could we possibly discuss?

Smiling, hearing him answer, I decided to extend the inquiry simply so we wouldn't sit here twiddling our thumbs and staring at our shoes. Feet were of the least interest, but everyone thought differently when trying to avoid some piece of conversation or just people altogether. Muggles were strange, although myself being half-Muggleborn, I rarely made the thought known. It was bad enough being teased by half of the Weasleys simply because they thought a rubber duck functioned quite differently than it actually did. Hadn't Uncle Harry once explained to Grampa Arthur that a rubber duck merely floated without any real function? Apparently, someone didn't quite get the notice. There was nothing really to tease, but the Weasleys found everything Muggle fascinating, even the tiniest, meaningless object. "You strum and play hockey? Oh, that's lovely. How long have you been involved in this particular instrumental endeavor?" I didn't want to humiliate myself by asking him my next question, but I couldn't help it. "I've been interested in learning hockey, but I'm a terrible klutz when it comes to sports; would you be willing to teach me?" I almost buried my head in the table, worried that he would now think I was extremely clumsy. I wasn't...but I was accident-prone at times...maybe more than "times."



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WORDS:: 422 a month later exactly...a lot more of epic lateness.
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[Jack Mercer]

no i don't want to hurt
but there is so much in this world
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I shifted from foot to foot, wondering of what to think, or say, or what would even happen if I had anything to say. It would certainly be one of the first times I ever spoke up without being asked something. Of course I wished it wasn't like that, but what could I do? I have been this way probably since he was five. I was..usually only able to answer questions. Rarely did I speak my mind because I figured someone wouldn't appreciate my opinion. I had learned that very quickly. You will sometimes regret opening your mouth, but you will never regret being silent. It's just a way of life for me. Say something someone doesn't want to hear, and surely you will get beaten down. Obviously Serenity wasn't one of those people, but those people were everywhere. It's better to just keep your mouth shut, and don't bother with anything. All throughout my foster care, I was always hiding. If someone left me alone for long, usually I would hide. Until the called my name, which sent that horrible feeling to my stomach and for my blood pressure to rise. In some houses...I wasn't able to hide. They would lock my in the basement, which was usually my room, or closets. I hate thinking about it, because it feels like I'm trying to pity myself. It's also a bit frightening to think about. I was just glad all of that was over now, and I had a family that actually cared about me, and I cared for them back. I have actually met some really nice people here...not a lot, since I don't communicate much. But there were a few. Serenity was one of them. It was pretty hard talking to someone as shy as yourself, but it was manageable...

I looked, trying to act casual, around the room. Probably for the twentieth time by now. But staring at my hands, my shoes, or anything...It might be a little weird. I rarely looked at Serenity, only a few times. I didn't want her to think I was staring, because staring was quite rude. I sighed and rubbed the back of my head again. Something I really needed to stop doing, because after a while people start to ask if my head it alright. It was sort of embarrassing when I had to admit that nothing was wrong...it was just something I did as a habit. I looked back at Serenity for a moment after I replied, and she smiled. Her smile was cute, I hadn't noticed it before. Maybe it was because I never looked at people when I talked to them, like stated before. I looked down again as she said something. It was rude to stare, Jack.

"You strum and play hockey? Oh, that's lovely. How long have you been involved in this particular instrumental endeavor?"

I nodded, then thought about her question. How long ago did I start playing. I remembered picking up Bobby's guitar one day, and just started playing. When he walked in and caught me, I was so sure he was going to hit me for touching his things. But he let me have the guitar, telling me I was a lot better then he would ever be. That was the first time I really talked to Bobby. How old was I...ten? Probably. "Uh..I think I was ten..." I explained, remembering how old I was when Evelyn brought me in her home. I think it was the second night I was there. I would be forever greatful to end up in the family I was in now. It wasn't big, but I am never good at crowds. It was perfect to me. I didn't need anything else.

"I've been interested in learning hockey, but I'm a terrible klutz when it comes to sports; would you be willing to teach me?"

I smiled lightly when she explained she was a terrible klutz. At least when it came to sports. I was clumsy always, bumping into people, getting lost, wandering off, dropping thinking, walking into things. It was horrible, most of the time. I always felt terrible it something fell, especially if it broke. When I bumped into people I said sorry about twenty times, but I doubted then heard all of the times I would mumble it before I looked up to see if they were angry or not. "Oh, uh sure. Yeah, if you'd like me to..." I spoke up, feeling stupid though after I said the words. I probably sounded like an idiot. Well, it's not like anything has changed...

