Secretive Glances.

[Benjamin Chase]

Ten muted minutes ago, Benjamin was in the library with his mind half awake. He had been there for nearly two hours just trying to finish the novel he had in his hands. Eight minutes ago, he was reading something that his mind barely registered. Its words tried to vividly describe how the magic worked through the wand of the caster who was the antagonist, unfortunately. Six minutes ago, Benjamin almost fell asleep in an exhausted state with his hands lazily sprawled on the table and the book just beside it. That however he controlled after letting his head drop down halfway towards the table. Benjamin murmured something intelligible as he ran a hand sleepily through the untidily fixed hair he owned. The nearest table in front his had two ladies sitting across one another - one copying down notes from a book whilst the other looked at him funnily. Fives minutes ago, Benjamin was walking straight out of the library, determined to find a place where nobody would stare at him like he was using the library like his four poster bed. The embarrassment of having somebody witness how he closed his mind and let his head's thoughts drift to sleepy land. That was how Benjamin tried to keep away from the society. Sometimes he had companions but always, he preferred to be alone.

The state of being infamous never did the trick. Some knew him as the pureblood supremacist guy who secretly fancied a Gryffindor. Before it was Hariah who he was talking to most of the time and now the Gryffindor who he usually conversed with was Andrea Kelize. That sporty, brunette to blonde, muggleborn witch. His mind was wandering again to unnaturally lonely thoughts. He was human, of course Benjamin felt the effects of the isolation he placed between himself and most of the students. Those who dug up the articles of the RHI authors eyed him with interest as if he was on an experiment they were betting on. No, he was not going to insult their blood status - he had enough of that for the meantime. His nature thought was to keep at least a short stretchy distance between him and those he knew were muggleborn. The rest of the students that he vaguely knew became just a minor annoyance for him. Especially the giggly girls who never had the idea to seal their lips for a moment or two. The corridors and hallways were not as packed he noted. Several rooms that were used as classrooms or meeting places were noticeably shut. Benjamin was in search of the main staircase that led downstairs. He descended the marble steps, his pace absently forming his signature swagger. He skipped the third floor for certain reasons. God, he never wanted to visit the Hospital Wing again... especially with a bloody freaking nose. He still carried those foul memories, Benjamin realized.

Three minutes ago, he was walking on the corridor that had no room for classes at all. The Heads' offices were present though as well as the common room for the prefects that Benjamin knew about. Briefly he wondered whoever person would get the prefect badge from Styx next year. He thought of the two people in his year that were part of the Quidditch team. They were qualified indeed, and both were purebloods which was a plus for the boy. The afternoon air was chilly which waked him up a bit from the drowsiness he experienced earlier. Benjamin walked steadily to a room's medium sized oak doors that he knew professors never used for their classes. Benjamin pushed it with his shoulder and was not surprised to feel that it was amazingly heavy. The room had cluttered pieces of paper in a corner. Benjamin whipped out his wand and approached the papers curiously without his wand aimed at anything but the ground. The papers appeared to be discarded school notes. Turning with abrupt alarm Benjamin cast a banishing charm towards the door with more strength than usual. It closed with a slight bang which caused him to flinch at his own clumsiness. Now it was only him and his book. Benjamin left the papers alone in their original position and went to one of the many dusty desks of the classroom. "Scourgify," murmured Benjamin mainly to the chair. In an instant, the dirt seemed to be sucked by the wand. Now it stood there without any of the unnamed secrets he saw on it. The boy plastered a pleased smile on his lips and plopped down to sit. He opened the bookmarked page steadily and without any warning, put two of his legs on the table, crossing one over the other. Silence surrounded him with the occasional screams of laughter outside. He did not mind that - it was muffled by the doors anyways. His eyes scanned the page briefly before he finally resumed his reading.
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[Jazmine Della-Robbia]

JazzyMae Della-Robbia was in the mood to do something. The Hufflepuff sat in the Student Lounge bored. Angie was out bouncing around and probably doing something that was so not mature. While JazzyMae just sat in the Student Lounge doing absolutely nothing. A couple of days ago she helped some first years find their classes, and JazzyMae had been attending all her classes and trying to be a good student, except in Divination. She did not even know why she was taking that class, but she found it to be stupid. Who would want to see into the future? That totally took away the element of surprise that life liked punching you in the face with. JazzyMae stood up and walked out of the Student Lounge. She had found out that she was part-veela, but she had no one to practice her newfound charm on! Tiffany and Rafa both suggested to her to charm somebody. She was not used to acting cute, or eve flirting with anyone. Her other siblings were born knowing they were gorgeous. JazzyMae had major self-esteem issues growing up. She struggled with accepting compliments, and at times, she did not even look herself in the mirror. Now, she was stuck in between two worlds and did not know where to go.

