Jenn had a date, a date with a guy that turned out to be a bore so she left him at the club for him to find some other girl who would drink herself into believing he had something interesting to say. To get away from him, she left the Makatu Mall and walked along the cobbled streets towards Brightstone Village. Jenn didn't really know what she was planning to do there but she went anyway, her heels making a sound with each step that she made which was all she heard as she walked onwards, only seeing lights from houses in the distance to keep her nerves down from the slight eeriness of the village at nighttime. In the day, it was hard to even hear your thoughts so walking around with nothing but her thoughts and her footsteps, Jenn found herself wishing she would be out of the way so she turned quickly to the right and had not noticed just wear she was, even with the lights on the streets shining off the brightly coloured metal that belonged to the park. It had been years since she was in a park, almost a decade in fact. It had been back in Canada with both of her parents and her twin brother but those days were over and had been for quite some time now. It was the reason why she thanked the Reeds for allowing her to stay at their home, provided her with food and love that she would not get at her mother's home. Often times it made her question why her mother was so cold hearted unlike the woman she now called 'Mom' and why her father had abandoned her unlike the man she now called 'Dad'.
Thoughts of her childhood flooded back when Jennifer Lydia Wilkonson had noticed that she was in the park. She remembered how much she had enjoyed the swings and so she walked over to relive this small part of her childhood after she kicked off her black suede pumps and put her matching black clutch down beside it in the patch of grass by the polls of the swings. This was when she put her palm flat on the grey, cold plastic of the seat to check if there was rain water resting on it. Once she was certain that her sleeveless, red dress would not get ruined in anyway she settled down on it and like a child that she was trying to imitate, she walked backwards before she let herself swing down like a pendulum. It had been years since the breeze that moved her blonde locks out of her face was not due to flying at incredibly fast speeds and if she had done this during the day she would not have enjoyed herself just as much as she was. The Hufflepuff seventh year wondered if swings had something that was innately amazing about them because there was nothing that could cheer her or her brother up than a trip to the park to play on the swings when they were children and their problems were much more simple. Or perhaps that was it, that they had never had to deal with what they were now. Either way, Jenn did not seem to care as she pumped herself on the swing to go faster and faster still.
A light giggle erupted from her lips as she looked around through the chains that she held tightly in her slender hands and realized just how foolish she must have looked and how Jennifer did not care in the least. Nothing could upset her now for she was on a high that only the innocence of childhood could bring.
Matthew's right hand cupped around the small flickering flame of his lighter as he waited - impatiently - for the cigarette that was being firmly held between his lips, to catch alight. It wasn't long however before his cigarette lit up and he just as quickly set off down the small side street of Brightstone Village. It was still quite early in the night, drunken wizards hadn't yet left their pubs and so, Matthew took advantage of the stillness that seemed to just echo from the dark moody sky above him. He threw his hand in the air briefly, a half wave type thing, as his long-time friend called out a final goodbye from the front door of his house. Matt just about heard the door slam shut before turning an abrupt corner, disappearing out of sight. He loosely held the cigarette between his thumb and his forefinger as he exhaled the smoke from his nostrils, he didn't want to return home, not yet. He only had a few days left in New Zealand before he would have to return to New York because he simply couldn't procrastinate his life any further than he already had. His dream had just seemed so idyllic, it seemed flawless and just about everything he ever wanted. But in reality it turned out to be none of those things, he just had to fully admit that to himself. Matthew thought he had prepared himself for all of the hard work and the rejection that would soon follow, he thought it would be easy. But in reality, being rejected countless times, was tough. The industry was tough and Matthew honestly didn't know wheter or not he could take it anymore.
The thought of returning to New York, just to play a few gigs for people, who he knew weren't fans and who just happened to be at that pub, or club, at that particular time, was something he was dreading. He also didn't think that playing in front of these said people who didn't seem to give a sh*t would feel as discouraging as it had. Standing up there each night was just plain embarassing and so no wonder, Matthew often turned to drink. So, really, it was both himself and his liver that he was considering giving up this lifestyle. Without really being aware of what or where he was going, Matthew found himself at the gate to Takarokaro Park. Somewhere, where he hadn't been in so long. In fact, now that he properly thought about it, the last time he stepped foot in this park was with Lucie, when they first arrived in New Zealand. However, this time, it didn't seem as welcoming, it seemed eerie and desolute. It was perfect. He threaded deeper into the park now and noticed that the sound of his boots hitting off the cobbled walkway wasn't the only sound intruding the natural stillness of the park at night time. He paused, while taking another drag from his cigarette, and looked around, over his left shoulder and then, over his right shoulder and that was when he saw her. A girl, on the swings. But it wasn't a child, that much he could tell. It would have been quite terrifying if it was a child though, something one might see in a horror film and in which case Matthew Reed would have ran right out of that park. But instead, he walked across the grass to the set of swings and the girl, who even from where he was standing, was tremondously enjoying this pressumably, spontaneous moment of innocence. The full moon highlighted the girls blonde hair, a head of hair that instantly reminded him of someone he once knew.
