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Post by Jason Brady on May 28, 2007 5:56:39 GMT -5
"I SO could."
"Are you kidding me, Jason? God, you are such a conceited jackass, you know..."
"Gee, thanks, lil' sis. You sure know how to pile the compliments on your big bro."
"C'mon, JaceFace, like you need your head expanding anymore than it already is... you pay yourself more compliments than I ever will. But, seriously, you could get any girl you wanted? Ch'yeah..."
The voices of two people (clearly students at the school, of course), one female and one obviously male, were loud and teasing as they rounded the corner of a bush in the courtyard. It was, indeed, a male and female, and they seemed to be arguing quite heatedly about something supposedly 'important' to them. The male, Jason, was speaking.
"I could! Look, I know you ain't gonna like thinkin' about it, but girls do find me attractive, y'know." As he spoke, the dark haired boy adjusted the plain, slightly tight black tee-shirt that covered his top half, over the low-slung jeans and plain, scuffed white trainers. He watched his sister with icy blue-grey eyes, which locks of brown hair fell into now and again when the wind blew, and waited for her to reply.
Caitriona, his sister, rolled her eyes, pulling her own top down. She was wearing a hot pink vest top, jeans and a black leather jacket, with plain, black, flat boots on her feet. "Okay, so, saying hypothetically that you're somewhat attractive." She shrugged, her multi-streaked hair bobbing in it's medium-high ponytail. "That doesn't mean that you can get any girl you want."
Jason arched an eyebrow. "Uh, I beg to differ." He jumped in front of his sister. "Who couldn't resist this face?"
Cait lifted a hand to slap his cheek lightly. "I can resist it just fine, thanks, now get out my view before I throw up behind a tree." She dodged out of his way. "Anyway, girls don't go just for looks anymore. They're not like guys, who'll fall for anything with boobs and blonde hair. They want personality."
"I've got personality."
Caitie laughed. "Yeah, you're an asshole, that's your personality."
"Shut it," he snarled, shoving her playfully. "But," Jason then began, getting serious once more. "I bet you... I bet you..." He searched through his pockets, before pulling some things out. "Ah! I bet you one packet of Bertie Botts Every Favours, two chocolate frogs and an old tissue that I can pull any girl."
"Do I get to pick the girl?" Caitriona asked.
Jace paused, and stuck out his hand to shake. "Sure."
"Deal!"
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Post by paige on May 28, 2007 7:34:18 GMT -5
Bea looked at the letter in her hand, a little confused. She didn’t understand, how could they have postponed the wedding to next year? Her sister and her fiancé, Jack, had been engaged for six months, and now they had postponed the wedding to next year and supplying Bea and Dylan with no reason what so ever. Sighing, she pocketed the letter, wishing she had something to do to occupy herself.
She turned a corner and noticed two people, a girl and a guy, talking about something she couldn’t quite hear. She watched them, just out of their view, before starting to walk past them, offering a small smile to Jace, as he was in her potions class, the one who chucks the aeroplanes and yells profanities and basically disrupted the peace. He was annoying, sure, but she’d never really talked to him.
She noticed that Jace looked like he usually did, with the smirk on his face. Sure, he was handsome, but looks weren’t everything, and most boys couldn’t be trusted, and Bea knew all about that.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 28, 2007 7:59:34 GMT -5
Annoying? Oh dear. That would have seriously bruised his ego, no joke.
Jason watched the girl pass. He'd seen her, he knew her face (she was attractive, after all), but he had no idea as to what her name was. He smiled at her, one eyebrow remaining raised, and then dropped back behind her. He watched her walk, as a typical male, noting the way her hips moved and the way her blonde curls drifted about her back when there was a sudden breeze.
"What a guy," Cait snorted beside him, loud but not quite loud enough for Beatrix to hear. "Stop checking her out so obviously, you total leech." She rolled her eyes again, before a nasty grin came over her face. "I choose her," she said, looking up at him and pretending to look somewhat sweet and innocent.
"What?"
"For the bet, my dear JaceFace. You agreed that I could choose the girl, and right now, I choose her. She looks classy, and you couldn't be more of a slob, so this should be somewhat interesting to observe."
"Why her? She's seen me in class. I think I piss her off."
Caitie grinned harder. "Aw, afraid she'll turn you down? Hand over the Bertie Botts and Chocolate Frogs, please." She held out an impatient hand.
"Ha, I don' think so."
Jason sped up his pace a little so that he could walk beside Beatrix, and said, "Don' I know you?" His words made Caitriona laugh back behind him, but they weren't as truly lame as she had expected. Hmmm... This really could get quite interesting...
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Post by paige on May 28, 2007 8:27:37 GMT -5
Bea heard the mumbling behind her. She couldn't quite hear, but she guessed they were talking about her, and she was quite annoyed by it. She stopped when the guy fell into step with her.
