Jeanette

7th Year Gryffindor

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

benjy-whoisleft:

“Well, I definitely appreciate it. Makes you the best kind of person,” Benjy said with an easy smile in her direction. He didn’t mind being interrupted like this. Regardless of who had claim over the spot, being her regular or him beating her there today, he was more than happy to share it with her. This was his time, too. No need for serious work or focus. An idle morning that he deserved every once in awhile. Every day would be another matter, but he’d definitely take this.

“There’s a kind of equivalent on the Muggle side, too,” Benjy replied. “I’m not saying it’s the right way, but we’re definitely not alone in having those future determining exams. It seems to be an unfortunate standard.” He tucked his hair behind his ears and flipped his book over in his lap, holding the page with his knee and fully committing to putting it down for the time being. “I wouldn’t quite call it that in the figurative sense, but literally, I suppose. I’m working at a research lab. It should be pretty cool, actually. I have a good amount of opportunity to do some of my own work along with working for some of the top minds in research. It should give me great experience if nothing else.”

He missed her slight cringe over Quidditch, not having thought of the emotional side of it. The sport had always been black and white for him, win or lose seemed pretty simple, and he wasn’t looking to add to the sting nor was he expecting it to happen. “Ah yes, my mistake. I forget there isn’t a true end for you. It’s still admirable dedication what with how busy I’m sure you are in all areas with things wrapping up.”

Jeanette hadn’t imagined that she had any interest in company when she’d left out on her run, but honestly, Benjy was a breath of fresh air and she was glad for the company. She’d carefully spent most of her time among her teammate's people who would understand how she was feeling and not still have Hufflepuff victory hangover happiness. She felt secure though with Benjy that she’d enjoy herself but not get into the logistics of the game which was a little relief. “Well, then I feel just as bad for the muggles as us.” Jeanette waved her hand dismissing her own thoughts and complaints because if she were going to spend her time protesting something or pushing for a change it certainly wasn’t going to be for a shift in exams. “I suppose there must be some wisdom in what appears as lunacy. If it is so universal.” Her head leaned to the side as she listened to him, grinning as he went along with his explanation. “Seriously? That sounds great. I mean, it sounds like a good job but if you can get some of your own work in front of people like that. I think magical summer is a pretty apt description. If you can spend your free time doing what you want and what you love there’s nothing better, right?”

“We all have to have that one thing, right? And we can’t all be geniuses. And, luckily the Arrows don’t care at all about my NEWT scores and the fall back plan of worst-case scenarios would hire me no matter them, because it would mean proving them right that I should just come home. Not that I’m letting that happen. Wrapping it up....It all feels so final which is--I don't know it feels weird. And I’m still not sure if it’s a good weird or bad.” 

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

marleneisleft:

Marlene had told herself all of the things Jeanette was currently saying, but they somehow sounded better coming out of someone else’s mouth. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that it was another person reiterating what she’d been so desperately trying to get herself to believe or if she’d magically convinced herself that the older Gryffindor was somehow in possession of greater knowledge about such things due to the extra year Jeanette had on her, but somehow it was making her feel a bit better. Even if she was still convinced she’d given away a few easy saves, it suddenly didn’t feel like the loss was riding solely on her shoulders (a habit she had yet to kick from her first loss as the team’s Keeper). “I’m more than willing to blame them,” she mumbled, although it was much more cheerful than anything she’d previously said. “Thanks, Jeanette, really. It’s been a very… rough loss. It’s just so hard to believe that after how hard we trained we simply got out-played. At least it was Hufflepuff, though, right? There are worse teams to lose to.” The thought of letting some creature that they’d probably end up nicking from Hagrid loose on the Hufflepuff dormitories was enough to bring a shadow of a smile to her lips. “Nah, don’t want to get the team in trouble. Then they might not let us compete next year, you know?”

Jeanette was glad that it seemed what she was saying seemed to be helping Marlene. Perhaps, if she could convince her friend she’d begin to believe it herself. It had been a team game and they’d done all that they could. “That’s the spirit. Put it on their shoulders and use it as a fire to blow them out of the water next year.” She nodded almost wishing she had that opportunity, certainly she had her own things, but taking to the skies again as a Gryffindor sounded like the dream at the moment. “Well, I suppose the sky more than the water, but you get the metaphor.” 

