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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jun 13, 2007 22:55:11 GMT 10
Mariana had been looking for Jay everywhere, she had noticed he had not been to class lately and was a little concerned for him. She had hoped he was not avoiding her, and she was sure something more had occurred during their little meeting the other morning. Something that had been beyond her capacity to comprehend at the time; she was so messed up at the moment.
From there the rumours had begun and she had heard and defended a great bulk of what had been said. In one case she had even cursed a young Ruberagon; something unexpected of her, but something she felt necessary when the Ruberagon had mentioned how he thought Jay was the murderer, though was disappointed that he was not in Ruberagon. Mariana had proceeded to tell the boy exactly what she thought of Jay wanting to be in Ruberagon before she had cursed him with a monobrow hex that made his forehead expand to the size of a watermelon and sprout the thickest crop of tangled black and grey hair.
Mariana fled from that scene before anyone had thought to summon a Professor.
She moved through Saphricorn Village heading for the horses stables. She had not been there since her duty to feed them was over. She was not entirely sure whose responsibility it was now, and to be truthful, she missed them. She noticed at once that none of those ducks were around, this must mean Jay was no where around.
Or was he?
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jun 19, 2007 2:31:22 GMT 10
“I know you guys don’t understand a word I’m saying but thanks. Interrupted solitude is always made fun when you have your own little squadron of ducks. I appreciate the help you guys have given me lately”
A voiced floated along the path before the body of whom it belong to appeared. Jay, as part of his punishment because a stern talking to was not harsh enough, was to take on the care of the Horses, Pigs, Crups, and Ducks. Considering the fact that the Ducks seemed to only eat when he fed them, he had volunteered for that duty year round. The aforementioned ducks, as per usual were following him around as they now did anytime they saw him on the Saphricorn Plains, although more than once they had tried to follow him to class after being fed which had resulted in him being twenty minutes late to his class which had been Care of Magic Creatures so thankfully he had no been given detention.
With his wand extended and levitating two premixed bags of Horse feed, three buckets of mixed slop for the Pigs, and two buckets of mixed wet and dry Crup food. After seeing the rooster of animal duties being posted in the common room, some of his friends had offered to take some of the simpler, and smaller, creatures off his hands. This had been a great help which he appreciated due to still having heaps of catching up for classes, quidditch training, and his ordinary classes, it seemed like he rarely had time to just sit down and think or just relax.
A loud quack broke him from his reverie, lowering his wand, which in turn lowered the food, before turning around to his usual followers, he noticed one of them had gotten their foot caught in some mud and couldn’t get it out while the other ducks, while cautious of the mud tried to nudge the trapped duck. Crouching down he gently cleared away the mud with his one hand before using them both to gently list the duck out of the soft earth that it had suck in.
“Every duck right now?” Jay asked, still crouched down.
Only when he got a chorus of quacks did he straighten himself up, and waved his wand at his dirty hand and a second later it was clean again before muttering the levitation spell incantation and continuing on his way towards the Horse enclosure to feed them first since they seemed to be the most temperamental of all the creatures under his care, and the Ducks preferred to be fed last so they could follow Jay around until he end inside and they couldn’t enter.
Although realistically he knew that his little band of merry following Ducks didn’t understand a word he said, they did always seem to quack at the right time. It always made him smile no matter how bad his day had been. As he was approaching the Horses arena Jay noticed a figure on the other path heading in the same direction as him, not thinking anything off it he kept walking, his head watching as he guided the bags and buckets hovered a few feet from the ground a few feet in front of him. As he got closer to the arena his path crossed the other one and he cut across the other person, looking up and saying “Excuse me”. He looked at the all too familiar girl, he gaze faltered and he continued on, even to the objecting cries that came from his following as they recognised Mariana.
Jay didn’t stop just moved over to the gate on the enclosure and lowered his burden. He didn’t look back, he had avoided her for days and he wasn’t going to change that now, he wouldn’t admit it but the rejection still stung deep.
