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Jareth Blackthor...
post Feb 23 2012, 04:49 AM
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In the three years he had been attending Hogwarts, Jareth had never been to the trophy room. It shouldn't have been so surprising, given how large the castle was. He doubted he'd see all of Hogwarts before he left the school. Still, on this early Saturday morning, he found himself dragging out of bed, dressing, and shuffling down several flights of stairs to the room dedicated to honoring one's accomplishments.

It was a rather dusty room, all things considering. Probably lets it build up for those in detention, he thought, running a finger across a shelf sporting Quidditch trophies. There were a few names he recognized, mostly from the ridiculous parties his uncle used to make him attend. Was there any real point to any of this? he wondered. How many of these people listed actually remembered that they blocked the most quaffles or had more Outstanding O.W.L.s than those from years prior? It seemed so...ostentatious.

He moved farther into the room, taking care not to knock into anything. Jareth imagined one wrong move could cause a domino effect, and the last thing he needed was to spend his weekend picking up all of the trophies. He studied the plaques, filing the names engraved on them away in his mind, in case he should ever need them.

A not so quiet sneeze had him turning, reaching for his wand. Recognizing the mop of frizzy hair, Jareth relaxed. "What brings you here, Red?" he asked, turning back to the trophy he'd been looking at. "You're not usually that much of a morning person." A thought flickered in his mind and he glanced at her. "Something happen to Pounce?"

He spoke of the white Turkish Angora that he'd purchase before coming to Hogwarts that year. While officially named Ser Pounce A Lot, he usually referred to her by Pounce. Perhaps the indignity of having a male name was why she liked Eilis more. Either that or she liked how Eilis slipped her treats under the Gryffindor table. It was hard to tell sometimes.

When Eilis shook her head, red curls flying everywhere, Jareth let out a sigh of relief. "What is it then? I didn't think you'd be up this early. On a Saturday no less."


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post Feb 23 2012, 05:10 AM
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Somehow it had seemed that during the night Eilis had achieved a small ball of fluff as a bed companion. It wasn't the first time, and she was certainly sure that it wasn't the last, and in some respects Eilis enjoyed it. The small white kitten was like a heating pad, a veritable container of radiating heat and while on the cold winter nights it wasn't exactly a bad thing there was the small problem with the fact that the kitten enjoyed sleeping directly on her face. Lady Pounce was like a small white Lethifold that curled over her nose and mouth, slowly reducing her intake of oxygen until Eilis woke up gasping, shocking the small kitten off her face and ending up with a mouthful of delightfully soft fur.

The past week or so had ended up with a sleepless night and a disgruntled redhead as well as a kitten, but Jareth, Lady Pounce's owner, seemed perfectly content with the situation. This particular morning she did her usual morning ritual of choking, gasping, spewing fur all over the place, coaxing kittens from beneath beds, feeding said kitten some treats she kept for that particular reason, and then making her way down to the common room to attempt to get some sleep on the slightly cushy couches. But this ritual was interrupted when she noticed a familiar head of black hair swishing it's way through the portrait hole, her sluggish feet making haste to catch up with him but failing due to her extreme distaste of anything that occurs before the sun has been up for a rather decent portion of the day.

Sliding to a stop outside of a slightly familiar room Eilis stood and watched as her best friend slowly ran his fingers across a dusty plaque, the particles of dust swirling out from behind his fingertips and forming small eddies and her eyes tracked them as they slide beneath her nose. A rather feminine and delicate and utterly amazing sneeze rang out, sounding like a small chorus of mermaids above water, and Jareth turned to face her, hand reaching instinctively for his wand. With slowed reactions Eilis trudged her way towards him, answering his question with a shake of her head which once it had completed it's rotations and she'd found her way beside him, landed with a heavy thud against his bony shoulder.

"Mornings. Your cat is evil. I want toast." She grumbled into his shoulder blade, rotating her head so she could take in the expression she hadn't been able to read off the back of his head. He seemed pensive, his thoughts twisting mysteriously in his head and Eilis so desperately wanted to reach in with her fingers and gently tug them loose, separating and sorting them until she could easily understand them. Even after three years of knowing the boy she still couldn't figure out what was going through the black mopped top of his, and it fascinated her. With a sleep-ladened look she turned her face to catch the corner of his eye, her head slipping a little down his shoulder towards his chest as she spoke, "What's on your mind?"


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post Feb 24 2012, 10:11 PM
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His heart gave a quick flip when Eilis put her head on his shoulder. Jareth tensed, unaccustomed to the feel of another human being touching him. Taking a few short, steady breaths, he willed himself to relax. It's just Eilis, he told himself. Nothing to get worked up about. He struggled to focus on something else, finally settling on her previous words about toast.

