la vie en rose

Jean Laurent. Eighteen years old. Previous Beauxbatons student, transferred to Hogwarts but recently graduated. Hufflepuff. Muggleborn. New member of the Order of the Phoenix.

[jeanpuff]

peculiar-pandora·:

The blonde gave the male a smile. “Well, that’s good. You wouldn’t believe how many people do.” She replied shaking her head at the thought. “Yes, you can never be too careful - though, I do prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt,” Pandora stated shrugging, her blue hues looking up at the male. “Oh, then you must try one. They are truly delicious. I want to say they were of my own invention but I may be mistaken.” She insisted smiling as she held the basket out to him.

“I don’t know how that’s even possible.” He said. Jean nodded at her next comment, feeling much the same himself. Although, his recent altercation had made him a little more weary of people. “It’s better that way.” He agreed with a smile. The blond reached into the basket and pulled one of the muffins she had pointed out as apple cinnamon. He pulled down the paper on the side and took a large bite. Surprised with how nice they actually were, after he had finished the mouthful, a smile spread on his face. “They’re good.” He said, taking another large bite.

[jeanpuff]

badgerowens·:

Lucy didn’t know what made her send the owl, she hadn’t been able to sleep again all night, not since the nightmare had woken her up and made her feel as if the walls were closing in on her and suffocating. It was the feeling of needing to get out that had her writing the letter. Her first response had been to call for her brother, yet her voice had caught in her throat and had her hesitating. She’d worried him enough and felt guilty with how much she was putting him through. It was the conversation that Lucy shared with Jean the last time he had visited which had her reaching out to him, talking about being scared and if it was okay, it left her feeling like he wouldn’t judge her. 

The young witch sat on the edge of her bed nervously waiting, all the while her anxiety was beginning to claw its way up her throat, leaving her skin feeling itchy and uncomfortable. If she had to wait much longer Lucy would have to take her chances and attempt to go out on her own just so she wasn’t seeing the same four walls closing in on her. It was at that moment that she heard his voice, as a small sense of calm washed over her skin and eased the feeling in her stomach slightly, knowing that she wasn’t on her own. Unable to leave the house without a jacket to hide her bruises, she grabbed the first thing that came to hand not caring what it looked like, and followed the sound of his voice to the front door. Peering her head around the corner, Lucy gave Jean a shy smile. “Hey.” She muttered sheepishly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

Hearing her voice come from the side of him, he turned his head and was met with the sight of a more casual, still somewhat bruised, but equally beautiful, Lucy. A smile immediately found its way to his lips, as it always did when she was in the room. Of course, he could tell that she was a little reserved, and he was sure he understood why as well. It had been a while since she’d left the house, and Jean knew from personal experience how difficult that was. In fact, even coming to collect her was a scary task. “Are you ready?” He asked, his voice soft but also with a hint of excitement to it. Spending some time with her, even if it was just as some very awful and not equipped helper, was always going to make him equally nervous and excited. He stepped closer to the blonde, meeting her gaze. “You don’t have to go out if you’re not ready.” He said, reassuring her that it was okay to have second thoughts. “But I was thinking that maybe we could go to that little coffee shop a few streets away -- the one that does the nice hot chocolate with the little marshmallows. Or we could go to the sweet shop on the other side of town.” He suggested. Then, thinking that maybe she might not want to go anywhere crowded, he spoke again. “Or, if you wanted somewhere quiet then we could go to the river, or the meadow -- or, or you could just tell me where you wanted to go?” He offered an apologetic smile, realising that he had just been listing places she already knew were options. “Yeah, that’s probably better.” 

[badgerowens]

jeanpuff‌:

A smile grew on Jean’s lips and he nodded once. “Okay.” He said, pushing himself awkwardly off the floor – so as to not put pressure on his bad arm – and then perched himself on the edge of her bed. “I’m sorry you seemed sad.” He said, a smile on his lips as a touch of pink grew on his cheeks. A moment passed before Jean met her gaze again. “Luce, can I ask you something?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a few seconds before he asked the question anyway. “Are you scared?” He enquired, taking in her reaction carefully. Because the wizard definitely was after his ordeal, and while they hadn’t experienced the same thing, he wasn’t sure there was anyone who had experienced closer to what he had to ask them. No one he trusted, anyway. Jean didn’t want to seem weak – especially not in front of Lucy – by asking the question. But, there was a part of him that desperately needed to know. He couldn’t ask Elodie, or Ryan, or Violet, or anyone else. It might have been a stupid question, really, but Jean had never been that great at perceiving what exactly others were feeling. He could be really oblivious sometimes. In the moments of silence before he received an answer, Jean spoke again. “Not that you need to answer, or anything. Or maybe it’s a stupid question. But…” He trailed off, his hand moving away from hers – though he hadn’t even noticed how long it had been there – to come up and adjust his cap in a nervous effort to distract himself, his eyes moving to the floor for a moment. “Is it okay to be?” Scared, that was. He met her gaze again as he waited. Maybe that was the better thing to ask. Maybe.