JazzyMae sighed and made her way up to the second floor. Passing the Hospital Wing on her way up made her think of Chase, the boy she had punched in the face. She felt completely sorry for it, and at the time she had thought she was doing right. Naturally, she avoided him in classes, and, basically, wherever she saw him. She was sure he was angry about getting beat up by a girl. Kennedy's pride was forever hurt when she gave him a scar. Chase was lucky that his nose did not have any permanent damage. Noses were easy fixes, eyes were not. It was not like her brother was blind or anything, but she still felt bad for giving him something he was going to have to live with forever. JazzyMae was startled by a loud noise. Was someone throwing a temper tantrum? How childish, but J.M. could not talk about childish. JazzyMae walked up to the door of the Abandoned Classroom. She was reminded of the time she and Damien were her. Thinking about the boy made her sad, in a way. She had promised to tell him everything, but she had not told him everything. He knew about everything else except the fact that she was half- vela. But, she could not risk everyone finding out about her secret. That was the last thing she wanted to happen. J.M. realized that she had been standing in front of the door for several minutes. She probably looked crazy. She opened the door quietly and walked into the room. A part of the Hufflepuff wanted to scream at the sight of Benjamin Chase. It was just her luck. She guessed it was life's way of telling her that he deserved an apology. She put on a smile before she skipped over to him took the book from his hands. "I want to talk." she said sweetly. She did not want to make it look like she was going to abuse him again. That was definitely not the case. She totally had a different idea in her head.

 

[Benjamin Chase]

The comfortable atmosphere made the initially tensed posture of Benjamin relax gradually as the minutes passed. Time was not being such an utter issue to him for today giving him enough time to lay around and do something that he thought was worth the whilst. Most of the people around were just simply not suitable companions for him. They were imbeciles, jerks or halfbloods that felt that they had the right to say that they were purely magical as well. Benjamin felt his eyes stop reading as he thought about those factors that were the sole reasons why he considered himself to be a loner at most times. He talked to other Slytherins in the common room; he acted like a total swine to the muggleborns of any age and snubbed them and as for the girls who were really charming around him... he just flashed them an irritated frown. He was growing up. He was now a teenager who felt the changes around him starting to constantly grow each day. His height was rapidly changing and he knew that he would not stop any time soon. The various and little yet disturbing realizations of maturity were dawning him now and then.

Silence again embraced his thoughts. It was the cycle of Benjamin's mind for the past few days. There was no spark to his days and nights, especially when he walked to the Great Hall. All he saw were the usual students and professors lurking around aimlessly or rather with an aim but it did not definitely appear like it. Benjamin shook his head slowly and breathed in the ancient air of the room. Emerald eyes took a scan around the perimeter and ever wondered if the room was used for some education purposes. Out of the multiple choices of classrooms this one was singled out. It was an odd feeling to be here all alone - with only a wand and a book as company. How boring was his life for the earlier days of the semester. Benjamin fingered the material used for the book's pages and inhaled deeply once more. He was going to finish this, no matter what would happen. He wanted to finish it and he knew that he had to. Given that the book was an old classic for teenagers (only for his opinion, secretly) Benjamin's eyes turned back to the last paragraph he read. There he began to read again silently, taking in the words of the pureblood author. They were deep and sophisticated. The novel was full of adventure and excitement unlike the life of the Slytherin boy.

A click resonated eerily. Quietly echoing around the room, that particular click quickly faded from Benjamin's point of view. The back of the boy was facing the the door and he had no idea that someone had intruded in his very small and quiet haven. The description of the the protagonist planning for an attack was so intricate and explained the picture almost so vividly. Benjamin absently nibbled on his upper lip as his eyes read in a swift manner. He wanted to know which plan the main character shall take when something wrong just happened evidently. A figure stood almost exactly beside his legs that were planted firmly on top of the desk in front of him whilst his bum was doing the exact same thing on the chair. His hands were loosely grasping the book and it was taken away from him. Benjamin jerked away from the figure, both of his hands realizing that the object that was formerly within his reach was definitely gone. The boy scrambled and hit his right ankle on the wooden desk. A twisted expression of a grimace hit him precisely and with that, he stabbed his gaze on the figure just before him.

