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mappingmary:
“Dumb question. She’s my fave, actually. Really made me want to venture into the kitchen and pick up the frying pan. Ah, the smolder. Who could blame you? You’re in in luck though! I just so happen to hail from a tower myself.”
“Oh, you do darling? A high-rise apartment in the city then?”
“With the lips who’s still rolling with the stones. Sounds like social suicide. Thanks for cluing me in before I went and walked into that trainwreck. Might as well just leave the planet now,” she laughed as Jill grinned. “Hm… High ground, low ground. Are you feeling more Rapunzel or dragon hiding out in a cave?”
“Rapunzel, always darling. Mostly because Flynn Ryder is gorgeous and I envy the blonde who gets to kiss him.”
aiectocarrow:
“Just things,” she replied flatly, never one for going in depth when speaking about personal matters. She quirked a brow at the girl’s position. “Dancer, or mentally unstable?”
“Dancer,” Jill smirked at Alecto and chewed on her lower lip. “Though the latter is up for debate.”
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mappingmary:
“Ah! Are they coming?” Mary yelled, unsure of who ‘they’ were but that they were definitely to be avoided. Raising an eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder at Jill, Mary let out a laugh. “I’ll make a note of that. I don’t think I’m making much of a human shield though. We might need to relocate you to a safer location, Eagle One.”
“Yes, yes, your social life depends on it really. Nobody wants to be out-hexed by a fifth year named Jagger. As in Mick Jagger, the old guy.” Jill grinned and looked up at Mary. “Got an idea, Alpha Trout?”
aiectocarrow:
The party had offered little in the way of amusement. From being tossed from guest to guest to make formal introductions, to having to spend an evening with her entire family together, to the party quite literally going up in flames, and to duelling with Emmeline Vance – Alecto would not label the night as having been ‘fun.’ She arched her neck, blowing out smoke; half thankful that the only wounds she had sustained were a few bruises from Emmeline’s fists. “Life’s a drag, eh?” she mused to the person next to her, unapologetic features regarding having been one of the few students who had lashed out against the Mudbloods.
“You can say that again,” Jill sighed, spreading her legs into a seated straddle stretch. “What’s got you down?”
Amelia: It definitely has to do with that whole "Not being bald eventually" thing
Jill: Mm, take a lot of showers maybe? I don't know, I was glittery for weeks last time I went clubbing in Seoul.
Amelia: Any suggestions as to how i get glitter and paint out of my hair?
Amelia: At this rate I'll be sparkling til Christmas
Jill: And why wouldn't you want to sparkle, you goddess?
“Hide me!” Jill shrieked, running to the first familiar face she found and using their body to shield hers. “It’s not wise to start a hex war with my youngest brother. You know, in case you ever planned to.”
ravenrosalind:
“Of course I’ll stay. Besides I could use some headache potion. I’m still getting them after my concussion from the circus.”
“Were you terribly hurt?” Jill bit her lip, guilty that if Ros were seriously hurt, she hadn’t known. “Or did you really just walk away with a concussion?”
jillyouplease:
Fourth position, right foot back, knees bent, and go! Open leg into second, back to passe, keep turning.
“Open, in, open in, turn turn finish,” Jill mouthed to herself as she completed a series of the dreaded fouette turns.
Fouettes, she hadn’t choreographed a dance for herself with those in ages; they simply weren’t her favorite thing to do. But they were challenging, and what she needed for this routine was challenging if she had any chance. And music, she needed to settle on a piece of music. God, the choreography. She wasn’t even starting that yet, this was purely practicing different dance moves. Not like ‘I just recovered from an injury’ would get her any points.
Fouettes, a la seconde turns, a grand allegro jump, maybe a series of double tours. Just throw in as many challenging moves as she can. She can’t afford to be anything less than stellar. She only had one shot to audition for the program. She had to put together a breathtaking 120 second long routine.
Jill wiped the small beads of sweat from her forehead and stared out the window, prepping for a la seconde turns. She turned back toward the empty desks and nodded their direction, having found something to spot.
One, two, three…
Good, she didn’t travel and that’s becoming a more common occurance with these. Excellent. She went for another series of turns, careful to spot, always always she was careful to spot.
Except out of the corner of her eye she noticed something - someone - that wasn’t there seconds ago. She gasped and jolted, pulling her body away from where it should be, lost sight of where she was spotting and, fuck, where’s Ke$ha when you need her because timber. Jill squealed and held her arms out so she’d fall on them and not her face, but she never did.
The surprise guest had caught her - that, or she drug them down under her.
“What the hell, oh my Godric you couldn’t make a little noise walking up? You’re light on your feet, like, really light.” Jill grabbed fistfuls of her hair, still in the person’s arms - or fallen on top of them, all she knew was she hadn’t moved yet - and sighed. “You scared me.”
lvcinda-t:
See… it’s ok.
Uhm...thanks Lucinda? I guess. But don’t you think taking a wetwipe to it would’ve been more...sanitary?
dorcasmeadowcs:
“Yes, that is a picture of engagement rings. I’ve received news about my betrothal– Dorcas Flint doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”
It sounds a little...well it doesn’t flow well, to be honest.
ravenrosalind:
“What was I supposed to do, just leave you there all bloody?”
“I love you, you’re a princess. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, you can just drop me off.”
ravenrosalind:
“People are such bloody idiots,” Ros mumbled as she handed Jill some tissues, “Come on, lets get you to Pompfrey.”
“Finally, somebody’ll help me. Thanks Ros, goodness.”
mxrmckinnxn:
Marlene listened to her talk and just shook her head. “Come on, yeah, let’s go. Pomfrey’s sure to have something. Unless you want me to try and episkey that for you? I’m not bad at it, I promise. I’m always fixin’ up my friends after practise.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re excellent at it,” Jill said, frowning as a bit of blood trickled onto her shirt. “But I tried a cleaning charm and a simple healing charm and I think the crabs’ pincers are enchanted to require more complicated magic. I’ll kill whoever did this.”