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NOTES !?;; not so late, but a little slacked!
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WORDS !?;; 744
OUTFIT !?;; cutie.
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I knew I was going to start twiddling my thumbs if the conversation didn't pick up any faster, but I simply didn't understand why. I was always this quiet and Jack was obviously the same way - but then why did I wish that we could converse? I needed my Weasleys here, not wherever they were scattered at the moment. They would surely lessen this awkwardness between us. Glancing up at the ceiling, I attempted to count the number of tiles, only to decide that was useless seconds later. I moved my gaze to the floor and then tried to remember the last book title written down on my must-reads list. I believed Mum had recommended it and though I normally tried to avoid her choice of novels, this one seemed exactly what I was looking for. Books! Oh, books, the lovely novels I always held in one hand or the other. No, that wasn't right; I had already mentally shot down that idea before. Jack didn't need to know how much of a nerd I was. Hockey and guitar - he was so amuch more cultured than I was, though I attempted to be with all of my different reading material. Although I knew I would regret this later on, I decided I would most likely never see him again - although two chance encounters in the same park and my disbelief in coincidences made me slightly question that particular theory - and asked. "Read anything interesting as of late?" And there commenced the dorky truths; that I was merely a nerd. But as long as he didn't somehow discover my life as a witch, I knew this wouldn't cause trouble with the Ministry of Magic and not even with my family - just increase my level of humiliation.

It was even worse sitting there, waiting for a response with an idea of what he might be thinking. Oh, why wasn't I at home, cuddled up by the fireplace with a heavy hard-bound Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky? Even a smaller Dickens would suffice - but not here. Not in a strange place in a new city with a boy, of all people. It almost made me want to return to England, though I knew that was near to impossible unless the underground networks were perfected within the next few months. I hoped Goyle would pay dearly for his little slip-up, a slip-up that jostled the whole British wizarding lifestyle. I had trouble remembering that Dad used to be best friends with Goyle's father, though of course their friendship was abruptly ended when Dad fell for my mum, a Muggle-born. It was truly despicable how some Slytherins still thought, even after the demise of Voldemort - or, the Dark Lord. Mum always called him Voldemort and Dad would hastily correct her. It was amazing how afraid people still were, even after all of these years. Hagrid believed Voldemort had codswalloped at first, but that simply wasn't possible now. Everyone was there; they saw him die. Uncle Harry almost did but then Voldemort's wand backfired once more on himself. Shaking my head slightly, I realized I was shifting through my entire family's history when I should be paying attention to Jack. This was the time I really wished to be bold.

Then again, even though this was hardly a coincidence, I really didn't have to see him again if I humiliated myself beyond redemption. And what was to say he wanted to see me again? Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps he was used to girls who talked a lot more than him and didn't appreciate my quiet nature. Or perhaps I was worrying over absolutely nothing, but if that was so, why was I? I didn't worry. I was quiet, yes, and I preferred fiction to the real world, absolutely, but I wasn't a worrywart. And it seemed to me that I had done nothing but worry since I stepped into this restaurant. The food on the menu didn't look particularly enticing and I did have an early day tomorrow with double Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic, so perhaps I could take my leave. Since I wouldn't see Jack again and he was quite the attractive boy, I couldn't stop myself from staring. A few minutes later, it was as if Serenity Athena Malfoy had vanished from her human form and some other monster of an affliction took over. To my horror, I leaned over and kissed him, a quick peck on the lips. Once I regained my senses and my face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, I muttered an apology and quickly rushed out of the restaurant.



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LISTENING TO:: Nothing because Gilmore Girls scratched up. ):
CREDIT TO:: RORA @ HOS

[Jack Mercer]

at least there is nothing left
except all those memories i have
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She asks me if I have read anything good lately. Which I haven't. Books never really caught my attention. I also never really get time to read anyway. I don't have any books here in my apartment, and when I was in Detroit, despite my mother's large book shelves in the living room...My brothers were always dragging me off to do things. The books I did read were for when I was in school. Other times I would skim through magazines. But I could never sit down and read a book. The smallest noises would make me lose my place and I would lose all attention into the book, if I even had any. I tried to think of a answer to tell her. Something other than just 'no'. I tried to think of ways to rephrase it, and test each option I had. Why did I do this, which such a simple question? A question so simple almost everyone in the world could answer it in a second. Not me though. I had to spend like a minute trying to figure out what to say. Making sure it would come out wrong, or sound stupid. But I would say it in stutters and mumbles, still. It was just me being nervous, I suppose. Even though I would think through what I was about to say, I would still worry that I would end up saying the wrong thing. Something that would offend her or something. I was terrible at this... "No...not really. I don't...uh...I don't get much time to read." I told her. It still sounded stupid. Serenity probably couldn't wait ti get out of here. I wouldn't blame her.

Usually people who stick around try to 'help' me. Try to break me out of my shell, they tell me. I had no idea I was in one. This was just how I acted. I'm sure I would have been different. A lot different. If I wasn't left alone in that grocery store and put into foster care. If Evelyn adopted me sooner. Maybe I would be a little more outgoing, and less cautious. More talkative and less stuttery. But hey, that was just who I was. My brothers realized this a long time ago, and never bothered to try and change me. Just to make me feel like I belonged. I liked people like that a lot more. They treated me like nothing was wrong, while the people claiming I was to quiet and shy obviously wanted to change me to make me their version of better. I don't know. That's how I imagined it. Maybe I was being a little harsh about it. They just wanted to make me a better people person. Not change me into some better. I was over analyzing them. I always did that to people. I judged people to quickly by the way they looked at me. Most people looked intimidated at first. Some looked at me like I was a freak, others looked at me like they wanted to be my friend. Or maybe they were just trying to be friendly because I really did intimidate them. I knew I looked it...everyone told me I did. But i really wasn't. Not at all. I may look unapproachable, but right when you do approach me...the views about me probably change eighty percent. And when you really get to know me, even more than that.