She shook her head as she looks over at her, “I feel the same way, honestly. I just never thought it would end up this way. Exactly, at least it wasn’t Slytherin and also on a positive note at least we still have plenty of time left here in the castle to drown our sorrows and forget about how shitty it turned out.” It wasn’t exactly a healthy method of dealing but Jeanette always found it to be the most effective. The joy she’d had picture releasing a nuisance in the Hufflepuff dorms faded with Marlene’s words. Gone next year or not she had far too much loyalty to even consider something that could  “That’s probably a solid point. If Slughorn found out he’d be certain to lobby for Gryffindor being out of the running next year to get his hands on the cup again.” She shrugged as she stretched her legs out. “Onto the next solution to cheer us up then.”

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Malese Jow

[deerlyjames-deactivated20171126]

original roots //

[jeanette-wil]

deerlyjames:

James had been counting down the days to summer break ever since about half of his sixth year was over (not because he hated his time at Hogwarts – it would probably be fairly hard to find someone who loved their time at school more than one incredibly prideful Gryffindor named James Potter), and now that he finally had it he was determined to make the most of it. However, he hadn’t been eager for the vacation due to usual reasons like the desire to be rid of school responsibilities. No, he didn’t like being away from his father for too long ever since the news he got the summer before. Letters just hadn’t been enough. 

However, this summer was going to be different than the last. He wasn’t going to put his life on hold like he did last time – this being because not only of his own insistence, but his parents’ as well. 

His current actions probably weren’t “making the most of the summer” by most everyone’s definition, but it was for James. Any little thing done which brought a smile to his lips was making the most of life (he had never been a hard person to please), and at that moment it was almost as if he was stepping back in time to when he had his mum watching over him every waking second to make sure he wasn’t terrorizing the poor people in Diagon Alley. Euphemia, much to her determination to do so, wasn’t able to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble every second of every day – even back when he was in his first or second year which was probably the last time he tried to pull such a prank around the shops of Diagon Alley.

With a megawatt grin James sat there, far enough away so he wouldn’t get the worst of it (though, due to the open space it’d be nearly impossible to escape the smell altogether) but close enough that he could see the alleyway and the people’s reactions when they stumbled across the dungbombs James had left for the unknowing shop goers. The simple and presumably lame prank in comparison to everything else the Marauders had come up with still made him chuckle – dungbombs being a guilty pleasure of his due to the fact that it was the first prank he officially pulled in his youth. So sue him if he was sentimental.

“That never gets old,” he muttered to himself, still grinning away as he leaned back in his wooden chair and reached for the cup of tea he purchased for himself to watch the show he set up for himself.

Jeanette still had two weeks of time to kill before she reported to the Arrows which also meant she had two weeks to actually find somewhere to live. Currently, she had taken over Tiberius’s flat  and while she knew it wasn’t a long-term solution since he’d eventually return from his trip to--well, she couldn’t remember where he’d said he was off to this time, but it wasn’t here which meant his flat was empty which is all that mattered for now. She knew that of everyone in her family he was the one most likely to cave to her and her desire to follow her passion versus their parent's directions, but she was determined to prove them all wrong without anyone’s help. Well, any help past borrowing his home for a couple of weeks. 

After her morning run, the lack of available food had driven her out of the house once more. Ordering tea and a pasty from the tea shoppe made her long for her mother’s cooking or at least for the elves. She really had to figure out the cooking thing sooner rather than later, but first, she needed somewhere to actually do the cooking. Pushing onward she left behind the stuffy interior of the shoppe for the outdoor seating and while she was prepared to hunker down with a copy of The Prophet and a muggle newspaper and find a place to live a familiar laugh drew her closer rather than to the quiet spot alone she’d been aiming at. 