“Then I’m sorry too.” She replied with a pointed look at him, indicating that although she wasn’t her normal self she had still noticed the slight sadness to him. The blonde tilted her head in curiosity as she waited for him to actually ask his question but staying quiet and not wanting to push him, though when it eventually came it was one that she hadn’t really expected. Lucy opened and closed her mouth a few times unsure of how to answer, her immediate reaction was to say no and to give up her normal front of everything being okay, yet she found herself hesitating. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes dropped to her lap as she tried to really consider her answer and what she wanted to say. She knew that Jean had said that she didn’t have to reply but Lucy found herself wanting to give him an answer and to be honest with him. Instead of giving an elaborate answer or a fully explained one, the witch found herself whispering. “Yes.All the time.” She still couldn’t bring herself to look at him, scared that he would see more than she wanted or that he would judge her. “I think it’s okay to be? Even though I feel like I shouldn’t be?”

[jeanpuff]

Jean looked up in slight surprise and confusion as she repeated his words back to him. It took a moment, but he understood and offered the blonde a smile. Jean studied Lucy closely after he had asked his question, wondering what was going through her mind as she opened and closed her mouth numerous times. Just when he thought she would say something, she would close it again. There were many times he considered intervening and saying it doesn't matter -- she didnt have to answer, but he thought against it ultimately. He shifted in place as he waited. And, finally, he received a reply. He sort of expected her to tell him she wasn't scared, and he was definitely sad that she hadn't. A frown found its way to his lips. But, he also felt relief that while they had experienced very different things, she was also scared after her ordeal -- just as he was. He placed his hand over hers again and squeezed it lightly, allowing it to linger before taking it away again. He wanted to comfort her, and although he was often oblivious to boundaries, he didn't want to overstep hers. He nodded as she further explained. He offered a small smile in thanks for answering his question. "I'm scared, too." He said quietly. Jean was scared both for her and for himself. He wasn't sure which he was talking about in that instance. "I don't expect you not to be." He said quietly in an attempt to help. "And I don't think anyone does." He waited a moment before falling back onto the bed from his seated position, pulling the snapback off as his new position compromised comfort. "Do you think it will go away?" He asked quietly, looking up at her.

[jeanpuff]

peculiar-pandora·:

Pandora stood there silently waiting for the male to realise he was no longer alone. She daren’t say another word while he was so lost in his own thoughts, she knew only too well how frustrating it was to be disturbed mid-thought. She grinned as the blonde finally parted from his thoughts and acknowledged her presence. “Yes, it’s important to make sure you’re eating throughout the day. So many people get so busy they forget to eat.” She explained still smiling brightly at the male. The witch paused momentarily as she thought about the wizard’s words. “Oh, I never considered that.” She stated simply. Maybe that was why a few people had ignored her offer. “On this occasion no it’s not but that’s probably a good rule to go by I suppose. How sad though.” Pandora found herself frowning but not for long as the male’s question soon brought a grin to her face, “Muffins mainly.” She pointed to a plain sponge muffin, “Those are just plain and then those-” Her finger moved slightly to the other ones, “Are chocolate chip muffins and lastly, my favourite-” She pointed at the ones in a red muffin case “Those are Apple-Cinnamon Muffins.” 

Jean looked shocked, as if he had just been told the most unbelievable piece of news ever. “I could never forget to eat.” He said, genuinely serious. A smile came to the blond’s lips when she mentioned that this was not a test not to take sweets from strangers -- not that they were sweets exactly, but they were certainly close. “It might be a good rule,” Jean agreed, though he also remembered the countless times that he had not listened to that rule and had no negative things happen. Well, not for taking sweets anyway. “But I don’t know how reliable it is.” Jean’s interest piqued as she began describing the muffins that lay in her basket. Each of them looked delicious. “I don’t think I’ve tried apple-cinnamon muffins...” The young wizard mused aloud.

[jeanpuff]

Closed starter | @badgerowens

Having overslept, Jean woke up to an owl staring him in the face and a letter being dropped on his chest. If he had wondered why it was so cold that night, then it was because he had left the window open -- wide open, it seemed. Though he didn't remember opening it that much in the first place. Pleased with its prompt delivery, the owl then flew out the way it came in. The blond shifted in his bed, rubbing his eyes as he peered down at the letter wondering who could have sent it. It didn't take long for curiosity to get the better of him though, and he tore open the letter. Lucy. Jean had skipped straight to the end of the letter, just like he did whenever he was trying to read a book. Reading back through the letter, the blond only felt himself grow more confused. Why me? He thought as she requested that he accompany her on her first outing since her ordeal. Ryan would have been the best first choice, surely? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the blonde's request. In fact, he'd already jumped out of bed and straight into the shower. Letter left on the bed behind him.