I shifted nervously under Serenity's stare. Did I do something wrong? Or say something wrong? Did I look odd? I wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was because I haven't even picked up the food menu or paid attention to the waitress that greeted us. Maybe she began thinking I had some brain damage or something. I glanced over at her, but only for a second. I noticed her lean over, and I faced her to see was she was going to reach. But instead, she kissed me lightly. I was stunned. Why did she do that? Why would she do that? Did she like me or something? I would never have assumed that. She blushed immediately, said sorry and ran out. Why did she apologize? I forced myself to get up, and I ran after her. I didn't know why. I didn't have anything planned as to what to say. This could only turn out bad. "Wait!" I called out to her, trying to think of what else to say. What wouldn't sound stupid? Almost everything I say and do it stupid. I was able to catch up with her and get her to stop running. " I'm uh...why...I just...." dammit, nothing sounded right. Why couldn't I just think of something normal to say that might make her feel better? Did she feel bad that I didn't kiss her back? Maybe she thinks i dislike her? "I just...You're pretty." Oh yeah, that was the right thing to say. Perfect.

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NOTES !?;; nine days late!
STATUS !?;; what if the storm ends?
TAGGED !?;; Serenity (:
WORDS !?;; 841
OUTFIT !?;; aww.
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

You, Serenity Athena Malfoy, are a complete imbecile. How dare you kiss a boy you hardly know, one you have only come across twice? Firstly, you don't talk to boys, so surely you understand that you don't kiss them. He must think you are a complete simpleton and he is indeed right. What would your mum say? How long did it take her to have her first kiss? Her fourth year? So it took you longer, but as if Viktor Krum was hardly the proper choice for a first kiss. But you're one to speak because was Jack? And that's hardly the right question because he didn't even do anything in particular and you left him there. You kissed him and ran off without giving him any sort of explanation in the slightest. It's 'ladies don't kiss and tell' not 'kiss and run off.' Imagine what Jamesy or Lil would say if they learned of this latest event. Be grateful that they are nowhere around. And secondly, do you even know Jack's last name? No, you most certainly don't. This doesn't help in your favor. I always found it more than a little ironic that I could be so talkative mentally and so quiet verbally. I didn't even talk with my hands; any verbal expression was usually shown through some type of wandwork and written expression took up the rest. But it wasn't as if I could wave my wand in Jack's face, so here I was berating myself. At least it wasn't verbally; there might be some strange people in this city, but surely I would be considered even stranger if I started mumbling about magic.

I held my breath, hearing him race up behind me. He followed me? Why did he follow me? Did he want an explanation? He must want an explanation. What could I tell him? That I wasn't myself, since I clearly wasn't. That I thought he was a nice male and I simply had to see how his lips tasted? That was terribly far from the truth. I could always just stand here and shift around from foot to foot since I usually did that anyway, or I could hurry and Disapparate before he even caught sight of me. But no, it was too late for that, since I heard him breathing right behind me and if it was anyone else, I would recognize them. Muggles also popped up behind you, of course, but if it was magic-related, a large gust of wind would likely accompany the person and there was no wind - perhaps just a light breeze. I might as well tell him the truth, or at least some of it, since I could tell he was just as much at a loss of words as I was. I blushed slightly when he called me pretty. As the daughter of bushy-haired Hermione Granger and pale-faced Draco Malfoy, I wasn't often considered pretty or even remotely attractive. Then again, I didn't often speak to anyone outside of my family circle and Jamesy swore he would have to be Avada'd were he ever be nice to anyone, which of course didn't make sense in the slightest but try explaining that to him. The boy was way too obstinate. "You're...you're quite attractive, yourself..."

Did I honestly just say that? First I kissed him, then I called him attractive? I wanted to bang my head against some kind of wooden piece of furniture or perhaps a brick wall. I suppose I could always go back to the restaurant, proceed toward the entrance of Diagon Alley, and hit my head against that brick wall, but surely Jack would follow me and it wouldn't look very seemly for me to randomly hit a wall anyway. Blowing a small curl away from my face, I tilted my head downward slightly and kept my eyes trained on the ground as the blush spread all over my face. Did he really find me pretty or was that just an automatic response that he assumed would be appropriate after such an occurrence and absolutely crazy action? I looked up slightly and smiled just a bit. I didn't often smile, but I figured a slight one might help. "Merci." And now I thanked him, could I really not say anything beyond that? Something like "I wasn't thinking, I apologize for kissing you, I believe we should depart as friends and perhaps never see each other again?" Although to be quite honest, I didn't particularly like that idea. "Monsieur, as for what happened in the restaurant, you have my sincerest apologies and my reassurance that it meant nothing and I have no idea why I...kissed...you to begin with." I blushed harder from simply uttering the word. Surely Jack would be fine with it not meaning anything, right? Unless he wanted it to; oh no. I had quite the conundrum and no idea how to possibly solve it. I couldn't even Disapparate to ask mum, Grandmum, or anyone who might possibly know because then Jack would know I truly was odd.



