`it's not always rainbows and butterflies [jason]

[gracie]

Being deprived of food or sleep has never resulted in anyone with happy mood, at least not in Allira's past experiences. So, of course, when both are combined, it could make a person with the brightest deposition very, very irritable. Unfortunately, Allira was not only hungry and tired; she was wet. And it was the cold kind of wet. It was obvious why Allira was dripping and shivering as she slouched her way into the Ravenclaw common room; all one had to do was to look out the window. It was as if someone had taken a Muggle fire truck’s hose, put the pressure so high one could barely hold it, and turned it to the ( probably indestructible ) glass. Outside was worse; the rain came in buckets, and never ceased. Most Quidditch practices, if not all, had been canceled, simply because it was impossible to see through the storm.

Of course, Allira had gone to Hogsmeade this day, when the storm was only beginning, looking forward to an hour or two of mild shopping, and a warm dinner by the day’s end. She should have known the idea was a bad one when she saw the few, few people that had gone to Hogsmeade. Though, Allira had thought nothing of it, and just held her umbrella a little firmer. She had managed to convince herself that it would stop raining eventually. Instead, it began thundering. By the time the trip was cancelled and everyone had fled to the castle, they, including Allira, were soaked to the bone, covered in mud, and shivering out their coats. It didn’t help that Peeves chasing the already soaking students around with pails of ice water and water balloons.

Now, Allira was not even remotely dry, but was much too numb and exhausted to run upstairs to the girls’ dormitory and change. Instead, she wrung out her hair, which hung in dark, dripping ringlets past her shoulders, and settled into a spot on the rug right next to the fire. The common room was completely emptied out, most likely because all the Ravenclaws were in the library. Most likely dry, Allira added wearily in her head. Water pooled around her on the wooden floor, and droplets flew around as she attempted to rid her curls of water before it frizzed up. Sighing, she retracted her hands from her hair and moved them towards the fire. They began to regain feeling as the warmth spread. "Mmm." A satisfied moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, but she was reminded again that she was alone. "The people in the library aren’t sitting in front of a toasty fire," she muttered to herself as she moved herself to another ( drier ) spot on the rug.

Thinking again of the library, she groaned quietly at the thought of her essays she should be working on. One three-and-a-half foot essay for Potions, one four foot for Transfiguration, and another three feet for History of Magic. Allira sighed as she removed her socks, and dropped them into a sodden pile. She was just only drying now, but her numbness had faded, and pushed herself a bit closer to the fire, absorbing heat gratefully. She was now enjoying her solitude, only daring to be greedy and hog the fire to herself if she was alone.

[jason pratt]

It was raining once again at Hogwarts. The season was anything but dry. For Jason this meant he was skipping class more so then usual. Any classes outside were skipped because he hated getting his robes wet. Any classes on the first floor or below were also canceled on his always busy schedule. Most of the floors here were wet, damp, and smelled like wet people. Not to mention the hordes of people running through the halls, slipping or bumping into other people. But more so then less, all this was just an excuse. Learning from teachers was something Jason did not do well. He hated being lectured, they always spoke too monotone. He found it easier to learn through experience, on his own, while reading out of the book. Sure, this often leads to some horrible accident that lands him in the hospital wing, but in the end, he could perform any spell million times better then almost any student in class.

Classes weren’t the only thing he was missing out on due to the rain. Quidditch practices, as well as games were being canceled left and right. Jason found it strange that such a strange sport would stop for a little rain. Because of this, he found himself heading back to the common rooms much sooner then he expected in the day. ’This is probably the best time though anyways, everyone should be out doing something. A little piece and quiet won’t hurt.’ As he followed the steps up stair, he could see fresh trail of footprints. Someone was drenched. He made his way to the door, answering the riddle quickly. He closed the door behind him quietly and headed to the common room. Someone was at the fire place, the someone that left the trail and was now obviously trying to dry up. At first he did not recognize the person, but as he approached he was happy to know who it was.

”Hey Alli, enjoying the weather much?” He put his best smile on his face, knowing that she would probably find the joke not so funny. Jason walked up beside her, tossing his books onto a near by chair before sitting down next to her. He made sure to choose a part that wasn’t covered in a pool of water. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder and rubbed in an attempt to warm her up a bit. ”I think we need to get you some hot chocolate or something. How’s that sound to you?”

[gracie]

Allira was suprised to hear footsteps approaching, and with a low sigh she began to move. Or at least tried to; her body screamed in protest, much to comfortable and tired to even twitch. Seeing as she had no controlled over her torso down, she looked over her wet shoulder to see who it was, hoping it might be a friend. Alli was more than relieved to see that it was Jason. However, his joke on the weather twisted her delicate feature into a not-so-delicate scowl. "Ha ha. Who doesn't like to be sopping wet and freezing cold?" Her voice rang with uncharateristic sarcasm. But when she saw the bright smile on his face, she couldn't keep the corners of her mouth from turning upright.

Allira's smile was now warm, though not in the literal sense of the word, as Jason sat down. He was radiating heat, and as soon as his arm was around her, she leaned into him. "Oh, Jas. You're hot," she teased, laughing musically at her own corny joke. Now she had heat from the fire and heat from Jason. And as soon as the thought of hot chocolate entered her head, her mouth was close to watering. But, still, Allira was Allira, and she was much too nice than to let someone do a favor for her. She was already thinking of ways she could thank him for trying to warm her. "Sounds great, but I'm fine. I'm not even that cold anymore." She wiggled her pedicured toes to further prove her point. "See?"

Still, the thought of hot chocolate was overpowering. She knew would give in to the thought eventually - but not if Jason forgot the idea. "So, when's the next Quidditch match, so I can cheer on my favorite player?" she asked in the most innocent manner she could manage, her lashes batting over her widened ice-blue eyes. Her attempts at distraction were probably extremely obvious and trasparent. She knew Jason was most likely to see right through her; she didn't even like Quidditch for one thing. And she was begining to shiver again.

[jason pratt]

(ooc. its a WIP right now, ill finish post asap.)

Jason caught the bluff. He was pretty good at catching hints and all from people, especially if it was someone he knew well. This wasn't exactly fooling him, but it made him smile. "Changing conversations I see? You know its no work at all to get hot coco. Ever since I’ve been throwing parties, I’ve got the house elves on speed dial." As strange as it sounded, it was true. One day he helped out a house elf. The little fella was so surprised at his kindness that he swore he would help Jason whenever he needed it. Of course Jason had to test the truth-ness of the statement. That week Jason threw a party and asked him to bring foot and drinks. By the time he got to the Ravenclaw common room, the food had already been set rows of tables.

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny silver whistle. He blew into it loudly. No sound seemed to escape the tiny thing. It was strange the first time he blew into it, but it always seemed to work somehow. ”I know it made no sound, but trust me it works...” And before he could say another word, the house elf appeared. He always found the ability for house elves to move so quickly intriguing. ”Hello Pascal, how’s everything going today?”

”Busy, busy as usual master. How may I serve you today?”

”Just two cups of your finest hot coco please.”

”Yes sir, coming right up.”

And with that, the house elf disappeared. ”But about Quidditch. I doubt well have another match any time soon with all this rain. I don’t see us having another match for at least another week or two.” Jason brought her closer to him, knowing very well that she was still cold. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before speaking again. ”How was class today, teacher ask if why I was missing again?” He wasn’t sure how she felt about him skipping class so much, or the teachers for that matter. They never seemed to question him, possible due to his test grades. The only teachers that voiced their opinions about it were those who felt their authority as teachers was being down played.