Making his way to the home he knew the route to like the back of his hand, Jean's chest remained tight for the duration of the walk. Being outside without company wasn't something he was entirely comfortable with still, but he was trying. He made sure to walk the main streets for that very reason. Letting himself in to his best friend's home, as he always did, the blonde called out: "Lucy?" He walked further into the living room. "I got your owl." He elaborated, looking around the room and confirming that she was not in fact there -- and neither was Ryan. Not that he was doing anything wrong if his friend had been there. But, he was also a little relieved.

[jeanpuff]

missvioletdanes·:

A wide grin tugged at the blonde’s lips as she listened to the male, hooked onto his every word. She found herself growing excited at the idea of her friend having a crush on someone. “Are we hypothetically talking about you? You don’t have to answer I know we are.” Violet replied grinning. “Who is it? Is it someone I know… Wait… Oh my gosh, is it Lucy? Please tell me it’s Lucy?” She rambled leaning forward on the table resting her chin in her hands. “I’m sorry, ignore me, I’m getting carried away.” The witch apologised smiling sheepishly as she brought her mind back to the male’s question at hand. “Okay, well, I think the most important thing is making it personalised to her so it shows you’ve really thought about it. You don’t want the generic things that everybody gets. What kind of things does she like?” She asked prompting the male. “Let’s get the present sorted first and then we can worry about the card.” 

Jean nodded slightly as she asked if they were actually talking about him -- though the hypothetical scenario had gone out the window long before then. His cheeks grew a darker shade of pink when she correctly guessed who he wanted to give a present to. He knew this wasn’t a good idea -- they were friends! “W-why would you say that?” He asked, a little flustered. Was it that obvious? Did Lucy know? Did Ryan know? His hand moved back to play with his snapback, adjusting it nervously. Jean nodded as his friend informed him of how to go about it. “That’s what I wanted to do -- I didn’t just want to get her something anyone could.” He said, cheeks flushing even more as he looked down at the table. He hesitated, knowing that if he told her, it would basically confirm that is was Lucy. But he sighed and began anyway. “Well, chocolate -- obviously. And well, I think she likes teddies, and stuff. But that’s all something anyone else could get her.” Jean nodded. “Presents first...” It was probably for the best that he was asking for help on this one, because Jean did have a habit of just picking up everything he thought someone might like whenever he went shopping for presents.

[jeanpuff]

“He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.”

— rainbow rowell, Attachments

[jeanpuff]

1, 3, 19, 29, 40

Do you have a crush at the moment?

Um, yes – and have done for a little while.

Longest relationship you’ve ever been in?

Around six months -- I think. It might have been a little longer, or shorter, though... Violet would be better to ask. 

How do you know it’s time to end a relationship?

I guess when you don’t love them anymore? But, I feel like you should try before things get to that point. If there is anything you can do, that is. 

What do you notice first about another person?

Usually, their smile. 

Have you ever had a valentine?

I have in the past, yeah!

[jeanpuff]

If you’re single, why do you think you are?

Well, probably a mixture of reasons. Mostly the fact that I haven’t asked anyone on any dates in a long time. Not that they’d agree to them, necessarily, but I think that would be one of the first steps to not being single. But, I don’t have any plans to ask anyone either -- not yet. 

[jeanpuff]

jean laurent && ryan owens

[jeanpuff]

@dreamerelodie / @missvioletdanes

“So,” Jean began, pulling the cap off his head for just a moment before he placed it back on at a slightly different angle, “hypothetically speaking, if you were thinking of getting a Valentine’s present for a girl... How would you go about getting her something?” The blonde could feel his cheeks getting warmer with every word. “What would you get?” His gaze moved from the floor back up to meet hers. “Because I kind of want to get the perfect thing, but I don’t think I am very good at that and I don’t want to get her something that she wouldn’t like because that would be a little pointless and even more embarrassing and I’ve thought about some things but I don’t think they’re really that good and I don’t think I want to get the typical every day Valentine’s present that anyone could give her...” Jean finally took in a breath, before continuing. “And then that’s without even thinking about what kind of card to get and what I should write in it.” The wizard looked a little out of his depth, that’s for certain.