"Yeah, I'm in your potions class. I think we got paired up once..or twice." Bea replied, biting her lip at how lame she sounded.
"I'm Beatrix Kingston. Lioano." She introduced herself, not bothering to hold out her hand. She started to walk again, noticing the girl slowly drifting behind them, and Bea could tell that she was listening, but she didn't mention anything.
"Why are you taking a sudden interest in me? Because to be honest I don't want to be another of your one-night-stands, though thanks for your offer." She added, smirking at him.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 28, 2007 13:45:42 GMT -5
"Ah, yes," Jason said, smiling charmingly at her when Beatrix said that they'd been paired up in class a couple of times. "That's where I know you from. I think you might have leant me your cauldron once, too... no, wait. I think that was Christina-Daniella... or Mirabelle... oh, wait, maybe it was Lila... no, she's not blonde... well, I do reco'nize you." He finally finished lamely, with another smile.
Further back along the path, Caitriona rolled her big, dark eyes at her brother's words. Oh, yeah. 'I could get any girl I wanted,' he'd said oh-so-gloatingly. Sure he could... not. This was really getting quite fun to watch.
"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Kingston," Jason replied with yet another smile, taking her hand and shaking it lightly. "I knew you were in Lioano; I can spot someone from my own house a mile away..." Again, this slightly lame sentence from the seventh year male caused his sister to roll her eyes, before examining her short, clean nails in the slight boredom that she had suddenly began to feel.
But then Beatrix's quick tongue murmured the very last thing that she said, and Cait snorted out loud with laughter, ducking behind a nearby bush so that if Bea looked back, she would remain unseen. As the Fina laughed, she thought, Good on you, girl, you certainly put my brother in his place there.
Jason blinked at the straightforward comment, ignoring the snort behind from his sister, and said, "Excuse me?" He seemed genuinely shocked, but whether it was over the accusation itself or the bluntness of the question was debatable. "Who says I have one night stands?" He raised an eyebrow. "And who says I'd want you do be a one night stand?" He walked in front of her slightly, and looked back.
"And you're a tad conceited, aren't you, darlin'? I haven't even asked you out, yet." He smirked. "Though whose to say that was my intent in the first place?"
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Post by paige on May 28, 2007 14:00:14 GMT -5
Bea rolled her eyes. "Jason, I know you. I've seen girls in my dorm cry over you! Besides, your goal is probably to go out with every seventh year in the school. Sorry, correct me if I'm wrong, but you are not exactly the type of person I would go out with."
She smiled, hearing someone laugh and turned round, but she couldn't see anyone. Frowning, she turned back to Jason.
"It was a pleasure to meet you too. Besides I would bet you that you couldn't make me go out with you anyway. I don't trust guys, not since fifth year anyway..." Sighing at the memory she tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, waiting for Jason to say something.
Bea didn't normally act like this, and she wasn't sure why she was now, but she didn't want to talk to Jason, go out with him, and get hurt again, like she had when she was seven, or when she was cheated on in fifth year.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 28, 2007 14:38:52 GMT -5
Jason looked startled again, for a second. "Girls cry over me?" He leaned forward, as if waiting to hear some juicy gossip, and said, "Who?" But Beatrix was carrying on talking, and he didn't get an answer. At the next thing she said, Jace resisted adding, 'don't forget the sixth years' but figured that would definitely make him lose her.
"Heyyy, girlie, try backin' up a bit there." He put his hands out in front of him. "First, you don' know me, so you could be a little less quick to judge, yeah? An' second... how d'you know I ain't the kind of person you'd go out with? You ain't tried me, yet." Mmkay, so that could have been phrased better, but Jace didn't assume that Bea had a dirty mind so it wouldn't really matter very much.
That's ironic. Now she's betting. "So, you don't trust guys, right?" He grinned. "Well, you're in luck. I'm not just any old guy."
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Post by paige on May 28, 2007 14:43:26 GMT -5
"Jason. I wouldn't go out with you. End of story. Just tell me the real reason you came to talk to me?" She asked, sighing.
He wasn't just any old guy? Would Bea really risk her feeling again and be hurt in the same way. She didn't even know the guy, which meant he was right in one aspect.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal. I'll go get to know you a bit more, and if I still don't want to go out with you, you'll leave me alone." She added thoughtfully.
"I'm sorry I judged you like that, too. I just, I'm a little annoyed at something." She added, remembering the letter in her pocket, and blaming it all on that. It wasn't it though, it was her past catching up with her that was the problem. She found it hard to trust guys, it wasn't her fault. She didn't want to be cheated on again, and Jason wasn't exactly the sort of guy that she should date to get over her trust issues.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 28, 2007 14:59:10 GMT -5
"You know you want to, baby. And the reason I came over here is, simply..." He paused, grinning in the usual cheeky manner. "because you're a beautiful, smart girl that practically drags me over hear on a leash by just walking by. ... Why else?" ... a sneaky bet with a sister, perhaps? Ohhh no.