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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jul 1, 2007 21:27:49 GMT 10
Mariana felt that she and Jay were on totally different wavelengths these days. She didn’t know what it was that he was so insulted about by her. She had been feeling odd lately and it was perhaps something that she had done that might have led him to believe that she was something less then someone who care about him a lot. All the same, she was a little offended when he blatantly ignored her.
‘No, that cannot be it,’ she thought to herself as she watched him walking away. She had always admired the back of him as he moved off, though this feeling was somewhat diminished when she knew he was walking away from her, not just somewhere in front of her, ‘What did I do?’ she thought as she watched him moving. She had not thought he would be offended by her feeling off since the murder of Finnias Mark. Surely he had not thought that she was acting the way she did towards him because she believed the rumours that were flying around him.
The latest rumour was that Headmaster Emerindyl had threatened to have him expelled if he did not attend his classes regularly just like everyone else. She thought this must be yet another rumour cooked up by some bored Emerindyl. She remembered said Emerindyl rumour mongerer walking by her the other day. She overheard her say something about suspected killers of Finnias Mark and had to resist the urge to hex the girl in the ass.
“I don’t believe what they are saying about you, Jay,” she called out to him in a desperate attempt to have him stop what he was doing and come and talk to her. She did not like that he had ignored her. But it was not a reply of anger, she was desperate for his company again. So many things had turned upside down since the night of the duelling competition. And she did not know how she could cope with things if Jay stopped talking to her as well.
She hurried up to him and placed her hand on his wrist. She didn’t know how he would react to this, and tried to make it as affectionate as she could without going too far, but she could not let him stay away from her, it was not something she would readily allow after everything else.
“I confronted one of them you know,” she said to him, there was a tear welling in the bottom of her eyes. He hurt her by ignoring her. But she would not cry, She was trying very hard to keep it in.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jul 1, 2007 23:36:56 GMT 10
Jay stopped when he felt a small hand grip his wrist; he did not stop because he wanted to talk to her nor was it because he wanted to be in her company, no it was very much quite the contrary. He found that at her touch his muscles ceased to operate and his body went stiff for a moment before it cause him to flinch and pull his wrist away from her grip and taking a step out of her reach. He was not as emotionally dense as some people perceived him to be, he noticed the way her voice seemed to waver slightly, and the slight sound of… pleading?
He was almost completely sure of it, but said or thought nothing of it.
“Don’t go getting yourself in trouble for my sake. It’s not worth it.” He said, before starting off again walking away from her to where he had lowered the food and started to organise it, although his movements stiff and regimented compared to the relaxed gait he usually moved about with, while his movements were not of their usual fluid standard.
He didn’t want to care whether or not she thought the rumours of him being a murderer were true. He told himself he didn’t and set his shoulders, but he knew that deep down inside it did matter to him. The fact that she believed in him would have usually made him smile, even if only slightly and for only a few seconds, but today it did nothing. Perhaps it was the little voice telling him to hurt her, to make her feel the hurt and rejection she made him feel or maybe it was the Rastan genetics showing their traits but a sneer held court on his lips as he continued on his walk into the horse enclosure.
‘What does she expect from me? What did she want me to do? Pretend that it didn’t hurt, that I didn’t feel the sting of rejection…never again.’ Jay thought to himself, and shook his head in a slight disbelieving manner to himself. He thought of the ‘debacle’ as he had taken to calling it as if it was of long ago in the past, when realistically it was merely three weeks prior to this day where he found himself faced with her again. He had trained himself so that he no longer felt hurt and no longer felt that sting. He would continue to tell himself this as he used deserted hallways and empty classrooms to pass the time, to stay alone in his little pity party for one, avoiding her, her usual places of occupancy and his own usual haunts all in an attempt to avoid her.
Until now it had worked well. Extremely well.