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[Jack Mercer]

i had a way back then
losing it all on my own
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Once I finally caught up with her, I took a quiet, but deep breath. I hadn't ran that far, but when I do run, I have a tendency to hold my breath for whatever reason. I was never sure why I did...it was just another one of those things I did. I had no idea what to say, so I just mumbled out the first thing I thought of. I stood there, waiting for her reaction. She blushed and stared down at the floor. I did the same, as well as rubbing the back of my head. Why was I so terrible with girls? All of my brothers could sweet or smooth talk a girl for hours, where as I could barely manage to mumble out a word. You would expect that I would have picked something like that up from Bobby, but I never did. I was still the same shy, nervous kid. I looked at her when she spoke, telling me what I was attractive myself. My face blushed a little bit more, which I wasn't sure it could even do. I was sure my cheeks probably looked as red as a tomato by now. I took another breath, trying to make the blush fade away from my cheeks. But it was to no avail. I'm sure Serenity had gotten use to it by now, though. Maybe I should just give up trying to hide it, because it became of no use. Sometimes it even make me blush more, which was never a good thing. I paused, trying to think of something else to say, but all I could stutter was, "Oh...uh...t-thank you." I probably sounded like an idiot. Maybe she was used to that too. I have probably said stupid things all over today, since I have been around her. Usually other girls I just want to make up and excuse and turn to leave, as I'm to shy. But not around Serenity. I followed her down here...for some crazy reason. In most other cases... I would have let the girl leave while I sat there for an extra like twenty minutes, trying to figure out what just happened.

Serenity looked at me again, thanking me for the compliment I spoke earlier about. I smile lightly with embarrassment, but I was glad she thought it was nice of me to say...not idiotic or creepy in any way. At least I hoped not...maybe she was just pretending to like me and be my friend. I sure hoped not... But I was just being my paranoid self again...Serenity didn't seem to come off that way at all. And I'm sure if she really didn't want to talk to me she would have left already... unless this was her escape plan and I ruined it. I shook my head...sometimes I just think way to much for my own good. I looked around the area we were in...just down the road from the cafe, of course...but it was in the opposite direction from where we walked. I was trying to keep my mind off of the possibility of Serenity really not liking me at all, and if he kiss was trying to scare me off while she could get away from me. I wondered what even made me think that she would do that. She was to sweet to do that...I hoped. I wished I could just stop second guessing her...and myself. There was another bad habit of mine... I just needed to stop thinking. Just go with the flow and stop worrying about everything and everyone... It was going to drive me crazy if I kept wondering about things like that. I sighed quietly again, and stared down at my shoes. How could a guy of my height be so... shy, and nervous? Talk about irony... I sometimes wish I could be outspoken and spontaneous, but that was just something hard for me to do.

I wanted to say something... anything really. To relieve the tension we seemed to be having. I didn't have a clue as to what I could say. What could I change the subject to, as obviously our situation was really embarrassing. But... I didn't really mind it. It wasn't the kind of embarrassing...like you wished it never happened. Just what to say or do after wards. I wasn't mad at of, I hoped she didn't think I was. Them, Serenity spoke up again, which I was really glad for. Even she could think of something to say, while I'm just standing here, staring down at the ground. She apologized for the kiss, then went on to explain it meant nothing. I was sort of confused...did she do it on accident? I don't think you could do that. Maybe it was just something spontaneous she wanted to do... but I doubted that. Sort of...I wasn't sure what to think. " Oh no... it's fine... I uh...yeah... don't worry about it." I told her, trying to reassure her, and myself, that it wasn't a big deal. I didn't mind the kiss... it was actually really nice. I blushed as I thought that, and looked down at my feet again. I rubbed the back of my head again as I shifted from foot to foot. "Would you like to um...go back inside?" I asked her, hoping she would say yes. Maybe we could put this little moment away and just have a good time tonight. Hopefully...I prayed that I wouldn't be thinking about it the whole entire time we are there. Which I probably would be...but that's because... I didn't even know.

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[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I noticed he didn’t say anything for quite a while: unusual, no, but not exactly helpful either. It wasn’t that I was angry with him for not saying anything – a shy person almost always understands his or her fellow shy person better than anyone else – but I did wish that he would. We had only come across each other a couple of times, perhaps more that neither of us realized, but I still felt like I knew him relatively well. Ironically so, since we hadn’t exactly shared an insane amount of information about ourselves. It crossed my mind that he became even cuter as a blush fell across his cheeks, deepening every the every few words he spoke, his face becoming almost the exact shade of Aunt Ginny’s whenever she was humiliated by something or other, though not quite as much as Uncle Ron’s. Had he actually managed to become the same color, I would have wondered if he wasn’t secretly a Weasley himself and of course, that would have set off a flurry of questions, none of which he would answer and I would only retreat into further embarrassment. I didn’t need to confuse him further by inquiring of the last time he Flooed to the Burrow or his thoughts on the Apparition effect.