A genuine smile lit her face as she followed the laugh and found James, it was one of those distinctive things that were impossible to miss. She’d had a fleeting thought though that perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her and her momentary homesickness. He looked a little too pleased with himself and she found herself glancing at the chair she was about to sit in for any signs of tampering before she sat down without asking. “You look as if this is the best morning you’ve had in an age. What are you up to?” She asked as she dumped the contents of her arms on the table top steadying her cup of tea so it didn’t spill and arranging her newspapers in a haphazard pile before she turned her attention to him again. “You weren’t expecting anyone were you?” 

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

jeanette-wil:

savingdavey:

“Sounds miserable. I don’t know how you do it,” Davey joked in response. He knew all too well, actually. In truth, it was a similar drive that got him out here. His workouts had evolved to be different out of necessity as much as anything, but it was that fire to ever improve, to keep working to be the best that brought him out too early for the too cold water. It had to be something similar that got her overrated. “Wallowing?” Davey asked with raised eyebrows. “Now that would probably be on a different plane.”

Davey dropped back on his hands, nodding along as she explained. “I’m sure it’ll be great in the long run. Color me jealous. You’re about to do something so phenomenally cool. Hardly matters where you live for it.” He didn’t bother hiding his envy of it; what Quidditch player hadn’t humored that dream? He was far from exempt regardless of what he’d been cautioned with his heart. It’d been so long. Any number of things may have changed. “M’sure they have their reasons, and you’ll be out there soon enough.”

“All Quidditch, all summer,” Davey answered without hesitation. “Emma and I sorta bought a camp we went to and worked at as kids that could be called run down, but I prefer ready for a comeback. I can’t wait, honestly. There’s a ton of work to do, but worth it, y’know?”

“Well, that’s my theory as well, though, I’m not sure I’ll feel that way if I end up camping out in an alleyway somewhere. But you know maybe it’ll be a very nice alleyway.” Jeanette joked lightly because she really wasn’t that concerned worst case scenario she knew that Tiberius would take her in despite what her parents were insisting he would always be a softy, but she did want to prove that she could do this on her own. She’d figure out where to start she was like a cat she always managed to land on her feet at the end of it.

“I know, right?” Talking about what she was about to have the opportunity to do made her feel like a giddy little girl. “It still feels almost unreal that it’s going to happen. I don’t think it will really sink in until I walk onto the pitch. I don’t know if I’m more excited or nervous. Like fighting to be great here is one thing, but it’s like a whole nother level. Every time I think I might be ready I think that there’s no way I could possibly be.” 

“There’s no better way to spend the summer.” She couldn’t help but smile at the idea then her eyes widened as he went on, letting out a burst of laughter. “You bought a camp? Merlin, and here I’m concerned about renting a flat and you own a camp? Just let me carry on and on about nonsense and bury the lead.” She bumped him with her shoulder as she looked over at him “So it’s a quidditch camp and you’re staging a comeback for it? How’s that going? Emma, huh? Tell me more about it, because it sounds great and crazy.” 

[jeanette-wil]

amos-wil:

There was some peace in knowing that Amos wasn’t the only student that found some offense in the banners. Not that he wasn’t reasonable. Perhaps they had won fairly, but his house pride made him stubborn, constantly wondering how someone could have bested Hufflepuff? The arrogance from their team winning the Quidditch cup only inflating his ego further. He turned his head to smile at the older student. “You could leave Hogwarts with a bang. Do something creative, go down in history, for a little bit anyway.”

He paused, contemplating the idea before saying, “Ah, but it’s still perceived as Gryffindor. Perhaps we should settle on a middle ground, and go for florescent orange instead.”

“Go down in history.” Jeanette laughed little at the idea. She’d had plans for that very thing for going down for bringing the cup back to Gryffindor, but those were dashed and honestly, something as silly as changing the banners wouldn't do it but it would at least make her feel better. If she could walk out with a smile on her face that counted for something her book. “At least a spot of fun and something better to look at.”

“Well, naturally, they would absolutely be but you have to agree it’s better than the current state.” Her eyes darted once more to the emerald banners above their heads. “Florescent orange? No, that never looks good and it would seem like an accident. I’m a NEWT accomplished witch now. I can’t leave a shoddy gift like fluorescent orange. A royal purple with my name signed across it might be the way to go. Not subtle, but who needs subtlety on their way out the door?”

