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Sept 7, 2021 17:26:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2021 17:26:43 GMT -7
There was something liberating about being with Beatrice. It was familiar, and comfortable. When they had dated at school, they had seemed perfect. He adored her small quirks and she didn't seem to mind his. As they danced the years seemed to melt away. Why had they broken up again? Their had been a reason, maybe a few. But the night seemed to have erased them all, albeit temporarily, he was sure.
Being so close to her now, Jasper hated to pull away. Though pulling away seemed impossible at the moment. Like a magnet, he was drawn to her. Focused more on the sensation of being, once again, so close to her, he failed to notice her cheeks reddening. Once their eyes locked, that was it. It seemed as though time stopped, his own breath slowed in the intensity of the moment. He heard the notices around, but all faded away as he gazed into her alluring eyes. His ears caught every word she was saying. His drunken mind knew what she was talking about, but words wouldn't come to his lips. His mind was still working on the logistics of what was happening. When he heard the crowed yell ZERO, their lips pressed against each other.
The moment it happened was pure bliss. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into him. He loved the moment. But as all enchanted moments, it had to end.
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Sept 13, 2021 8:59:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2021 8:59:27 GMT -7
Beatrice knew this was mad, insane really. She and Jasper had broken up almost a decade ago; she had no right to him. But seeing him stand so close to her, and the thrill of the countdown (and the alcohol) had made Beatrice feel bold. Maybe too bold, but it was done now. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she tightened her hold on him, lacing her fingers together after they wrapped around his neck. The moment was over too soon though, and they broke apart, Beatrice reluctantly stepping back, her arms returning to her sides.
“Well…” she started to say, then fell silent. What could she say? She had kissed her ex, without thinking whether or not he had a sweetheart after her. After all, she hadn’t been chaste since they parted after graduation. There had been other lovers, though no one quite like Jasper, if she was honest with herself. There would never be someone like Jasper, she thought to herself. “Sorry...I just...well, it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss someone at midnight, and I didn’t want our years to start off unlucky,” she finally mustered feebly. She had no idea how he felt, both in the moment and after, so she waited, feeling awkward, for him to say something.
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Sept 23, 2021 15:52:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2021 15:52:25 GMT -7
This was insane. While it was nice to see Bea again after so long, this was crazy. True, after their break up, they had kept in contact. But they hadn't done anything like this. Not that the man minded. He probably would have pulled away quickly, but the spirit of the night, paired with the alcohol that he had, lead to this. He felt like a teen again. Bringing her closer to him felt so natural, and she in turn brought her arms around his neck. Unfortunately the bliss of the moment ended abruptly. He pulled his arms back as she stepped away.
"So..." He followed her comment. It had been interesting. He was also sure that she had had flings, much like he had. But kissing her had seemed to, for a moment, aged him back to before graduation. He had been busy working, so he didn't have anything as committed or serious as Beatrice, but he did enjoy the occasional fling, in-between jobs. Beatrice had been special though. And while he had never realized it, in even the smallest ways, he had contrasted each encounter with that of his first life. A moment passed before she apologized. He had been shocked, his mind not quite registering the events fully. But now she was flustered, and every ounce of him wanted to help her feel better. "Hey, it's alright. It was.....nice." He smiled at her.
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Nov 1, 2021 9:26:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 9:26:48 GMT -7
Beatrice’s heart was pounding a mile a minute; she was surprised Jasper had not commented on it, for he could surely hear it even with the music. “It….was?” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. “Yes. It was...nice,” she added, trying to sound less agog than she actually was. She tucked a stray, sweaty strand of hair behind her ear, and managed to smile back at him. Several things to say to him flitted across her mind, but none seemed quite right. She wasn’t sorry, that was for sure, and she didn’t think he was sorry either. They had already expressed that though, so it wouldn’t make sense to bring it up again.
