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Jean wasn't even aware how much time had passed. He took a look around the kitchen, noting that it was a lot more crowded than it had been last time he'd looked up or perhaps he was beginning to see double. Really, he had no idea. The nineteen year old only half heard his friend, but he threw...

"I know" he agreed with a light chuckle. He knew he'd been at least a decent boyfriend to Victoire, and he hoped that whoever he dated next would think so too. "Well, it's because I'm not a dumbass so you haven't had to laugh" he joked, lifting his glass, his fingers wet with the drink that...

From behind his sunglasses, Jean narrowed his eyes for a moment as he was confused about what Esme was doing here. He'd forgotten for a moment that she was engaged to marry into the family. "Hello Esme" he replied before shaking his head. "Nope. I haven't seen him in about a week" Jean...

"Please" Jean waved his hand dismissively. No way did he think he'd lose. The familiar burn hit his throat as he followed suit, downing shot number two. The teenager looked around the room, watching people converse and dance. It was a typical wizard teenager party. Eager to get ahead, Jean...

Jean lifted his shot glass in a declaration of cheers before bringing it to his lips and tipping its contents down his throat. He brought the glass back down to the table with a small thud, the burn of the vodka sliding its way down his throat and chest. The need to cough like Archie lingered...

Jean almost choked on his beer in his rush to reply to the gauntlet that Archie had just thrown. He'd just used the words competition and win in the same sentence, and had already declared Jean a loser. "Are you mad?! No f***in' way" he replied, a laugh on his lips and his accent strong on the...

[adminapproval=11684194]"...Should be a fun game" Jean finished with a half shrug, glad that the team's publicist had begun shooing people out of the locker room so they could finish getting ready. Reaching to his back, Jean pulled off his warm-up shirt and reached for his game shirt and robes...

Jean listened to Zachery before smirking. "Oh, I most certainly will" he chuckled. The Gryffindor felt an elbow and turned slightly to better hear Archie. "Bring it on, Archie" he replied, very happy to switch drinks. If the goal was to party, there was nothing like vodka to make that happen...

Jean hadn't exactly been friends with Zachary, but he had liked him well enough. He nodded, sipping his beer before hearing Archie approach. His smile widened as he listened to the guy, a laugh escaping his lips as he stood to give the guy a quick hug. "I just saw you at graduation!" He...

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It felt kind of odd to be going into a person's home when he didn't even know them, but Archie had assured him that it was fine. That was really all Jean had needed. While he knew that Archie wasn't above getting him into a spot of trouble for some fun, he didn't think this was that. And as...

An opportunity to relax and enjoy a day off at someone else's expense sounded like a good idea to the young quidditch player, even if he did have to spend it with his family. Figuring he'd see his mother and perhaps some of his siblings there, Jean headed straight from his hotel room to the...

Jean wasn't particularly happy to be walking through the doors of the castle. He'd left some bad memories behind. He was, however, looking forward to seeing Archie and Orwell graduate. He'd kept in touch with Archie throughout the year, and he was eagerly anticipating catching up with him...

Games had begun again, and Jean was hard-pressed for time. He was hardly home, arriving home some nights simply to sleep. Other times, he would stay in a hotel. So, when he received the next owl just before practice was set to begin, it was no wonder when he opened it that it had actually...

Jean was sitting at his desk, the snowflake that Archie had sent hanging from his window where it caught the best light. It was early morning, and the house was quiet though he was sure that wouldn’t last too much longer. Jean was feeling better than he had in ages. Making sure to enclose the...

In spite of Archie's request for him to respond in a faster manner, the letter from his friend sat on his desk at home for weeks, a blank piece of parchment beside it. On Christmas Eve's eve, he noticed it again, and with a sigh sat down. The feeling in his gut was one of shame at forgetting...

With bruise paste covering his ribs from a bludger shot he'd taken during practice, Jean finally got around to returning Archie's letter. It had sat unopened on his desk long after he'd returned from a small away trip with the team. Jean was having a rough go of things, and he'd been wallowing...

Edoardo and Lily Grace maybe.