His heart had stopped briefly and then suddenly rocketed inside his chest as he peered through his glasses, not even the darkness could blind him from knowing that that girl, that girl, who looked so carefree and joyous, was in fact, Jennifer Wilkonson. They pair had pretty much sucessfully avoided each other over the Winter holidays and the fact that here they were, in Takarokaro Park, at this time in the night was more than coincidence. It was like some sort of twisted fate. Standing now, a good bit away from the swingset, Matthew had two options: turn back and return home, or stay and confront the very person who had entered his mind anytime he went near another girl. There was something about how they left things with each other, that stopped Matthew from having anything other than a fling with any girl, no matter how hot she happened to be. There was nothing to it really, he knew what he had to do and taking one last long drag from his cigarette - in hopes that would boost his courage at a time like this - he took a few slow steps over the patch of grass, the only thing that stood between himself and Jenny tonight. What exactly he would say to her he didn't know? He just continued walking, walking until he literally had no more grass to walk on and so he stopped. His cigarette held between his fingers and he he knew if he didn't speak soon, the smell of smoke would reach her nostrils and announce his presence. "A bit late for a Hogwarts student to be out is it not?" His deep scratchy tone of voice was quite confident, which was surprising as Matthew Reed, was actually nervous. So nervous that he was weighing out the option wheter or not to apparate himself out of that park.
It was hard for anyone to really see in the night, not to mention when they were swinging through the air - back and forth, back and forth - so not even Jennifer's peripheral vision gave her the hint that someone was watching her on the swingsets like in some real life version of a horror movie like 'Silence of The Lambs'. this was why when she heard a voice creep up from the silence of the night she gasped loudly. She stopped pumping her legs on the swings and became aware of the solidarity of the park and how she was not able to apparate legally yet. It all seemed very bleak for Jenn before she replayed the voice in her head and searched for the body and saw that the person who had spoken these accusatory words were none other than Matthew flipping Reed. She rolled her blue eyes, acting like she was an insolent child like all adults seemed to assume she was. "A bit too innocent for a pervert, is it not?" she retorted, flashing him a bit of the same attitude that she had always been known to have but also throwing back the fact that she did not want to speak with someone who had cheated on her because she had not been ready for sex. She had been too self-conscious, too frightened but she was glad that he had cheated on her, she was glad that they had not become that intimate in their relationship because then she could recover with more ease, even if this was still proving to be difficult. But Jenn was a strong girl, she would recover and get back on her feet to get knocked back down again, it seemed because each high she got from a relationship it was just pushed back down. Many a time she considered being a nun but the thought of actually adopting religion did not appeal to her, especially considering that being a witch in the religion that she had been raised as considered her spawn of the devil. However, when she looked at her mother it was quite true.
Jennifer jumped off the swing before walking over to her shoes and clutch. Well I must be going. Jenn said flatly, looking into the eyes of the person she once would do anything to be around while she now wanted only to ignore him and his presence. Id rather not be killed by your idiocy and suicidal actions, she said to Matthew as she looked directly at the cigarette. The fact that it caused cancer and her brother was in remission caused a shudder to crawl up her spine and flow through her body. Whether she liked it or not, she still loved the great fool and the thought of another person going through what her twin had caused her pain and she couldnt be around them as they did it to themselves willingly. The pain that her family had gone through had not been what they wanted and any smoker who saw any of this would quit in a second but she could not tell this to Matthew because it almost caused her physical pain to be around him while he both committed very slow, torturous suicide and because he had wounded her so much and so quickly. Putting her heals back on she looked at him, the kohl around her eyes making it look as if she cared nothing about him which was exactly what she wanted. The blonde Hufflepuff wanted him to wish that he had not hurt her, he wanted Matthew to try to reason with her and claim his love so she could shoot him down and hurt him just as he had hurt her. Revenge was not something that the girl often took place in but if the person deserved it, she was fine with executing things to hurt this person in any way possible. Matthew Reed, her ex-boyfriend and the brother of her best friend, just happened to be this person.
Jennifer fixed her dress by smoothing over the backside before she walked past Matthew, going in the direction from which they both had came from. The speed at which she walked was slowly yet confidently. It was a walk that a girl would do typically if they were aware that a guy was checking them out. Although the Hufflepuff typically disliked those thoughts based on herself, she thought it might be used in her advantage should things play out with the idiot trying to get back together. But Jenn wasnt going to manipulate the situation, it would be all Matthews actions to which she would simply indulge in until she would not any longer. Call her wicked, if one must, but Jennifer Lydia Wilkonson would not be put under a mat and treated like dirt. She would get justice from those who had harmed her, excluding her mother. Jenn had not yet returned the favor that her mother had given her and their little family. It was the reason she had gotten the tattoo on her ribs, it was her personal reminder of the pain that people could cause you and how one little chemical could numb you from the pain. It was also used in helping to find a cure for cancer and this cause was important to the seventh year.
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