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May I? || Jack & Flower

Jack knew two things. Florence would not be sleeping and she wouldn’t be in the dorms. So after mending his bruises himself after his run in with Amycus and after getting Lucius to take his patrol he went to go find her. There were a few options and she was a creature of habit so when he got to the fifth floor corridor that he’d found her in all those weeks ago he paused. He listened for any sound and when he heard the smallest movement he walked that direction. She sat in a doorway, light in hand, reading. Well, it looked like she was reading but he doubted that that true. So he walked up and just sat. He sat so they were touching. He sat and watched her out of the corner of his eye. He watched her and though about Carrow’s description of what he’d done to her. Jack had always known Florence was strong but after hearing what she’d been through and the fact that she was even upright blew him away. He knew she was most likely only running on a few hours of sleep. He knew she was living in fear and pain and confusion. And he knew that he was still and just stayed there she might come round and he could help hold her together. He wasn’t foolish. He knew she was strong and mighty and brave. All he wanted was to be there to support her. To love her in the midst of her feeling unloved. That’s all he’d ever really wanted. Her. As she was. And he was willing to walk through everything she threw at him and bear ever burden in order to win her over. It had always been that way...since they’d first met. He was Icarus. She was the Sun. Only his wings weren’t made of wax and he would make it close enough to touch her. If it meant getting burned in the process who was he to care.

So he sat, back against the cool stone wall, and watched her through slitted eyes. Everything ached. Carrow had been rough but Jack was satisfied with showing the other boy that he meant business. Maybe he’d made a lifelong enemy but he couldn’t bring himself to care. More and more all he cared about was the tiny girl sitting across from him. If that made him narrow and stupid than so be it. He didn’t need her, no. He didn’t need this. He wanted her. He chose her. He chose this. Her words from earlier rang through him. I don’t want you. In that moment all he’d been able to think was: but I want you. And that was what stuck inside of him. Yes, Jack Shafiq was a selfish bastard. He went for what he wanted no matter the cost. He would rather die than give up on this. So he would stick it out. She’d have to be sane and emotionally detached when she told him to leave for him to actually listen to her. As it was, Jack knew that even if she didn’t want him...she needed him. So he was here.

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High Flying || Jack and Flower

Jack is excited to get out into the fresh air. He grabs Flower's hand and leads her through their fellows students out to the pitch. Once out there, he's relieved to see that the pitch is fairly unpopulated. He walks to the broom closet and opens it and hand Flower a broom that will fit her and was sturdy. "Ok, what do you know about flying"

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Many A Sleepless Night || Jack and Flower

Jack hates and enjoys patrolling in equal measures. He hates dealing with stupid students out of bed when they should just bloody go to sleep. He enjoys the quiet, the chance to watch the stars. It’s the perfect time to think and relax and sort through the day. It’s been enjoyable night so far. He’s been partnered with Amelia Bones which means he doesn’t have to worry about his partner. No one else seems to be out and about. He needs the time to think after what happened with Florence and with Narcissa. He didn’t like that he’d pretty much gone against his word to Florence. He didn’t like to think that Narcissa would retaliate. He didn’t like that he’d ruffled status quo. He’d been meticulous about keeping things as they should be so he could “get out alive” as he’d told Xeno. He’d only been somewhat joking. He didn’t have familial support like other “blood traitor” families. He was alone in this. Only he wasn’t anymore. He had Florence. She was becoming the single most important thing to him, more important then his own self. He smiled at the thought of her, everything about her making him so incredibly happy. The fact that she wanted to be in his life was intoxicating.

His happy thoughts could have gotten him to Neverland if it hadn’t been for the figure he saw, crouching in the door frame of a classroom reading by candle light. He’d wanted it to be a simple night but that was not what he was going to get. So he approached and put on his best prefect voice. "You can’t be here. I’ll have to dock points. You need to get to bed. No excuses." He offered a hand down to the culprit, who he thought was a girl, but the candle ligth obscured any markers that woud enable identification.

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Adventures in Caves || Jack and Florence || Hogsmede Weekend

Saturday is one of those rare January days where the sky is as blue as summer. There was no clouds, only sunlight bouncing off the snow drifts, and blinding anyone with fair eyes. Even Jack is squinting as he watches his fellow students pair off or group up and start the trek from the Castle to the town for a day of freedom and sweets. Normally he'd find Regulus and tagalong or maybe Gideon and Fabian. But today, today is special. He's been thinking about it every night...about what he would say, how it would go, even what he would wear. Today he was going to the caves with Florence and everything had to be perfect. 

He'd bundled up. Clear sky days where colder then days where the sky was grey with snow clouds. He hoped Florence would bundle up too but she seemed less concerned with the cold then anyone he'd ever met. He turned to look the direction of Gryffindor common room. They hadn't set a time or place to meet. Jack had just assumed they'd meet in front of the Great Hall after breakfast. He'd seen her across the room that morning at breakfast, talking animatedly with Rita. He'd tried and fail at not staring. But she just...she drawn his attention. Other girls had done that in the past but none of them had been like Florence. It was exciting and new and distracting...he found he didn't get his homework done during class if she was there because he liked to watch her. Every part of her came alive with curiosity...it was like watching a storm roll in. 

He didn't care that other people noticed and gossiped about them. All he cared about was she wanted to be around him and he wanted to give his and receive her full attention whenever and however for as long as possible. He was so lost in his thoughts about her that he didn't hear her approach until she was right there, not two paces from him. "Oh! Hello! You look ready for our adventure."