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

savingdavey:

“Yeah, that’s pretty standard.” He didn’t know when or how that had happened, but over the course of the year, this had started to feel more natural. It wasn’t pleasant getting up most mornings, but it was easier for him and he’d never regretted it. That only came the days he did sleep in. “Being cold makes me go faster,” he joked. “I do it by distance, not by time, so the sooner I finish, the sooner I get to be warm. Better than running.” He gave her a pointed look with that, outright teasing her.

“Believe me, I get that. I took the day off after, but sitting on my arse wasn’t doing my arms any favors. Getting back to swimming is how I’ve loosened ‘em up enough to get through my basic functions. I could barely get a shirt on after the match.” He shook his head understandingly. “No rest for the weary. How soon do you start camp?” he asked, very much remembering her news and going the informal route of asking about training and having a clear way of skirting it with how the Kestrels operated in case things had gone south since they last talked about it.

“Yeah, well, I’ll take running and the nice scenery over freezing my ass off as a motivation any day. But to each their own.” Jeanette teased with a shake of her head as she looks over at him. She understood his plight completely most of her hiding out down by the pitch after the loss had been an unwillingness to let go and a desire to wallow and be pissed on her own. A portion had been that her body simply hadn’t had anything left to make it back to the castle too quickly. “Rest....Wallowing. I think it’s all overrated." 

“Three weeks after the term before I report. Time enough to find someplace to live. Which sounds like a whole heap more of responsibility than should ever be completely entrusted solely into my hands.” She was laughing at herself but the closer it got the more real it felt and the more it stung the lack of support she was receiving from her family stung. “It almost feels like too much time though, you know? I’m sure a break from the intensity of training for the cup and what I’m sure will be the intensity of camp will do my body good but...still.....” She scrunched her face her dismay with the off time. “What ab out you? Big summer plans?” 

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

marleneisleft:

Marlene wasn’t exactly known for her early starts. She’d gotten her fair share of detentions in her earlier years at Hogwarts for being late to her first class of the day, whatever class it happened to be at the time. “I suppose,” she said with another shrug. It was all she could think of to say. It wasn’t even worth pretending that she had any other reason besides their loss to be awake; nobody would believe it anyway.

“I’m…” she trailed off. Very few people could possibly understand what was going on in her head, but Jeanette was one of the people who would. “I feel awful,” she finally muttered in response. “I keep thinking about the saves I could’ve made that might have won us the game. How’re you doing?”

Jeanette settled herself back against the tree they were sitting under, taking a moment as replays from the game zoomed by in her head. There wasn’t a moment in the game when the Gryffindor team had seemed to fall apart or show any exposed cracks. They’d simply been outplayed. Even the bottom of her fire-whiskey bottle had declared that. She hadn’t been able to pick out one person whose shoulders the loss was on. Though, she’d thought perhaps if she’d pushed just a little harder, flown just a little faster or fancier. “About the same. Except goals I should have made or how I should have just shoved Davey off his broom in general. I mean, in a completely rule abiding, non-injury way.” She sighed shaking her head “But it’s not you, Marls....It’s not on me or even James. It was a team loss.” She pursed her lips as she said the last words. Nearly, anyone else and she’d have left it at that  “You can’t carry it on your shoulders and you have next year. I can feel it, next year the cups coming home where it belongs. It’s one game and sure it was shitty but it’s not worth beating yourself up over. You’re a bloody fantastic keeper. If we want to blame someone I’m thinking Diggory or Gwenog. We can burn pictures of them or let some exotic creature loose in their dorms.” 

[savingdavey]

hc’s in three parts

[jeanette-wil]

savingdavey:

Word Association

Responsibility Future Water Judgment Patience Sex Sorrow Confidence Emotion Dream Life Family Hope Sad Tattoos Death Revenge Friendship Love Hate

HC Prompts

Describe their perfect day. Favorite age they’ve been. First kiss. Name a person they like and why. Name a person they dislike and why. Five childhood memories. Favorite game. Three wishes. Their safe place. Best memory. Worst memory. Favorite and least favorite holiday. Three things they do well. Three things they do poorly. Political views. Flirting techniques. Feelings towards themself. Three pet-peeves. Their ideal sleeping position. One question they wish they had the answer to.

