Jay Bennet
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In the depth of a dark Californian alley, a pair of bodies appeared with a crack and together collapsed into a giggling heap against a dumpster. Apparating while under the influence was not a wise idea; they were lucky the two of them hadn't lost any limbs, as Jay's mother had so warned him. But it was graduation night; they had finally been freed from the strict boundaries their school had chained them in. So the pair of best friends had chosen to disembark early from the celebrations as Delilah's parents were away until morning, meaning they had the whole Richarde household to themselves. It was an opportunity they could not have passed up. The tallest of the pair was a handsome young man of eighteen, his dirty blonde hair dishevlled and his tie loose and askew. In one hand he grasped a half empty bottle of vodka, a party favour he had "borrowed" from his Uncle Tristan, and used the other to smooth back the disarrayed hair of his company. "You okay, Del?" Jay asked breathlessly, as he attempted to stifle his laughter but it soon came under wraps as even to touch her silken hair sent wild electric pulses along the boy's arm. Their hazy eyes met, the ocean blue of his washed over the crisp green of his friend's and Jay could not tell if it was the glance, the alcohol or the apparition, but his stomach began to flip inside of him. The graduate had been bottling these feelings away for quite some time now and had spent long nights awake wondering whether or not it was wrong to harbour these thoughts of the Ravenclaw. After all, if Alexis hadn't passed in the accident all those years ago, Delilah would have been his aunt's sister. His aunt-in-law? The thought left a sour taste in the boy's mouth and he gulped it down uncomfortably. For a moment more their gaze held before Jay tore his eyes away, blinking slowly as he focused on the streetlights at the end of the alley.
"Let's get the show on the road." Jay grinned, brandishing the bottle of vodka in right hand while his left arm slinked around Delilah and guided her in the direction of her household. This celebration had been a long time coming and the graduate could not wait to undo his years of hard work, one swig of alcohol at a time. Unlike his mother and Izaak, Jay had taken his studies at Hogwarts rather seriously. What had reminded the brother and sister pair of their death eater father, Jay had revered in. He understood that the grandfather he had never met was perhaps not the nicest of wizards, but he couldn't imagine why they would turn their noses up at such a fascinating world. Much to Fletcher's delight (and Izaak's dismay), he had taken to Quidditch like a duck to water in his first year. As a beater, he had even secured himself a position on the Falmouth Falcons for the upcoming season. Even if his step-father had had a hand in that, Jay was particularly proud of himself for choosing to venture down his own path in life, one that his mother and his Uncle Izaak had never dared to set foot upon. The eighteen year old had a month until training resumed, a solid month of freedom, and from now until then he planned to make every waking moment one to remember. Grinning wickedly as the pair reached the doorstep of the Richarde's empty household, Jay drew upon his liquid courage and wrapped his arms around the waist of his beautiful friend, embracing her from behind as she fumbled with the lock. "Come on, drunkie." Jay's lips grazed the shell of her ear as he whined teasingly into her hearing. "We've got some celebrating to do."
"Let's get the show on the road." Jay grinned, brandishing the bottle of vodka in right hand while his left arm slinked around Delilah and guided her in the direction of her household. This celebration had been a long time coming and the graduate could not wait to undo his years of hard work, one swig of alcohol at a time. Unlike his mother and Izaak, Jay had taken his studies at Hogwarts rather seriously. What had reminded the brother and sister pair of their death eater father, Jay had revered in. He understood that the grandfather he had never met was perhaps not the nicest of wizards, but he couldn't imagine why they would turn their noses up at such a fascinating world. Much to Fletcher's delight (and Izaak's dismay), he had taken to Quidditch like a duck to water in his first year. As a beater, he had even secured himself a position on the Falmouth Falcons for the upcoming season. Even if his step-father had had a hand in that, Jay was particularly proud of himself for choosing to venture down his own path in life, one that his mother and his Uncle Izaak had never dared to set foot upon. The eighteen year old had a month until training resumed, a solid month of freedom, and from now until then he planned to make every waking moment one to remember. Grinning wickedly as the pair reached the doorstep of the Richarde's empty household, Jay drew upon his liquid courage and wrapped his arms around the waist of his beautiful friend, embracing her from behind as she fumbled with the lock. "Come on, drunkie." Jay's lips grazed the shell of her ear as he whined teasingly into her hearing. "We've got some celebrating to do."