Smiling softly, I decided to try to make him feel less uncomfortable, if at all possible. This was quite the difficult task, as it wasn’t as if I was particularly serene in this situation myself, but it was always worth a try. “You’re welcome.”

[/b] Two simple words, but I was sure Jack knew the significance of those words as much as I did…that they actually came from someone who preferred to keep as silent as possible unless answering questions in Transfiguration or Charms. Grandfather used to think that I wasn’t even a Malfoy, as Dad had talked a lot more growing up, and Mum too for that matter. But when it all came down to it, I figured out ages ago that it had nothing to do with genetics. It was simply surroundings, and as it was, I didn’t like to speak up in mine. Granted, this gave me the consistent name of teacher’s pet, since I only ever answered questions, but I felt proud to follow in Mum’s footsteps. “Okay…”[/b] Of course I would continue worrying about it, but it didn’t hurt to let him think otherwise if he so chose to. It wasn’t like I was outright lying to his face….or was it? “I suppose we ought to, shouldn’t we?”[/b]

It was dreadfully cold out here; another reminder I should have stayed indoors, preferably after not having kissed Jack. But it was too late to erase time, unless I could somehow acquire a Time Turner. The chances of that were highly unlikely, as the fight at the Ministry when Mum and Dad were still in school had destroyed all such devices, for generations to come. I glanced down, suddenly remembering I was still wearing his jacket. Why had that slipped my mind? “Don't you want your jacket back?”[/b] Surely he must be freezing. I was used to cold in England, and snow too for that matter. It seemed to me that New York’s weather wasn’t anything compared to back home. Maybe that was just my thought. I considered for the briefest of moments leading him into Diagon Alley instead of back to the restaurant, and quickly shook my head. What in the world? I wasn’t this careless! I wasn’t about to spill the secrets of the Wizarding world to a mere Muggle, whether I was half one myself or not. Besides, I had the brains of Mum and the cunning spirit of Dad; I could easily hide my secret from Jack if I tried hard enough. At least I hoped so, because I think I liked him. Really liked him. Of course, Jamesy would never let me hear the end of it if that belief came out. And I didn't dare tell Lil...those two would never understand that I really liked him as a friend, and nothing more.

Hesitating only a moment, I took his hand without a backward glance and led us back into the restaurant, refusing to look at the waiters or hostess. If people wanted to stare, they could. There wasn’t anything for them to gossip over and it wasn’t like Rita Skeeter was around to splash this scenario all over the Daily Prophet. At least, I hoped she wasn’t, but if she had somehow camouflaged herself to the building’s interior, Mum knew a thing or two about how to shut the lying witch up. A secret or two about a specific beetle always helped. I was shocked that Mum could keep it to herself all these years, but I supposed she liked the idea of holding something over Skeeter's head. I knew I would, but at the same time, I didn't enjoy spreading gossip like Uncle Ron's ex, Lavendar Brown, or Aunt Ginny's close friend, Parvati Patil. I always called them by their maiden names; force of habit, I suppose.

Concentrating back on the little conversation we made, I figured it was only polite for me to bring up another topic. Dad wasn’t too fond of Muggle entertainment, but luckily Mum refused to let her children be ignorant. “Seen any brilliant movies as of late?”[/b] A random, pathetic question, but at least I was talking. Although I was sure Jack would prefer not to. Hopefully I wasn't making him even more fidgety. But how were we ever going to get to know each other if we remained in our closely sewn shells? And, thinking on it, I realized that I did indeed want to get to know him. It never hurt to have a friend in a foreign city.



(You didn't count, so I won't....
DON'T! grrrrr)

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[Jack Mercer]

lost memories grew into trees
cover the door swallow the key
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I stood there, staring at the ground. I shifted my weight from foot to foot again, wishing for something to say. I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't make me look like an idiot. I guess it didn't really matter much anymore though, no matter what I did around Serenity I looked like and idiot. After I thanked her for the complement, she said you're welcome. I looked up and smiled at her a little. Girls always told me that my smile was adorable, and just remembering that made me blush and look down again. I wish there was a simple mind trick that would make it look like I wasn't blushing. I wasn't suppose to blush. It just wasn't something guys were suppose to do. Wasn't I suppose to make her blush? Not the other way around. I felt the heat from my face fade away, and I figured the redness from my face had gone away. That's what I hoped for at least. I looked back up and took a deep breath. Remembering that kiss made me want to quickly look down in nervousness, but I didn't. I rubbed the back of my head and took a quick glance at our surroundings. Nothing had changed since I did it about five minutes ago. I sighed to myself, trying to calm my nerves. It didn't work.