“Champagne?” she finally suggested, grabbing two flutes of champagne as they made their way around the dance floor to the celebrating patrons. She gulped it down quickly, and got herself a second glass. “Well, do you need a break from dancing, or…?” she asked him, trailing off. After the exhilarating high of the past minute or two, she wasn’t sure what was the next step in the evening. So she’d leave it up to him.
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Nov 1, 2021 17:33:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 17:33:49 GMT -7
Jasper felt as though his heart would pound right out of his chest. He hadn't felt like this in quite some time. Had he not been so distracted with stilling his own heart, not wanting Beatrice to feel it, he would have noticed her own heart beat. But the kiss had left the usually sharp former curse breaker, with a mind that was much like someone after drinking an entire bottle of whiskey on their own. Was that due to the alcohol? Not entirely. Sure he had been drinking, but he had a strong tolerance to alcohol. Drinking was something he had done a lot as a curse breaker, and even after. He mentioned that their kiss was nice, not sure how else to put it. He couldn't have told her that he wished it never to end, that would be weird ... right? He couldn't tell his ex-girlfriend from his school years that. But shortly after questioning his statement, she confirmed it too. Though his reddening face didn't pale. She tucked hair behind her ear and smiled, his lungs seemed to forget how to work for a moment. That is, until he cleared his throat.
The moment seemed to pause as he gazed at her. Then she spoke up, mentioning another drink, and he nodded, smiling at her. "Uh, yea, thanks." He took the glass out of her hand, trying not to graze her fingers. If he did, he was afraid he would drop the drink. He quickly downed the drink, much like she did, and also reached for another, downing that as well. He had to get it together. They were only friends, right? Right? He thought for a moment, looking at the dance floor. The group still flailing about seemed to grow younger as the seconds passed. Turning back to her, he looked deep into her chocolate eyes. "How about we find a place to sit and talk?" He wasn't quite sure, what would happen next, though he was sure that if they danced, he would end up doing something she wouldn't appreciate. But if they sat down, and talked, then he would be able to keep it together. That was what he thought, honestly. But that kiss had done more to his faculties than any amount of alcohol that he had taken in that night. How much had he had to drink?
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Nov 11, 2021 11:44:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2021 11:44:11 GMT -7
Beatrices’ heart, if it was possible, beat faster when he suggested they find a place to sit and talk. They were thirty after all, and the people on the dance floor were getting younger and younger as the minutes ticked by. Perhaps she was getting to a point in her life where clubbing was a little young for her. But then again, if she hadn’t gone to the Violet Hound that night, she would not have run into Jasper.
“Okay, yeah that sounds good,” she agreed a bit breathlessly. They wandered through the throngs of people, trying to find a quiet place to sit. However, it didn’t seem that anyone was giving up their seats any time soon. Indeed, many New Years couples, whether they were together before or not, had taken up the seats, entwining with one another in a ferocious makeout session to a point where Bea couldn’t figure out where one started and one ended. She chuckled nervously. “Maybe we should find somewhere else to go?” she suggested, looking up at him. She wasn’t going to outwardly suggest they go back to her place, though either of their flats would be far more quiet than here. But their options for hearing each other in the Violet Hound for now seemed limited or impossible.
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Nov 12, 2021 14:36:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2021 14:36:52 GMT -7
Looking out into the young crowed made Jasper feel older and older. He would have left back to the castle once midnight hit, but because of his company, his heart wouldn't allow him to simply walk away now. But that didn't mean that he wanted to keep dancing. What he truly wanted was to sit down and catch up with Beatrice. True, she had been his Hogwarts sweetheart. They had agreed to break up after graduation, and then they had become friends. Sure, they had just kissed, and he felt like a school boy again. They were just friends now. He'd love to take more of a chance to reconnect with her. Spending time with her, even just talking was great. This place wasn't exactly his scene, but if he hadn't come, he wouldn't have bumped into Beatrice, and he wouldn't be in such a good mood.
