Post by Jac Shaw on Sept 6, 2009 8:41:47 GMT
After a particularly harsh scolding from her mother - the sort you can't escape, even after you've moved out of the house - Jac had taken the initiative and traveled up to Scotland to visit her surrogate sister, Grace. Grace had missed the family reunion because of an important Quidditch game in Belgium and Jac hadn't seen much of the Hufflepuff the last few times she'd come to visit Jackson. It had never suited her schedule to make two visits when she came up and Jac's boss was very particular about her sticking to his schedule. Besides, Jac knew that if she was to visit Grace it would be hours before she would be able to leave and Jac didn't exactly have hours to waste ...
In all honesty, Jac had been avoiding Grace. A few days before Jac's wedding, Grace had come to her with confession and this had left bad feelings with Jac. She wasn't too young to marry, she had pointed out, and there was no snow ball's chance in hell that her love for Jack and his for her would ever change. Jac had stormed out of the house and didn't come back for a few hours. And now, months later, Jac was still feeling awkward about it. Grace had been her best friend since Mrs Biggerstall had taken an interest in Grace's case and now? What had changed? As Jac stood in the bustling main street of Hogsmeade she didn't know. She began pacing up and down, thinking.
Since she had married a few months before, Jac had been growing her hair and now it hung to just below her shoulder blades. She still adorned the violently orange colour but today she had some yellow streaks in her fringe. A wind blew the hair into her face and she absently blew at it. It flopped back to where it was. Jac stopped pacing, waved it out of her eyes, frowning intently, and resumed her pacing. Her long black coat was buttoned up against the chilly wind that blew, even though the sun was shining. Its rays weren't warm. Jac sighed and stopped again. She rolled her shoulders, looking straight ahead at the door to the Bird, and took a deep breathe, letting it out slowly.
What are the chances... Jac thought, that she hasn't noticed my avoiding her? She knew the answer but she had to tell herself anyway: slim. Shaking her head, Jac looked down at her feet. Her knee high brown boots had an inch-thick layer of mud on them that she wasn't sure where she'd gotten it. Great! she groaned audibly, now I'm going to get mud all over her clean floor and it's just gonna annoy her even more ... This was not how she wanted to do this. In fact, she didn't want to do this at all.
But. There was always one of those, wasn't there? She had to. For one, her mother would more than likely skin her alive if she didn't at least attempt to talk to Grace. For another, it would let her know where the two stood because where she was at that very second, Jac only knew that the mud was there, not where she and Grace were. Best friends, once upon a time, right? Right? So why was this so difficult. Jac continued to stare at her feet for a moment longer.
In all honesty, Jac had been avoiding Grace. A few days before Jac's wedding, Grace had come to her with confession and this had left bad feelings with Jac. She wasn't too young to marry, she had pointed out, and there was no snow ball's chance in hell that her love for Jack and his for her would ever change. Jac had stormed out of the house and didn't come back for a few hours. And now, months later, Jac was still feeling awkward about it. Grace had been her best friend since Mrs Biggerstall had taken an interest in Grace's case and now? What had changed? As Jac stood in the bustling main street of Hogsmeade she didn't know. She began pacing up and down, thinking.
Since she had married a few months before, Jac had been growing her hair and now it hung to just below her shoulder blades. She still adorned the violently orange colour but today she had some yellow streaks in her fringe. A wind blew the hair into her face and she absently blew at it. It flopped back to where it was. Jac stopped pacing, waved it out of her eyes, frowning intently, and resumed her pacing. Her long black coat was buttoned up against the chilly wind that blew, even though the sun was shining. Its rays weren't warm. Jac sighed and stopped again. She rolled her shoulders, looking straight ahead at the door to the Bird, and took a deep breathe, letting it out slowly.
What are the chances... Jac thought, that she hasn't noticed my avoiding her? She knew the answer but she had to tell herself anyway: slim. Shaking her head, Jac looked down at her feet. Her knee high brown boots had an inch-thick layer of mud on them that she wasn't sure where she'd gotten it. Great! she groaned audibly, now I'm going to get mud all over her clean floor and it's just gonna annoy her even more ... This was not how she wanted to do this. In fact, she didn't want to do this at all.
But. There was always one of those, wasn't there? She had to. For one, her mother would more than likely skin her alive if she didn't at least attempt to talk to Grace. For another, it would let her know where the two stood because where she was at that very second, Jac only knew that the mud was there, not where she and Grace were. Best friends, once upon a time, right? Right? So why was this so difficult. Jac continued to stare at her feet for a moment longer.