She replied to my question, and I gave her a nervous laugh and smile. It was getting cold outside. The wind chill was cutting through the fabric of my long sleeve shirt and the snow was seeping through. I wouldn't say anything about it though, I wanted Serenity to have my jacket right now. She needed it much more then I did. Plus I lived in Detroit my entire life up until recently. This weather was pretty nice there. This is what would be happening around the middle of fall. I tried to think of something to say. Did I just start walking back? Would that look weird? Anything I do would probably look weird. I looked down at my feet, back to the Hard Rock Cafe up the street, then back to Serenity. I wanted to say something, anything. She beat me to it though, again. She asked me if I wanted my jacket back. I shook my head. "Oh... no, you need it. I told her, then paused and added something else the the sentence. "More than... uh... I do anway." I finished, giving her another slight, nervous smile.

I stood up straight and stretched a little bit, as I felt my muscles tighten from the cold. Why was being around a girl so difficult for me? It was even worse when the girl was nice, and attractive. It was the worst, actually. I could barely talk without a stutter, or mumble. I was doing every single one of my nervous habits, often too. I wish I could just relax around a girl. Know what to do and say. That's just not the person I was though. I was just about to take a step back and start to lead the way back inside the Hard Rock Cafe when I felt Serenity's hand take mine. It almost startled me, as I wasn't expecting it. The action was almost out of character for her... or maybe it wasn't. I didn't reject though, I followed her back inside the Cafe, her hand in mine. I noticed some of the peoples expressions. Mostly curious of what just happened, but I didn't really mind. I was confused myself, but I wasn't going to ask what just happened. I didn't mind it at all. It was.... sort of nice, actually. I blushed thinking about it. I wish I could stop blushing.

Her hands were really soft, I noticed. She let go of my hand, as we sat down at the table, and I tried to think nothing of it. Unfortunately, though... it was all I could think about. Serenity was... really pretty. I glanced at her, then I figured she might consider me creepy if she thought I was staring, so a glance was all it was. I looked back down to the table, then around the cafe. I tried to get my mind of her, but it wasn't working out the way I'd like. I just thought about how different she was from most girls. She was sweet, and smart. Shy but... somewhat outgoing it looked like. She was less shy than me at times, which was a good thing. My thoughts were cut off when I heard her voice, and I looked back at her. She asked if I had seen any good movies lately. I shrugged. "No... I don't really uh... get... much time to see movies." I told her honestly. I really wished I was a more interesting person. I wanted to bring up a topic, but I was just... terrible at it. "Um... how about you?" I asked her, trying to keep the conversation going. I really hoped I would be able to. I kept looked at Serenity, hoping that it was an appropriate time and that she wouldn't think of me as weird. It was a normal thing right, to look at the person you are talking to during a conversation. She wouldn't think I was staring. Actually, she probably never had. It's probably all just in my head and I'm over thinking like I always do. I sighed and smiled at her before looking back down at the table.

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STATUS !?;; dancing around the memory tree.
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[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

He laughed about what I said and I immediately wished I could take it back. What if it had sounded stupid? I was the smartest witch in my year, just as Mum had been, yes, but at the same time, I never knew how to talk around guys. I always melted into a simpering puddle if I wasn’t careful enough. Jack smiled about the jacket, which I assumed meant that he wanted me to hold onto it, at least for now. That gave me a little bit of confidence because surely he wouldn’t want me to use his jacket if he thought me a simpleton. He said I needed it more than he did, which I could think of a million arguments for, but I stayed quiet. However, I still felt awful about taking his main source of warmth, so I shook my head as soon as we got back into the restaurant. "No…it was a lovely gesture, thank you, but it’s yours.” I handed his jacket back over to him and looked down to make up for the talking I had just done. I didn’t need the jacket while we were back in the restaurant anyway, although I suppose that meant he didn’t particularly need it either. Besides, I could always conjure up my own jacket, if I was able to get away from him for a minute or two. Currently, I didn’t want to do that and I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t usually enjoy being around a male that I would only end up embarrassing myself in front of.

Even sitting in the restaurant again, I couldn’t understand why I had taken his hand when I was already so humiliated about kissing him. He must think me the most forward of creatures. I wasn’t, but I kept surprising myself and not in a way I liked. It would probably be better to return home and do nothing but study, allow myself to be lost in my books and manuscripts. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stand up and leave again. What if he chased after me as he had before? I didn’t want him to think I was a coward, or one of those irritating girls who insisted on being a damsel-in-distress with everyone they came into contact with. You would think having a wand and the power to disarm someone with only a stick would keep them from being so, but apparently not. He glanced at me for a minute and I smiled at him before blushing and hoping insanely that he hadn’t noticed. There were too many times that I felt so glad I wasn’t a Weasley because then he would certainly notice and that wouldn’t be acceptable. Just like it wasn’t acceptable that I tended to blush more than even Uncle Ron’s and Aunt Ginny’s kids did. I don’t think Dad appreciated that too much. I don’t think Mum did either, for that matter.