"I'll get you some when we go down to the Great Hall later." He shifted his head to get a better look at her face. "She keep you up again?" he asked, reaching up to thumb the bags under her eyes. "You should have brought her to me. Or let her wander around the common room. Plenty of places to sleep there." He'd have gotten the cat himself, but Pounce was clever enough to hide in the girls' dormitory, where he couldn't go. Blast that enchanted staircase. Blast the cat, for that matter.

Eyes drifting back to the awards littering the room, Jareth frowned. "Nothing," he said after Eilis inquired about his thoughts. "Realized this morning that I'd never been down here before, so I thought I'd change that." He pointed at a silver badge mounted on a plaque. "That guy was awarded for winning a game of Wizard's Chess in a single move."

He put his arm around her and gently pulled, guiding her to follow without forcing her to move her head. "Look, this girl saved the most Quaffles in a single match." The show off. "And this one won the first Gobstone Club tournament." Jareth came to an abrupt stop. "Woah," he breathed, releasing his grip on Eilis. "Would you look at that? My da was at the top of his year in all classes."
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post Feb 25 2012, 05:35 AM
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Eilis barely felt the tensing of his shoulders, her head beginning to transition it's weight from his arms to her neck before she felt the slight loosing of the tendons and her head dropped back ever so slightly. She knew he was slightly uncomfortable with displays of affection, public of otherwise, but she was the type of girl who showed her feelings through physical means and couldn't withhold her feelings. And plus she was tired, and his shoulder was so much more comfortable than her neck.

"Toast." She mumbled, her mouth only forming the words due to the godly vision embracing her imagination, of toast buttered with a swirl of jam dancing across her eyelids. And as his questions rolled over her ears she grumbled, nodding when an answer was needed and just floating along when one wasn't. This particular redhead didn't do very well without her daily eight hours, or perhaps even ten hours of sleep and so the past few weeks had been quite a torment to her as her exhaustion level had risen and risen with each passing night of sleepless slumber.

She didn't even notice when Jareth started directing her along, his arm swinging around to clutch her shoulder, moving her in time with his own softened footsteps. He was observing and indicating at the variety of trophies that surrounded them in this extended room, the depths of which could not been seen from this particular vantage point. But suddenly he stopped, his arms slipping from around her and her body slowly started to wobble towards the back her center of gravity shifting enough to cause her to fall backwards like a log, the darkhaired Gryffindor continuing to stare in amazement at the trophy before him.

His dad's. He'd never talked much about his parents, not since that day at the park with Kael. And then that hadn't really been talking about them per se. She'd never really brought them up, having realized rather quickly upon meeting him that this was a sore point and when he felt like talking about them, he'd talk about them. But that point had never come, and Eilis had never pushed it. For once she was patient and waited in one of her most uncharacteristic moves to date. And so she proceeded with caution into new territory, or as much caution as she could muster as she lay on the ground, fighting drooping eyes as she stared up at her friend.

"So you obviously didn't get your brains from him then, huh?" Eilis quipped drowsily, her mind quickly returning to toast. "Toast..."
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post Feb 26 2012, 01:37 AM
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He couldn't help it; he laughed. Trust Eilis MacKay to have a one track mind. "Yes. Toast." Jareth shot her another glance. Her eyes were more glazed over than some of the desserts the house elves served in the Great Hall. Evidently, someone still hadn't fully woken up yet. "Oi! Earth to Red!" He waved a hand in front of her face. "Stay with me now. You've got to focus." Just for good measure, he snapped his fingers.

Satisfied by the sudden clarity in her stormy eyes, Jareth returned his attention to the plaque bearing his father's name. Milo Blackthorne. Seeing the letters conjured up images of a man with scraggly black hair, a sharp nose, and wide brown eyes. Armed with a smile that could charm the robes off the Minister himself, his father could have taken on the world and won. Instead, he'd chosen to settle down in a small village in Wales, started a family. Gods, he missed him.

He nudged Eilis with the edge of his foot; the only dignified response to her jab about his brains, or lack thereof. "I only let you get higher than me in Transfig. Didn't want your sensitive girl feelings getting hurt. He'd have liked you, " Jareth added, changing the subject quickly. "They both would, I think. Might have questioned your lack of a soul....and apparent love of charred bread." He quirked a smile at her, charming in its own way. "But they'd have gotten over it."
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post Mar 24 2012, 07:26 PM
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So maybe her eyes had closed for a few seconds, and perhaps her mind had drifted off to an image of toast dancing across her vision with anthropomorphic knives cheerfully spreading condiments upon their perfectly charred surfaces. She jolted awake at the feeling of a foot gently nudging her side and she fluttered her eyes open to stare up at the boy whose eyes hadn't strayed from the trophy that had captivated his attention. Her smile of tranquility slipped as he took a jab at her marks, and her mouth opened to defend herself but it slowly shut as he changed the topic.