His smile brightened as she said that finding a seat and talking sounded like a good idea. They moved around the place looking for a nice place to sit, but it seemed as though all the spots were taken. It seemed that everyone who had come with, or ended up with, someone at the start of the new year had decided to spend some quality time with that someone. Their were countless couples entangled in each other. Many were sitting, some were laying, and even some who couldn't find a place to sit, were pressed against the walls. Each couple seemed desperately and hungrily making out. Well, that certainly hadn't been his plan, but it didn't seem like a bad one. No, they were just friends. That kiss was because of some new years superstition. Jasper shook his head, trying to arouse his faculties, at least a bit. He wasn't some sort of horney kid. He was in his thirties now. On top of that, he was a professor, and while he hadn't seen any students, he still wanted to be someone they could look up to. Though, all thoughts of that went out the window the moment Beatrice looked at him.
“Maybe we should find somewhere else to go?” Jasper's attention was snapped from his surroundings to the girl beside him. He cleared his thought a moment later. "Yea, that sounds like a grand idea." His grin grew. Having a nice quiet talk was just what he was looking for. He helped escort the woman out of the pub, the cold January night air helped bring him back from his childish fantasies. "Any suggestions." He said, looking around the Horizont Alley, most shops seemed closed for the night. He'd suggest his place, though it was simply an office and sleeping quarters at the castle he worked. That didn't seem quite appropriate. Even if he only intended for them to simply talk.
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Jan 7, 2022 13:56:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2022 13:56:46 GMT -7
Beatrice chuckled; at least Jasper seemed just as uncomfortable with the current predicament as she was. Merlin, she was really beginning to feel her age. “Luckily Jasper, I am a Muggleborn, who went out with her Muggle brother in London many times this past decade,” she said grinning. She and her brother had discovered many eateries that were open well past midnight. Typically they had a cluster of drunk Muggles, but by timing it right, as in just after midnight, it would be empty. “Come on, I know a place or two,” she said, getting up and putting on her coat.
She led him out into the crisp, cool air of the now-January night. She pulled out her cell phone and opened the app that displayed a map. Tongue between her teeth, she scrolled through a few places, shaking her head before finally looking up triumphantly. “Let’s go,” she said, setting out at a brisk pace for him to follow. After a few turns and a quick double check on her phone, Beatrice pulled open the door of a cozy little bar. They were flanked on each side by larger bars that had hosted New Years Eve parties, so this place was empty. A fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace though, so she led him over to the couches nearby so they could stay warm. “Do you want anything to drink?” she asked, suddenly nervous. She knew they needed to talk, and they wouldn’t be overheard here, at least not by anyone who would actually care about two near thirty year olds conversing. She wondered if he thought the kiss was a mistake, that they had made their choices over a decade ago, and shouldn’t reopen old doors.
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Jan 8, 2022 18:45:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2022 18:45:07 GMT -7
Being so close to Beatrice made Jasper feel like a teenage boy again. But looking around the pub after the anticipated hour, made him feel old. Merlin, when did he get so old? The biggest question was where. But it seemed as though the muggleborn witch hadn't missed a beat. He helped her with her coat, and zipped up his jacket and happily let the girl take him out into the cool air of a new year.
She pulled out a phone and started to search. Instead of watching the blue light screen, his eyes were fixed on the lit up face of the girl. It seemed as that her thinking and pondering face hadn't changed all that much. Or maybe it had. Being over a decade since he had seen her, perhaps the alcohol had melted the years away to his mind only. But it seemed to happen too soon that she decided and triumphantly declared that. He followed her stride easily, curious as to where she was taking him. Honestly though, he would have followed her to the end of the world if she would let him.
She led him to a small hole in the wall bar that seemed still open, though quite void of those drunk and loud partiers. He settled himself on a couch near the fire, naturally stretching out his arm along the back of it. "How about a whiskey." He mentioned without missing a beat. As a curse breaker, that had quickly become their drink of choice. Though he knew that drinking more than one more glass would be a bad idea.
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