I shook my head in answer to the question he directed back to me. “Unfortunately, I have not.” I wanted to catch the latest Blythe Diggy Smyther, a fascinating documentary on the lives of free house-elves, but it was only in select places in wizarding London and right now, had no intention of moving to America. I once again found myself wishing Goyle had received a more appropriate punishment for exposing an entire wizarding world. How on earth had it been possible for one simpleton to do so? I couldn’t be completely infuriated because America was a lovely place and it was nice to have met Jack. But, nevertheless. I realized he was quiet and likely expected me to be the same, but I still felt awful about not speaking more. Couldn’t there be anything else it was essential to cover? I couldn’t tell him about my heritage or my family, at least not any part that included the words “wand,” “magic,” “halfblood,” “pureblood,” “Muggle,” or any other such word that would have him sending me to the nearest sanitarium. However, I suppose I could ask about his family. Sitting here in quiet would be a better option, but I didn’t want him to think I was rude and that I preferred silence over hearing him speak.

“Um…do you…do you have any siblings?” I mentally kicked myself right after. Could I say anything other than “um?” Mum had been shy in school, but not outside of it, and Dad was far from an introvert. Neither of them could understand exactly how I was as shy as I was, just like I couldn’t. It was easier to be with books, no talking required. With people, I always felt awful if I didn’t try to hold a decent conversation but at the same time, was embarrassed throughout the entire interaction. “Or…you don’t have to tell me.” I flushed, interested to know, but also not wanting to make him uncomfortable by making him think he owed me an answer. He didn’t owe me anything. The waitress came by, an impatient thing scarely a year or two older than me and I ordered a cheeseburger, some fries, and a chocolate milkshake. On second thought, maybe Jack would think I was a slob, but I hadn’t considered this until the waitress left and so I looked down at the table again. Perhaps I should have just gotten a small salad and a water like Lavendar’s children often did. It wouldn’t do to have someone think that I ate like a pig. I never expected to enjoy cheeseburgers, thinking they were just another greasy American custom, but they were actually quite good and I only got them every now and then anyway.



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[Jack Mercer]

lost memories grew into trees
cover the door swallow the key
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Serenity rejected my offer again about her keeping the jacket for now, and I wasn't sur what to say. I really wanted her to have it, I grew up where it was cold, I would be able to do just fine without a jacket for a while. Serenity wasn't a warmly dressed as I was though, so she could use it much more then I could. I wish I could figure out a way where she would accept it, but I wasn't to good at that. I wasn't charming, or smooth in the least. My brothers got those genes, and no matter how much I tried to be like them, or no matter how much they tried to shape me into a confident person, it just never happened. I was never brave around girls, they especially made me nervous. A terrible trait that would never go away, I assumed. I nodded shyly, and accepted the jacket. We were going back in the restaurant anyway. It was warm in there, she wouldn't need it. If we were to leave again... I don't know where we would go, but if we left, I'd try again to have her wear it. It was weird and unusual for me, but I really did hope we did something else together after this. Usually I'd be running away when the chance came, but... not this time. I was aware that I could start to like Serenity, maybe I already have... and it was kind of taunting.

I couldn't get the kiss off my mind, and me going after her to try and stop her from leaving... that wasn't like me either. In any other circumstances, I'd probably just let the girl leave. There was something different about Serenity though. She wasn't like other girls and I really appreciated that. I kept surprising myself. I was never forward with girls, not even in the slightest. Yet I had accepted Serenity's invitation to come here, when I could have declined and left. Then, I went and stopped her from leaving when I could have just let her leave. I looked from the table, to back up at her, to around the room, and then finally back again to looking down at my hands that were set on the table. I wished I could come up with a topic. Any topic, I didn't care. Something to talk about, I wanted to get to know Serenity more. I suddenly wished that Bobby was here to tell me what to ask her about. Angel would know exactly what to say, and how to phrase it perfectly to what the girl wanted to hear. It would have been nice to have been blessed with traits like that, but I wasn't anything like them. Serenity spoke up to answer my question, she hadn't seen any movies either. I began to hurriedly try and think of a conversation I could bring up. What was it that Jerry always told me I should find? Common interests, right? I just wished I knew Serenity's interests, period. I could tell she liked reading, but I never really had to much time for that, growing up.

Serenity spoke up again, and while I was glad, I felt sorry that she was always the one to bring up a topic. I wish I could for once... but I didn't want to spend to much time in an awkward silence waiting for something to come to mind that we could talk about. I didn't want things to be awkward.... because I at least wanted to remain good friends with Serenity at least. I mean, not at least. I just wanted to be friends, right? The kiss meant nothing, like she said before. Serenity apologized for it, so why couldn't I just forget about it like she has? She asked about me family and I gave sort of a small, sad half smile. She then spoke up again and told me that I didn't have to tell her. I shook my head, and spoke up,"I have three brothers, Bobby, Jerry, and Angel." I told her, wondering if I should mention that I am adopted. Maybe she would find it interesting, a lot of girls had in the past. Serenity... she wasn't like those other girls though.