"Hmm, I sure do like your thinkin', Miss Kingston. I like a woman that agrees to get to know me before decidin' whether to date me before I've even asked her out in the first place." Jason winked. "I've never had that before; it's savin' me a heck of a lotta time."
"That's perfectly alright, pretty lady," Jason replied to her later speaking, with a smile. "I'm used to being emotionally battered, having five siblin's."
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Post by paige on May 28, 2007 15:07:09 GMT -5
Beatrix knew straight away he was going to have to stop calling her 'baby' if he wanted to get any closer then friends. "I have three." One was in a como for two years, and both my parents are dead., No, I think Bea should leave though out for now.
"Alice, Wyatt and Dylan." She explained. “I live with my sister, Alice, and her fiancé, Alex and Dylan and Wyatt live together a couple minutes walk away.” She left out the orphanage and her parents, not wanting to discuss her past until she got to know Jason better. “What about you?” She asked, continuing to walk, curious about Jason.
She smiled slightly at his compliments. There must be another reason why he came over though. He was trying to hard…but for what? “You might know Dylan, he’s in Fina, fourth year. We’re the only two magic’s in the family.” Bea shut herself up, knowing she was probably talking to much.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 29, 2007 3:31:30 GMT -5
She has three? Three what? Oh, yeah, siblin's. Shut up brain. As you can probably see, Jason was a little confused when Bea said that she had three, as he hadn't expected brothers and sisters to be that much of a conversation point with them. Not right now, anyway.
"Well, we all live in the same house. I'm one of triplets, the other two bein' Finn (you might know Finn, he breaks things a lot) and Violetta. Then there's the twins, L-K and Jack, and the single kid, Caitriona." Jace flipped his hand back and motioned at a bush. "Who was walking with me just, and is back there behind the leaves, thinking she's really hardcore." He rolled his eyes, glancing over his shoulder.
Would it truly have been any better if Jason had strode over to Bea and told her he was there only to get in her pants to beat a bet with his sister? Didn't think so. This way was better. This way was much better.
"The only two magics? God, I bet that's bliss. You should see our house in the midst of a fight... the 'rents are both Muggles, so when two of us really get in a rage, there ain't much they can do about it." He laughed. "Cait once broke Finn's nose (along with most of the house) over a video-game once. Ahh, good times..."
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Post by paige on May 29, 2007 3:46:23 GMT -5
"When the three of us siblings lived at the orphanage, Dylan and I used to fight all the time." Bea explained, then stopped. Oh crap. She'd just spilled some of her past. She blinked a couple of times, to process what she'd said, then tried to cover it up.
"I mean, when..." Great. Now she'd done it.
She glanced behind her, looking for Jace's brother, and noticed some hair behind a bush, she turned back, hoping there would be a tiny possibility that he hadn't heard.
"Broke his nose?" She asked, hoping to distract him a little, so she didn't have to answer awkward questions.
She remembered when her and Dylan got into a fight over who's house was better, Fina (his house) or Lioano, (Bea's). Bea had won, but that was because she was in third year, and she knew more about her house the Dylan, who was only a first year at the time.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 29, 2007 12:56:06 GMT -5
Ch'yeah, hadn't heard... Jason Brady was sort of like an disobedient puppy; he'd ignore everything someone practically begged him to do, and do everything that people didn't want him to do. Oh, joy.
"Orphanage?" he then asked, curiousity aroused. "Your parents passed away?" He bit his lip, as if ashamed to have said this out loud to her so soon. Out of character, right? Well, underneath all his fronts and big mouth, Jason had one big fear (okay, two big fears, counting his uncle Thomas); the death of someone he loved a lot. And parents counted as 'loved ones', definitely, so talking about anyone's mothers and fathers - let alone his own - being dead felt like something very, very forbidden. "... that sucks."
After that, he answered Beatrix's question. "Yeah, she broke his nose." Jace laughed. "They were fightin' over the GameCube, or somethin', I think, and she just picked up an ornament and clonked him right on the nose with it. He was eleven and she was nine. Dad went bloody bananas, seriously." He rolled his eyes. "But, nowadays, Finn gettin' his nose broken isn't that much of a big deal. He's that clumsy. He's broke it three times since then. Once he crashed his broom into a brick wall (which, mind you, was nothing whatsoever to do with me), tripped over my wand (my WAND, seriously) and fell down the stairs, and the last time he got belted in the face. Guess that one wasn't really his fault, though..."
Jason shrugged. "But seriously. Our family goes to St. Mungos so of'en we're on first name terms with 'alf the staff. Cait's broke her nose, so has Violet, I broke four of Jack's toes on his right foot (LONG story), L-K broke her ankle when she tripped up on holiday and I've broken both arms, my collar-bone, my little finger and one leg over the years." And Bea thought she talked too much? Jace could go on for hours and hours about family accidents.
Seriously; the Bradys are a health-hazard.
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