Oh, she was pretty. Beautiful actually. Something like black beauty or whatever it was referred to by beauty analysts. All fingers on both palms were firmly curling around the fabric that covered his thighs in shock and embarrassment. "What the actual --" Then he recognized her. Of course he knew her. She was the one who gave him a bloody nose bleed. Benjamin wished that his day would be rather boring than seeing her all freaking alone. Not that cowardice filled him when he saw her frame but he hated her guts. Her courage almost rivaled a Gryffindor's when she gave him a nosebleed. The Slytherin whipped his head upwards to face her even more and swept his long legs off the desk. "I don't," muttered Benjamin stubbornly and got his wand that was just placed on the desk he cleaned minutes ago. Her pleasant tone rang in his ears and he reconsidered for a millisecond. No, he was not going to give in to whatever charm she was using on him. "Not unless you plan to admit something that'll benefit my ego anyways." There, he said it. Benjamin wanted to hear something that will be worth his time, worth his breath and worth his thoughts. He wanted something that will be a good thing. Not one of those bad talks his mother gave him whenever it rained and Victoria cried. The boy shot up to stand, shuffled back and held his wand loosely, ready to Summon the book if she did not give it to him any time soon.

Out of Character:

The post just wrote itself literally.

 

[Jazmine Della-Robbia]

JazzyMae thought Benjamin was the perfect target. She was positive that he hated her for bruising his ego. That would make him fun to play with. The Hufflepuff never expected that she would reach this far. JazzyMae never imagined that she would end up like this. She was crooked. She was a nice, but still crooked. She giggled when he grabbed his wand. "That is going to help you how?" she smiled. She slowly walked closer to the Slytherin. She was completely capable off beating him without a wand. She hoped that he did not expect her to be scared because that just was not happening. She was being daring at the moment. "I assume that you want an apology." She knew that he wanted her to apologize for embarrassing him. She closed the book, and she was tempted to throw it across the abandoned classroom. Chase's ego was already big enough, but if she wanted to get what she wanted she would have to apologize. "I am sorry breaking your nose. No matter how perverted you sounded at the time, I could have done something else other than hurt you, physically." she apologized sincerely. At least, she tried to make it sound sincere.

JazzyMae gave Chase another sweet smile. "I think we should get to know each other!" she exclaimed energetically. She stepped a little closer to him. She did not think she was using her charm at the moment, but if she was then, she was pure awesome. JazzyMae was clueless when it came to acting cute. It was just not her cup of tea. She preferred acting energetic. She though energy was more attractive then false cuteness. She placed Chase's book on his chest. Her hand keeping the book from falling to the ground. "You don't look like much of a reader." she stated honestly as she tilted her head to the side a little as if trying to get a better look at him. My first name is JazzyMae by the way."

Out of Character:

I tried to match you, but I failed.

 

[Benjamin Chase]

Her smile was not at all contagious. The disease that spread all throughout in his veins were the madness and shock that now, his eyes were seeing her very form. The apparent petty rage that wanted to take over his mind still lingered around the corners of his head, but he did not want any of that emotion to dictate his next actions. Benjamin desired this encounter to be a generally smooth one that would lead them to part in their own respective common rooms. He did not want any noise to explode in his ears, but still, his second language of snark wanted to be flaunted. The series of images in the past running just before his eyes made him want to cringe badly. A girl she was. A girl, who punched the boy. The boy, a wealthy and pureblooded boy, did not even see any physical assaults coming. How blinded was he that time? How clouded was his mind from something that fogged his prediction senses (even if he was no seer). Her face was one of a kind, yes, and yet he was still able to resist telling her the fact that she was annoying but pleasantly looking. Being fourteen made him think differently towards girls which frustrated him every now and then. He was only a normal boy with an attitude.