I paused, looking up from my hands to look at Serenity briefly. "I'm adopted...so, uh, I don't have that big of a..family." I said, trailing off and hesitating here and there, like I always did. Always would. I wondered if I should ask her the same question, but I felt like I had been doing that to much. Maybe I should give her a chance to respond first, then maybe I could ask. What if she didn't want to talk about her family though? If she didn't want to maybe I could just ask her what she liked to do, that could be a good conversation started. I exhaled very quietly, I wished that it wasn't so hard to be around girls. I ran my hand over the back of my head, my old habit resurfacing probably for the twentieth time today. The waitress came over and took our orders. Most girls would just order tea and a salad, it was... really nice to see that Serenity was even more unusual then I had originally thought. Unusual in a good way of course. I ordered a cheeseburger and fries just the same, as well as a Dr.Pepper. It had been my favorite drink since I was a child. I looked back up from the table to look at Serenity, and I gave her a small shy smile.

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[Serenity Athena Malfoy]

I didn’t even like asking these many questions and I was sure he was starting to wonder why I was being so forward. This wasn’t me. I certainly didn’t sit and make idle chatter with any males, especially cute ones. That was Lily’s job, not mine. She often played my wingman of sorts, deciding she could do a better job than I at getting boys interested in me and she was usually right. Nevertheless, I didn’t care if men were interested in me. I had never been one of those foolish girls who daydreamed about their prince. There were more important things in life, like freeing house-elves and absorbing all knowledge that one could. However, with Jack, it was almost as if none of those things mattered and I wanted to know why. I couldn’t possibly be interested in this boy, could I? Maybe not boy; he was surely a few years older than me, if that. Lily would never be quiet about this if that was the case; she could read my expressions far too well for my liking. James too, for that matter. I was sure Albus would be the exact same way one of these days, although hopefully he would turn out nothing like his brother. To say it was irritating was a severe understatement. It was downright loathsome and there wasn’t really anything I could do about it. Showing emotions so easily wasn’t a Malfoy trait. Dad swore I got it from Mum and Mum swore she had no idea what he was speaking of. I think it might have just skipped a few generations and then landed in me.

“And you’re close with them?” It was only polite for me to answer. I had asked, he had responded, so therefore, I should show the same courtesy. His brothers sounded like they would be an interesting lot to meet, based on the names alone. Angel, that was a nice name. Didn’t sound Muggle though; was it possible that Jack was also a wizard? Surely not. “Did you…know your…um…biological family?” Mum would scold me if she were here, saying something like that wasn’t for me to ask. Tact had never been my strong suit. I could be the quietest of all, but when I did speak, I was as blunt as possible. It was why I normally left speaking only to answering questions the professors attempted to trick us with. None of them had succeeded in tricking me yet, which made both my mum and my dad proud – even Grandfather. Grandfather was rarely proud of us, his old pureblood standards still held so high even after Voldemort’s defeat. Grandmother, on the other hand, shocked everyone – especially Mum – when she was so welcoming. It was pleasant for me; my life wouldn’t possibly be as good without my beloved Grandmother involved and I knew how much Father loved his mum.

He ordered his meal and I glanced at it, without realizing I was smiling in approval of his choices. I hoped he didn’t think that I had to approve. I didn’t, it just happened. “Is…is Dr. Pepper…caffeinated pepper?” It was a peculiar name, that Dr. Pepper. Americans had some peculiar names when it came to items. Some were straightforward, like cheeseburger, but then hot dog? Who came up with such a name? The waitress handed over my own food and I bit into the delicious burger, inwardly thanking whoever for the break in questions. He must think I wasn’t as shy as I seemed at first, that I pretended to be quiet so the guys would fall for me. I would never be that kind of girl, but Jack didn’t know that and I didn’t know what he might be thinking. It made sense if he did, since I had questioned him quite a bit in our time together. As much as I tried to figure out why I had, I still didn’t know and I realized that I probably wouldn’t. There was just something about him…something that made me want to talk more than I ever had…but then there was always something else that held me back and kept me from doing so. There was always something holding me back from speaking up if it didn’t involve displaying my vast knowledge. I wasn’t surprised.

The cheeseburger was not only a nice distraction, it was absolutely incredible. Britain really should have these cheeseburgers around and if we were ever allowed back into London, I would be sure to petition the Ministry of Magic until they supplied these fascinating treats everywhere. Hogwarts students would love these on the train ride over, or back. Of course, to get cheeseburgers so popular back home, everyone would have to admit that Americans could do something right. It always amazed me that the Ministry of Magic turned out to be more accepting than the Muggle prime minister but on the other hand, maybe it wasn’t that surprising. After all, M.O.M. had several creatures to rule over and the prime minister only had one species, plus whatever poor creatures were locked up in zoos or circuses. Mum had taken me to the circus once and I was horrified to see lions parading around under someone’s hand, rather than being free like nature intended. She never took me to the circus again and then said I was too much like her. Of course, when I was fighting for the house-elves, that was a good thing, but when I was fighting for imprisoned lions, it was a tad bit annoying. Mum often didn’t make sense, but Father seemed to understand her; oddly enough, since they both said how much they loathed each other while in school. You wouldn’t know it now. You would think they had been in love since they were little kids.



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