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[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...

Even though she was friendly with his brother, Jean didn't interact with Esme all that much. He hadn't been able to find Lucien to ask where he might find her though, so he figured the pitch might be a good place to begin his search for her. They did have a match coming up in a few days...

Having made an attempt to pronounce the name several times, Jean had simply held out the paper with the person's name and asked a Hufflepuff entering the common room to find that person. He certainly didn't know who it was, so he hoped for better luck trying this out. His bucket held less and...

Jean had peeked at the message as he'd made the long trek upstairs, and he couldn't wait to deliver this one. He was even pretty sure he'd figured out the person who had sent the note, even though they'd used their first name only. Knocking on the professor's office door, Jean waited with a...

Jean wasn't exactly sure why he'd agreed to this, perhaps to keep himself busy and not thinking so much or perhaps to avoid doing other things. Either way, he'd found himself with a bunch of flowers and a list of people to deliver them to. He headed to the Hufflepuff table eager to knock one...

Jean had grabbed a bucket to hold all the roses he had to deliver today. He'd been running around for a while now, and spotting a familiar head of purple hair up ahead, Jean surged forward. "Hey Orwell! Wait up! I've got a delivery for you" he yelled as he made his way down the hall.

This RP takes place December 2041 The Manor wasn't a place that Jean came to often. He avoided it when he could, but there were certain events he couldn't avoid no matter how hard he tried. This was one of them. Several hours in, he'd managed to leave the area where most of the family was...

Jean wasn't sure how he was feeling as he'd descended the final few steps to the Great Hall. Excitement at seeing Victoire's dress and enjoying a night with her was surely at the top, but he also felt a pang of sadness as he recalled the many sweet memories that had come out of this ball for...

More and more each day, the fact that he was a seventh year and soon to leave the school hit Jean Snow. The thought was startling. Jean had never been fond of classes, so he knew he wouldn’t miss them. Knowing that you wanted to play professional quidditch from an early age sort of made...

Jean had been on the pitch for an hour by the time students began to arrive for tryouts. He’d wanted to get everything prepared, make sure that everything was just right for this tryout. The practice chest was on the ground beside him, open with the bludgers struggling in their harnesses. A...

Jean took another look at the hand written information that Victoire had given him, the tiny map of where they'd meet and when because she knew he'd forget otherwise. With a grin, Jean grabbed his backpack, leaving his home without a word to his mom, his siblings, or his step-father. Now that...

If they ever say that I never do anything for them, I’m cursing them, Jean thought to himself as he finished ordering the school house elves to set up the final table. The teenager had ‘borrowed’ a radio from another Gryffindor, and he’d coaxed the house elves into giving him the snacks and even...

Prefect patrols often got in the way of other things that the teenager preferred to be doing like hanging out with his brother or Archie and Orwell, practicing quidditch, or studying with Victoire which typically involved watching her study while he tried to distract her with other things. All...

In the aftermath of RHI and that terrible house meeting, Jean had learned a few things: Gryffindor House was a lot bigger than he'd thought and now he had less time than ever. Quidditch was thankfully over for the season, the team finally securing a victory that meant the season wasn't a total...

Boredom caused Jean to do some crazy things sometimes. As the late morning turned into the afternoon, Jean knew that he was going to go crazy if he didn't do something with his day. The common room was quiet, which was pretty uncharacteristic for Gryffindor House. He was used to it being...

Boredom was quickly setting in for the teenaged boy, so he left the common room. He had to find something to do or he was going to die of boredom. Jean had never known that to happen to anyone, but in that moment, he was sure that it was a very real thing. Since downstairs held more room for...

Jean was determined to get off to a good start this year. He’d spent much of his vacation doing what he usually did, slacking off and being with his siblings. It was easy to do when you had as many siblings as he did. Jean didn’t have to try too hard. He just had to make sure that one of his...

Two games and Jean hadn't been able to play in either one, despite one of the captains practically promising him that he would. At least that's what he'd gotten from the brief conversation during their victory party. The second year sighed and continued trudging up the steps, beating himself...

No longer a first year, Jean had walked back into the castle with a small bit of confidence. He knew exactly where to go even if his sister hadn't been in front of him leading the quads along. He'd dealt with it, knowing that he would be off on his own before long. Early the next morning...

"Reaching out for something you've got to feel... while clutching to what you had thought was real..." </FONT></SIZE> Kicking at a dead horse pleases you You just stood there screaming [name] Jean Ivon Snow [etymology] Jean is the French form of the name John and Ivon is a German variant of the...