For now, rudeness was nonexistent in his vocabulary. Benjamin would not dare agree that he was the epitome of incivility - his father would certainly fry his ass if he heard any of the stories he was creating as a Slytherin fourth year in Hogwarts New Zealand. Deep and charming green eyes focused on the Hufflepuff with a downward curved mouth. His book was still in her hands which irked him so. Likewise were the words that she wanted to give him. Sympathy. He did not want her sympathy but then he recalled, he had blurted an out of the world statement that Benjamin Chase swore never to do again. Internally, he struggled to say something matching to her words but he just kept his gaze silent. The tone that resonated from her throat caught him unexpectedly surprised at her effort. If this was only a false apology, then she was doing such a priceless job to make it seem effortless. Not only were her young features charming but her words also cooperated with whatever ploy she was secretly coming up with. Weeds of minor confusion started to grow again and he did not already know that he was openly looking at her like she was some animal who appeared out of nowhere.

Being such an indifferent boy to apologies was what the young Chase had practiced for what it seemed a millennium. He was all ears to the things she uttered - the sting was still throbbing in his chest for the past things he had done. How vivid could the memories be? He knew he had painted them red in his mind; the colour a warning that those events weren't something he wanted to get back to. He was only human after all, with feelings and the like. No response came from the growing Slytherin and he kept his slacked posture. "Tell me about it," Benjamin sarcastically thought. He tore his eyes away from her, looking at the side of the door very casually. Her words went on and on, without hesitating to even correct herself. How "perverted" he was - Benjamin wanted to deny that completely - How arrogant and how she could have hurt him in another way. Well wasn't that apology something delightful? However, Benjamin wanted to see her humble. Not this kind of "humble." She was all jumpy and frivolous and to him it was a hundred percent queer. Not doubt whatsoever, he found this incredibly weird and somewhat out of character for the young 'Puff. He knew her as someone whose pride was delicate but always intact yet... it was possible he was wrong right?

Keeping a tilted gaze at her, Benjamin's eyes blinked at the ludicrous exclamation she was trying to get him into. Benjamin noticed her step towards him and he did no move to mimic any of that. To get to know a Hufflepuff was not anything he would do every single day nor was it his forte to socialize brilliantly. Actually, it was quite the contrary. The vibe for some silence was stomped on by this brunette and she was actually doing a good job to irritate Benjamin. The cover of the book finally hit his chest rather normally than he thought it would feel like. "You don't look like much of a person to apologize." The first words he imitated were perfectly drawled and he let his sea green eyes bore into hers without a moment's hesitation. Her next words were light and Benjamin decided that he did not like this game at all. The Slytherin hooked his fingers on the spine of the book and pulled it out of her grasp. Hopefully, her rational mind would decide to take her fingers away from his chest. "You know me. That's enough for now. Both of us wouldn't want to waste our precious time yeah?" A quirk in his lips happened, and he moved aside to avoid the fact that she was in front of him to converse. He did not know anything about being friendly, but perhaps his avoidance could be "friendly" enough for her. Or it was just plain rude see him moving past her and making his way towards the door?
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Out of Character:

Okay I'll admit, my feels for them are too much <3 And this GIF just did it! It's like his reaction and yeah.

 

[Jazmine Della-Robbia]

What a b*tch. JazzyMae frowned and let her hand fall down to her side. She was sure they all had gone through it. Rejection. JazzyMae did not take it well. She had never tried anything like this. She had t received a lesson from any of her siblings either. She balled up her fist. This was not working at all. She wasn't doing it right. It was all wrong. JazzyMae was irritating herself. She was annoyed hat she as not meeting up to her own standards. "Only because I've never done anything that requires me to apologize." she said. She was referring to before she punched the boy in the face. Before she was innocent. She had done no wrong against anyone, but she had developed since. Maybe she should have tried charming Damien. He would have been much easier to charm than this Slytherin boy. JazzyMae simply sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "You're right. No one marks you, so why should I?" she said as he started to walk away. Shakespeare was more of Kennedy's thing, but Old English was fun when only one person knew what it meant. It was simple though. To her, the phrase was easy to understand. It was not hard to convert either. She was highly disappointed. She though she could have done better. She could have started using fighting words, but everyone Jazzymae was a physical person. Chase would end up with another broken and bloody nose, ans hen she would have to, again, spew out an apology of some sort. She tapped her foot on the ground, and turned her head to look at the boy. No. She couldn't. She took a few steps and grabbed his wrist with a semi tight grip. "Wait. Please? I didn't mean that." she said in a desperate voice. There was a softness to her voice, and it rang in her own ears. It was...pretty. The feeling was foreign to her. Did her siblings feel this all the time?

Out of Character:

I am so sorry. For the lateness and how bad this post is.