[jeanpuff]

[hufflepuffmiller]

jeanpuff·:

Jean shook his head, a light blush turning his cheeks a little pink in embarrassment. “I guess you would – you always have girls around you.” He said, considering his friend’s words. The blonde’s eyes followed the wizard’s hand as he reached towards him, looking up as he took hold of his cap to adjust it on his behalf. He didn’t contest it. “It’s always crooked.” He replied, a wide smile on his lips. “It might not last long.” He warned his friend. Jean himself had a habit of readjusting it often, so he’d probably do so without even noticing. “Right – yeah, of course.” He laughed lightly. “I didn’t stay for much longer than that, so they might have but–” he cut off with a shrug.

The male’s brows knitted together. “I do?” He’d never really considered himself a ladies man or anything, he had his fair share of female friends but he wasn’t a flirt and he’d never really had many girlfriends or any flings, with the exception of his ex-girlfriend Lucy. Asher gave a small chuckle. “I know, it always bugs me. I’ll try and control myself next time.” He replied with another sheepish smile. Normally if he considered his urges rude he would try to distract himself and keep his hands busy in order to suppress the urge to lean forward and adjust the things that bugged him. The wizard gave his friend a small amused smile. “What did Elodie say?” 

[jeanpuff]

Jean nodded, surprised at Asher's own surprise. The blond was certainly not the most astute, particularly not when it came to his own situations, but surely it was obvious that Asher gained the attention of many. Although, whether that was an exaggerated thought based on the fact he had dated Lucy before, or an accurate one, who knew? "You are a real ladies man." He said, joking that time for Asher didn't quite fit the stereotypes that accompanied those kind of individuals. Jean shrugged at Asher's further comment, shifting in his chair and playing with the cardboard that sat around his to-go cup, spining it around the cup as he spoke. "You can fix it if you like." It really didn't bother Jean in the slightest and if it made his friend feel a bit more comfortable then why would he complain. "It might stop me looking like an idiot." He winked at the other wizard. Jean leaned forward again. "Elodie wanted me to get fixed up properly." He admitted, his hand moving to adjust his hat before he thought better of it and just scratched the back of his head instead. "But I think she is just happy I went in the first place." He pressed his lips together for a moment, remembering how insistent she had been in the first instance. "But the bones are healed so -- the most important bits." He offered the wizard a wide smile.

[peculiar-pandora]

With a basket of muffins, the blonde skipped around smiling as she offered people her baked goods. It was weird but so was Pandora. She often went around with treats for people in her little wicker basket, the blonde enjoyed interacting with the residents of the town even those she considered strangers. As she walked around she saw someone who looked like they needed some treats, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was about them that told her they needed the pick me up. She didn’t say anything as she approached them, just waited and rocked on her toes until they acknowledged her. Rocking back and forth on her toes, she smiled. The blonde held out baskets and grinned. “You are looking quite peckish but I’ve got some snacks. Would you like some?”

[jeanpuff]

Jean’s mind was in a world elsewhere, so much so that he didn’t even notice the blonde who had come up by his side and had been there for quite some time already. So, when the wicker basket came in to view, he was startled and stepped back slightly, allowing himself to take in the witch who the basket seemed to belong to. “Snacks?” He questioned, peering down into the basket before meeting her gaze again. “Is this a you shouldn’t take sweets from a stranger test?” He asked, looking into the basket to identify the snacks. “Because, I’ve failed that a lot in the past already. I might be beyond hope.” He said with a smile, his gaze meeting hers again. "What is in there?" 

[adhd-plus]

Internal clock: doesn’t work

Attention regulation: doesn’t work

Working memory: sometimes* works

Impulse control: doesn’t work

Executive function: sometimes works

Ability to stop fidgeting or moving: never works

*sometimes meaning very rarely

[jeanpuff]

dreamerelodie·:

Elodie walked into the kitchen coughing as she wafted the smoke away. “JEAN!” She shouted alarmed. “What on earth have you done now?”

Jean took a step back as his sister shouted, her tone of voice taking him back a little. Not that he wasn’t exactly used to hearing his name at that volume and in that tone. But he acknowledged the importance of it a little more in that moment than usual. “Well, I tried baking.” He explained, moving back in to remove the blackened chocolate souffle from the oven. It was charred everywhere, with no redeeming pieces. Perhaps souffle was not something he should begin with. “I thought it would be nice, since you’re always the one cooking for me. And... I was bored.” He shrugged. He’d been in the house the whole day and he had already exhausted his list of possible things to do indoors. It was not a long list. “I don’t think I did it right.” He said, and almost on cue the fire alarm in the hall began to sound -- high pitched and loud. 

[jeanpuff]

@dreamerelodie

“Don’t panic.” Jean said, hearing the door to the kitchen open and watching the smoke billow out into the hall. “I meant for that to happen.”