Questions

What is their breaking point? Have they ever been in love? Are they subtle? How often do they have violent thoughts? Do they have a crush on anyone? What would they change about themself if given the option? How do they show their love? How do they react to being flirted with? Can they even recognize it? What makes them anxious or uneasy? Do they like grand gestures? Do they have any allergies? Would they rather live in a urban, sub or rural area? Are they passive aggressive? Do they know how to swim/knit/bike/insert skill here? What do they hope to achieve in life? How do they respond to authority? Do they believe humanity is inherently good? Evil? Neutral? What do they hope no one finds out about them? Do they have any tattoos? Do they like children?

[mary-whoisleft]

only the young //

[jeanette-wil]

mary-whoisleft:

“Well that’s too morbid to think at a party! No wonder I didn’t even consider it,” Mary said laughing, ignoring all the factors that would make her plan tricky. “Very unlikely! I say you give it a go.” She watched as Jeanette did just that, happily thinking about the warmth of a jacket that might be coming her way. For a few seconds she waited, almost expecting them to just pop into existence, but then remembered it might take a moment over such a distance. “Well, I guess while we’re waiting, we can raise a toast to you! You managed to get through your schooling and make it to the real world.”

“Normally I’d be on the same page, but when it’s my own impending s’morsedom it gives me the teensiest of pauses.” Jeanette laughed at herself easily with a shake of her head. Her eyes darting back up towards the castle the hope of a jacket flying towards them still brewing. “Something at least one brother and probably more than one professor would have bet against as recently as September. So I think you’re right it’s worth drinking to.” She raised her cup clinking it against Mary’s before lifting her glass for another sip of the sweet drink. A squeal of delight escaping mid-drink causing a dribble down her chin not that she was the least bit worried as she lifted her arm to catch the floating jacket as soon as it was within reach. “And here’s to having learned and mastered a most helpful spell!” She held up her glass again in a toast as she offered the jacket to Mary. 

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

[ava-avery]

One last time

[jeanette-wil]

ava-avery:

It felt strange, like the end of an era. Seven years she had spent at this castle: exploring, partying, making friends and, well, living. And now it was almost over. Looking around the hall decked in green, Ava was hit with a feeling of nostalgia, recalling countless meals she had eaten with her friends and with her brothers in this room. Exciting mornings before Quidditch matches, slow Sunday lunches with pounding headaches and dinners spent eagerly chatting over the events of the day. And now the meals left could be counted on her hand. 

“Pity about the banners. I’d hoped for one last celebration, but what can you do?” she told the nearest person with half a sigh. “Do you have any grand plans for the last night before summer, then?”

The voice next to her was familiar. It was another thing on the list she was going to forget. Merlin, she was growing nostalgic, but she figured if there were ever a day to look back it was her final feast. Besides if living with someone for seven years didn’t give her that license as well she thought the rules were all wrong. She laughed to herself as she turned to Ava with a smile.

“Nothing set in stone.” She admitted as she glanced over at her roommate. “Though I was thinking that it would be a shame to go out quiet like a lamb. If not big then at least fun.” She mused as she raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Anything lined up for the evening?” 

[jeanette-wil]

amos-wil:

To say Amos found the sight of the green banners unpleasant was an understatement, the smug looks accompanying some of the Slytherin students were almost intolerable. He stood in the doorway of the Great Hall, staring at the unfavourable decorations with a frown, wondering if the house truly deserved it. Regardless, the year was coming to an end – at the very least, he wouldn’t have to think about the décor choice for a few weeks. “I wonder if I can inspire Peeves to tear them down over the summer?” Amos questioned to nobody in particular. “Or maybe even paint them? They would look much better in yellow.”

