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Kenz · 17 · 7th · Neutral · Halfblood · 6'1"
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Mar 4 2018, 06:59 PM   Link Quote
JR's body ached for a run in the worst kind of way - or maybe that was his heart and his mind more than his body. Of course, it was the sun that was calling to him, beckoning him outside to be under it's warmth. Temperatures were rising and spring was on it's way. The grounds had turned colors to be a murky brown mess and it left mud on all the shoes JR went out in, which was the reason that when he went running, he was forced to take the time to clean his sneakers afterwards. Of course it there were spells to aid him with that, but it also took time and effort to clean them, if it was to be done right. There was one of the lesson Joe Zerner had left his one with - if you were going to do something, do it right, do your best. The voice inside the neurons of his brain caught him off guard and JR paused in the quiet corridor to look out the window.

As predicted, the sun was shining in the sky, tempting anyone with spring fever to go out and play. For the runner, it was even more tempting - not only because he wanted to pound the pavement with his feet and put the extra miles on, but because JR was a person who also ran in order to cope with emotions. It had taken a long time for the lion to recognize this and now that he had, the young man was trying not to use it as a coping method as often; but it was still his first gut instinct. Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man. Wasn't this a story every child heard at some point in their lives? JR sighed softly as he watched the trees shift slightly in the wind. At least the gingerbread man had real people chasing him - JR didn't have that - at least, anymore.

He turned back towards the corridor, shifting to press his back against the cool wall. It was clear classes were coming to an end and it would be time for JR to go to his next class - his favorite, but who wanted to go to classes when the earth was finally starting to be graced with warm weather? Robes hung loosely on his shoulders because he needed to get to class, with his bag's straps on each of his shoulder blades. His piercing green eyes searched the crowd that was starting to form and then in an instant, JR's posture turned straighter as he shifted his body weight so he could be at his full height. Had that been...? Flowing blonde hair he loved so much - No not Erik's, this was different. This was the girl his heart belonged to - had always belonged to.

But in that second it took him to shift to see better, the hair was gone and so was the girl, lost in the sea of people. JR deflated once more, an audible sigh hitting his ears from his lips. Damn. What had he done to make her disappear? The lion had tried to wait for Kiss in the common room at night to catch a glimpse, had been to all their hiding spots and been looking for her for what seemed like ages - with no luck. It hurt his heart, it hurt his stomach to think about; and JR was afraid to find out exactly what he done to make Kiss avoid him so much at this point. It had been ages since they spoke, ages since they touched and kissed.

Not to mention, he could really use someone to talk to right about now. What did one do when they found out such life changing information such as one of your best friends is actually your cousin except run? How was he supposed to cope with anything without running, especially if Kiss wasn't around to talk to? After classes, he would run, for sure. That's exactly what he needed to do.

@Kiska Ferdenova

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Mar 4 2018, 09:57 PM   Link Quote
A soft exhale fluttered loose strands of hair around the young woman’s face, the strands having worked free from her braid at some point earlier in the day. The sun still shone brightly in the sky, promising hours more of daylight, and yet Kiska had already been awake for several hours as it was. For one that was not an early riser, loathed mornings, and was severely behind in all of her coursework, the Gryffindor had handled her classes thus far remarkably well. Granted, her head and back both ached from the knowledge and books that were being lugged to and fro, but nobody had been cursed at or just cursed, period. No desks had been flipped, no papers thrown. An overall negative internal mood had not made itself evident to anyone around her as of yet. Progress.

Pausing in an alcove by one of the windows that overlooked the grounds, Kiss nudged the glass gently open to let a light breeze play across her face. Out of doors was dreary, there was sure no sugarcoating that, but the promise of bright new greenery was on the horizon. Aside from the change of the leaves to the vibrant fall colors of reds and oranges, the slow growth of green hues and various colors of flowers that swept across the grounds of Hogwarts in spring was her favorite time. It felt even moreso now after months of the weather matching the girl’s mood that had been ever-present. Although it was getting better, it was still hard to shake entirely.

She had been back at Hogwarts for about three weeks now and settling in had been easy – to the point it had almost been as though she had never been missing, if you take out all the hours that had been spent catching up one-on-one with professors for a slim hope of finishing with decent marks. Her days were ones of self-inflicted loneliness, however, as she had not yet sought out those that she was closest with to confide anything in. Now that enough progress had been made to put her back into classes with the rest of the students, there was really no reason to keep to herself as much as she had been. Though any time the lioness dwelt on it, she realized it had just become easier to do. Nobody to answer to and no need to have answers in the first place. With so many questions left back home, the complete lack of them here that couldn’t be answered by a textbook was quite a relief.

Pulling the window back into its closed position, Kiska straightened as the sound of many footsteps slowly started to meet her ears. Another class was letting out and that meant it was time to get on to the next one of her own. The polite smile that ordinarily would have made itself present as she slipped past this and that person was absent, instead her gaze downcast. It did flicker up briefly to ensure her feet were carrying her in the right direction and, in that brief moment in time, they latched on to a familiar figure and didn’t let go. He was also working with the sea of students, making his way to his next class too, no doubt. He hadn’t noticed her but then why would he? He wouldn’t be looking for her. Shouldn’t be looking for her, since the girl had left without so much as a word or note to either him or Liam.

And yet the lioness wanted nothing more than to push her way through the crowd and go to him. Wanted him to somehow hear her thinking his name. He of all people would most understand the tumultuous thoughts that crept through her mind on a daily basis, not to mention what had actually happened itself. He would listen to all of the word vomit, and he would probably be there to hold her afterwards. Probably. Uncertainty immediately crept in in spite of her craving for some sort of human contact. It had been completely and utterly absent the last few months and in spite of never being one to seek it before, Kiska certainly wanted it now. Before she could attempt to make her way to him, however, she was nudged from behind and stumbled. By the time she regained her footing, JR was gone. A lump formed in her throat but she couldn’t help but think perhaps it was for the best. At least for now. There was so much to say and a crowded corridor was certainly not the place to say it.

“Next time,” she said softly to herself as she continued on her way, adjusting the strap on her shoulder although it needed no adjusting. There would be a next time.

@JR Zerner

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