unwavering

AMERICA ASHWORTHY seventh year. slytherin.

[americaashworthy]

jack-westfall:

“You’re right, I’m not. Anything else?”

“I’m always right. You should know that by now.”

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

“Maybe. Seems like things would be better off without me anyway. I’d be doing everyone a great service.”

[americaashworthy]

“I’m not going to stop you. No one cares? Fine, whatever. I don’t care. Apparently no one else cares either, so just whither away then because you’re obviously not strong enough to deal with whatever the hell is going on.”

[emeryparson]

“You’ve been weird lately. All quiet and shit.”

[americaashworthy]

“No one else seems to be complaining.”

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

“I would get help if I cared. But I don’t, you shouldn’t either.”

[americaashworthy]

“You just going to give up? Die? Because that’s cowardly? I never took you as a coward, Jack.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

“Good to know I guess,”

[americaashworthy]

“Maybe you should get help. I hear there are great spells for crazy people.” 

[clemkingston-blog]

“I’d rather stay here.”

[americaashworthy]

“Stop talking. I’m tired of your voice.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack glances back up at America long enough to see the expression on her face change. The thought has already crossed his mind several times and the topic came to no surprise to him. He chews the inside of his lip and shrugs. “Who cares?”

[americaashworthy]

America didn’t care. She really didn’t care. She didn’t even know why she was questioning Jack like this anymore. Why she just hadn’t walked away. He probably was killing himself on purpose. “You’re more fucked up than I am.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

He tucked his papers and books under one arm, keeping his gaze set on the floor. Jack shoves his free hand in his pocket and picks at the inside lining nervously. Everything set his nerves off nowadays, including this conversation. “I know,” he sighs, not knowing what else he was suppose to say.

[americaashworthy]

America didn’t really care if he looked terrible or not. Jack looked like he was killing himself. If he wanted to, who was she to stop him? She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to be the next person to die?” she asked, “or are is there someone weaker out there?” She lowered her voice for the last part. 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack didn’t know what America was so angry about, but he didn’t have it in him to start a fight. “I don’t know,” he shrugs and looks at the floor. “You’re a familiar face I guess.”

[americaashworthy]

It wasn’t that she was angry at Jack, she was just angry at everyone, everything and at this point even the smallest of things made her upset. America was just annoyed at him for various reasons, and it manifested at one of the worst times. “You look like shit.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack could feel America’s gaze burning through the back of his head. He continued to gather his papers as if nothing were to disturb him. He flinches when America raises her voice to him. It had dawned on him that the way she was screaming at him, the entire Great Hall might be listening in now. Slowly he stands up and looks back at the girl at the table. “I don’t know what you’re on about,” he answers quietly. “I have nothing to say to you.” 

[americaashworthy]

She was angry, but it seemed just the smallest of things annoyed her beyond no end these days. A glaring hatred fell across her face for Jack-- for everyone. “Then why were you staring at me? Huh?” she questioned with an eyebrow raised. “You’re just like everyone else in this castle.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Only a short nod was given as an answer. Jack stared down at his uneaten food before pushing it away suddenly. He grabbed the mess of books and papers haphazardly before turning on his heels to leave the hall. It was a shame he had to walk past America on his way out because when he did, gravity took hold of most of the work in his hand and scattered it across the floor. Jack closed his eyes to take a deep breath in before turning around to begin picking up the papers––avoiding America’s gaze in the process. 

[americaashworthy]

America was tired of people staring at her; people looking at her like she was scum. Especially Jack. She especially hated that Jack was staring at her like this. She wanted to yell at him; she wanted to scream. She wanted to show everyone that she hated the world and had her reasons. But it just seemed like she never got the chance to actually say how she felt. Glaring at him and making sure he felt uncomfortable, she almost laughed when his papers fell. “If you have something to fucking say, then fucking say it Jack!” she screamed. He was making this weird, he was making it awkward. “I’m tired of everyone fucking skirting around me like I’m nothing.” 

[clemkingston-blog]

“What an exhausting way to go through life.”

[americaashworthy]

“Fuck off Clement.” 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack felt himself stiffen as America called over to him. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she was the first to confront him considering the way he’d been looking at her. His throat wouldn’t allow any words to be spoken and so instead, he shook his head side to side silently to respond. He forced himself to look back down at the food in front of him as. After a moment he raised a hand to rub his temple and hide the embarrassment spreading across his face.

[americaashworthy]

America was tired of people looking at her. She was tired of having to yell at people and defend herself. But she’d continue to defend herself until her last breath. She wondered what Jack was even thinking; or if he was just thinking the same things she was. “Then quit staring at me.” 

[americaashworthy]

Sometimes it was unavoidable, being in the same room with someone, she realized that. But there was just so much tension in the room, so much tension that she really didn’t care about. Letting out a sigh, she took a bite of the food in front of her. If Jack wanted to say something, he would talk. She wasn’t going to be the first to say anything. 

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack found his eyes wandering back up to the girl sitting across the hall. She was by herself and eating late like he was. Normally, Jack would have gone to sit next to her. He would have commented on her grim attitude and tried to make light of what to him seemed dark. But now, he seemed to be in the same dark place and nothing mattered. For a few moments, Jack watched America curiously, his fingers brushing up and down the pages of one of his books. A hundred questions bobbled around his head. He wondered what she was thinking, what she had seen, where she had been–if she was still in connection with the death eaters–things he was too scared to ask.

[americaashworthy]

Part of her wanted to ask Jack how he was, but she hadn’t seen him in so long, plus they never really got along. There was this weird tension in the room, but America did her best to ignore it. Looking back down at her food, she tried to focus on just that, but it wasn’t doing any good. Despite not wanting to talk to anyone, she gave Jack a look and finally filled the air with something other than silence. “Do you want something?”

[clemkingston-blog]

“You’re seriously threatening me?”

[americaashworthy]

“No, but I can. I’ll threaten anyone that gets in my way.”

[lara-ashworthy-blog]

“Oh, hi.” Lara straightened a bit when she saw her sister walk into the room, her hands already moving to putter about with the teapot.  She stood up, finding a cup before returning to her seat and filling the cup for America, pushing it over to the end of the table, unsure of if she put anything in it.  “How are you?”

[americaashworthy]

Lara was probably the last person she wanted to see, but it was too late to just leave. She let out an agitated sigh and made a clicking noise with her mouth, before shrugging. How was she? America didn’t know. “Fine. What about you?” she asked, but didn’t really care for the answer.

[jack-westfall-deactivated201510]

Jack glanced up from his food and caught a glimpse of America walking into the Hall. It was an odd sighting considering he had few classes with her and even fewer encounters with her. He hadn’t seen much of America as of late and he felt as though she was avoiding people just as much as he was. His eyes followed her to the Slytherin table where she sat. For a moment he had an urge to speak with her, his curiosity about the current status of the death eaters suddenly taking over. Jack bit his lip and glanced back down at his meal, determined not to get himself involved again. 

[americaashworthy]

Sometimes it was unavoidable, being in the same room with someone, she realized that. But there was just so much tension in the room, so much tension that she really didn’t care about. Letting out a sigh, she took a bite of the food in front of her. If Jack wanted to say something, he would talk. She wasn’t going to be the first to say anything.