Jeanette was breezing into the Great Hall when she spotted Amos standing in the doorway looking up. She paused for only to see if there was something worth seeing, her nose curling at the sight of the banners. She had known in advance they’d be green but still she had to agree with Amos that they still felt distasteful. “I was just contemplating what my parting gift should be. And perhaps iadjusting the color of these banners would be just the thing. Though I was thinking scarlet you have to admit it’s a far sight better than green and we have gold which is just yellow by another name. It sounds like a win/win situation in my eyes.”

[jeanette-wil]

Final Feast ||

Jeanette had been relieved when NEWTs had finally come to an end even more so when her fellow seventh years seemed to recover from the frantic study-test repeat mode they had been in. She suspected that NEWTs were as dastardly and draining as everyone had been warning all year. She’d even felt herself succumb to some of the stress towards the end of it all. She knew better than to expect her passive and casual studying had turned into anything spectacular but decent enough her family wouldn’t feel like she hadn’t bothered to try. Luckily, the Arrows didn’t care much what her NEWTs said. She’d spent the last few days sleeping as little as possible traipsing all over the grounds. It had been her home away from home for seven years. A part of her would miss it but there was too much to look forward to spend too much time looking back. 

She had started the meal at the Gryffindor table but wandered between courses picking at food and talking more than feasting but it had been a good time to be had. She’d squirreled a pudding from the table she was sitting at and was enjoying the sweet treat. “I know Hogwarts is a cushy job but I wonder what it would take to lure a house elf away from the kitchen to take with me.” 

[jeanette-wil]

Up With The Sunshine || Open

[jeanette-wil]

sebastian-whoisleft:

“Nah, it’s not late if you haven’t gone to bed yet,” Sebastian pointed out with a grin, nodding as she approached. True to what he’d said, he looked just a bit terrible with bags under his eyes and several lines etched into his face. He didn’t need to know where she was heading to know that he was probably invading her space ––something about the surprised look on her face to see him–– so he struggled to his feet, fighting off a yawn. 

“The partying…has not stopped,” he managed to get out, stretching his arms behind his back. “The entire common room, it’s…madness. I came out here around four to try and get some air and a break from the noise and it’s just a miracle, really, that I haven’t passed out under this tree and been eaten alive by the bugs yet.” 

“Oh, one of those nights?” Jeanette couldn’t help but match his grin with her own as she laughed. “I know how those go, though, I can’t say that I’ve ever run out on the party....” She laughed a little at herself wit ha shrug. “At least not alone.” She joked as she watched him pull himself off the ground with a shake of her head. “I’m not so particular that I can’t share the shade of the tree.” 

She leaned against the tree as she listened. It stung discussing the Hufflepuff victory party, but she was doing her best to push past the stinging pain of the loss. “They have a lot to celebrate.” She shrugged without much more to say on the subject her fingers picking at the bark as she tried to bring herself back to the mental place she’d been before contemplating the victory celebration. “Well, you’re safe until 10 or so. that’s when the bugs get hungry and start feasting.” She joked with a laugh. 

[otterspiritrps-blog]

[mary-whoisleft]

only the young //

[jeanette-wil]

mary-whoisleft:

“Yes, that’s what they all say. And I know burns are bad and all, but it’s just so warm.” Mary practically whined the last word, bouncing a little as she said it to really emphasize that she was cold. She knew the short-sleeved top and short skirt she was wearing were cute, but her preferences were quickly leaning towards one of her oversized sweaters waiting up in her dorm for her. “The worst thing that could happen? Um, I would say it could miss, land in the fire and blow up in flames. But when you’re weighing that against the fact that it could make us more comfortable, I gotta say I think it’s worth it.”

“I know, but we may need to look into alternate warming objects pushing up on the fire may not be the most fun party activity. I think we can do better.” Jeanette laughed as she shrugged. “Well, I was thinking worst case the spell could ricochet and knock us both back into the fire turning us into human s’mores.” She laughed lightly. “But so long as we think that’s unlikely I think I can make it happen. Or at least try.” Jeanette said as he pulled her wand out of her boot as she flourished it as she pointed it back at the castle, taking a second to picture the jacket she’d left on the foot of her bed “Accio Jacket.” she gave a flick o her wrist as she pursed her lips “Now we wait and hope that every jacket from the castle doesn’t come zooming out here.”