Her heart clenched at the subdued sorrow lacing through his words, the sorrow mixed with the pride and happiness that intertwined within his memories of the people he held dearer than she could ever hope to held. She felt a swelling of deep seated affection for the boy, and she couldn't contain it any longer. Throwing her hands up and wiggling her fingers she gave a sad puppy face at Jareth until he reached down and gently hauled her up, her body swaying at the sudden change. Her arm slipped through his, twining their body until they were interlocked and she wasn't letting him go.

"They loved you, you know." She whispered quietly, her head returning to its place on his shoulder her own eyes fastening upon the simple trophy. Her fingers reached out the brush across the dusty surface, an eddy of fine particles drifting out to dissipate in the air and she sighed her eyes turning up to look at the profile of his face. She knew how hard it was for him without them, knew he didn't get along well with his uncle, knew that if he could change one thing in the world it would be his parent's death. Her own family tried to compensate, dragging him into their outstretched arms as much as he would allow them, but it wasn't the same and they all knew it.

She couldn't stand the somberness of the situation, her natural propensity for humor came out, matching his own as she spoke. "And I don't know why they'd have a problem with my lack of a soul, or my appreciation of toast. I'm sure we'd bond over it. You on the other hand, they might find you a bit odd." Her lips quirked upwards and she reached out to tweak his nose with her finger.
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post Mar 31 2012, 09:49 PM
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At some point while he'd been lost to his memories of the long lost, Eilis had decided to take a nap on the floor. He only noticed when the sounds of soft snores drifted up to his ears. Looking down, he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest for a moment. Then he nudged her. "Wake up sleepyhead," he murmured. She lifted her arms, and he obliged by hauling her to her feet. Before he had a chance to release her, however, she turned it into a hug.

His emotions, already fragile by the award as well as this turn of events, almost snapped at her words. He buried his face in her hair, letting her scent wash over him. He would never admit it, not even on threat of death, but Eilis' shampoo was one of his favorite scents. It was something just so incredibly her, and that brought him more comfort than anything in this world. It was one of the things he lov- liked- about her.

"They did," he muttered from somewhere behind her ear. He pulled back, watched as she touched his father's engraving. He thought about it sometimes, how his life would have worked out if they hadn't gone for that drive. He wouldn't have to deal with people like his uncle, for one thing. He wouldn't have to hide out at his best friend's house just to have an enjoyable summer. As much as he enjoyed his time with the MacKays, he hated being a burden on them. They already had Eilis to deal with. They didn't need him too.

A chuckle tumbled from his chest as she touched his nose. "I dunno. You're just as odd as I am. If not odder." He looked back to his father's name. "My mum had a heart condition," he blurted suddenly. "She'd been fine for years, but the doctors said having me wore on her. She was driving when they went out that day."
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post Apr 12 2012, 02:58 AM
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Eilis squeezed the boy in her arms, holding him close for those few extra seconds before allowing him to extricate himself from her arms. Jareth may not know it, but he was family. Through her years at Hogwarts, Eilis had formed herself a small family, a group of people that Eilis held near and dear to her heart and would stop at nothing to protect, comfort and love. They were her family, Jareth, Atwell, Romi, they were hers and she would always attempt to be there for them if she got the chance. And so to see Jareth in such a state was prodding at her heart in a way that barely allowed her to breath.

She steadfastly avoided his face for the fear of what she would see in it, instead she fastened her eyes upon the thick indents within the metal that etched out his fathers name, her sight traced through each and every cranny taking in the image and imprinting it on her mind for reasons unknown. Her parents were still alive, a fact she rarely appreciated and often took for granted but which mattered to her most significantly everyday, she didn't know the pain of losing a parent, or the eternal ache it left in one's heart. But just the thought brought a hint of tears to her eyes, and if that hint was even a speck of what Jareth was feeling it was unimaginable. She longed to drag him back into her arms, and hold him until the feelings went away, though she knew they never would. How did one combat those feelings, or soothe them? How did a friend make that better?

The words that left his mouth left her in a state of confusion, she didn't know what to say, how to feel. This entire situation was new to her, and her options felt limited as to her response. "I'm sure that wasn't it. Jareth, it was an accident, there's nothing that could have stopped it. And... and uhm... I'm sure they're in a better place now?" She was terrible at advice, and comfort. Conversations on toast? Brilliant. Conversations about death and the implications thereof? Not as brilliant. But she'd be there for him, whether he wanted her there or not. She was stubborn like that, but then, that was probably why they were friends.


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