Now he would just go on his way, pretending she didn’t matter to him, never had and never would again. It was how he coped and would cope further more. Jay figured that his following of Ducks would either stay with the girl, continue following him while he completed his duties, or return to their pond and wait for him to arrive with their food. He didn’t spare a second thought as he went onwards with his duties as he lifted a bag of premixed horse food and emptied it into their feeding troughs while giving off a loud whistle to draw the attention of the strong animals to their food.
His body was going through the motions while his mind sped through thoughts both small and significant, all the while oblivious to the girl he had left behind.
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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jul 2, 2007 10:12:22 GMT 10
Mariana fell back when he wrenched his arm away from her. She was shocked and upset by his actions and when he said that she should not get into trouble for her sake… she didn’t know why he was being like this. What had she done to him. She wanted to ask him but as she felt tears coming out of her eyes she knew she could not allow him to see her like this. She watched him for a moment, he seemed intent on not looking at her. The tears streaked her face and she felt them culminating at her jawline before falling onto her top in bigger drops.
She turned away with a gasp of air, which signalled that if she was not crying properly before, then she was now. She turned on her heels and sped away back towards the buildings. She was now sobbing uncontrollably. On top of everything else she could not stand her friend treating her this way, especially after the way she felt about him.
She ran into the building and closed the door with a sharp snap before sliding down it in a heap to cry on the floor. Out of sight, out of mind.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jul 3, 2007 13:15:41 GMT 10
Jay didn’t know if she expected him to follow after her or something. If she was then she would be waiting a very long time. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he had hurt her with his words, or perhaps his actions more but why should he feel sorry, why should he apologise and try to make it better? He felt like she had walked all over him like a doormat while she wore high heels. She probably laughed about him behind his back to all the other girls in Saphricorn, and other houses. They probably had bets on him or something. He wanted to believe this so much, he needed to…
But he couldn’t.
He had barely heard the hitch in her breathing or the gasp of air she had taken in before her quick departure, and while he went about watching the horses eat and patting the one closest to him, he tried to convince himself he didn’t care. But he did, if some other guy had treated her slightly as bad he just had, well, they wouldn’t be functioning correctly for the following two weeks. Jay decided if this was what it felt like to even have the slightest fancying for a girl, well he would just stick to the love ‘em and leave ‘em approach, nobody got hurt if it was a strictly causal thing. More importantly, Jay Rastan didn’t get hurt.
That was all that truly mattered, right?
Jay let out a deep sigh as he heard the sound of webbed feet hitting the dirt of the horse enclosure fence. Half expecting to hearing a tirade of angry quacks in quick succession, he turned around when her heard nothing but felt several gazes on his back. Later he would tell himself that it was all in his mind, but he couldn’t help but notice his troop looking at his with disapproving and disappointed gazes.
“What is it now? What did you expect me to do? Just play along like nothing happened?” Jay said, swiping his hands at his jeans before thrusting them into his hair in frustration at the situation.
‘Maybe I’m being a bit overdramatic with this all? Maybe she didn’t mean to be as harsh as she had been?’ Jay thought to himself as he closed the link on the gate before shaking it to make sure it wasn’t going to budge. The Ducks had steps backwards to give him room to move about but didn’t take their eyes off him.
Maybe it was the fact he had been trying to stay away from people unless he had to be around them, or the fact that nobody else knew what he had said or felt about the whole topic that was getting at him. By now he was good at locking away what he thought and felt after many years of regression. But part of him couldn’t help but hold out hope she would come marching back down that path, with a determined look and reach out and just slap him across the face good and hard, so then he could rant, he could rage and gesture wildly knowing it was merited.
Because she would have physically stung him, but he really didn’t like his chances of that happening, so wordlessly he withdrew his wand again, levitated the food supplies and started to head on towards his next stop on the feeding journey, the unicorns pavilion.
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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jul 3, 2007 22:09:54 GMT 10
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