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Nov 22, 2017 19:35:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 19:35:59 GMT -7
Max seemed frustrated with Jamie and how she was acting, and the Hufflepuff had to admit that the feeling was mutual. The older girl just wanted things to be simple, but they had both long outgrown simple. “I don’t need you to understand, Max.” Jamie explained. “I just… I need you to be okay with not understanding.” She said. There were some things about her sister that Jamie was never going to understand – like why she had tried to take her own life. But the Hufflepuff had realized that trying to understand those things was just going to frustrate both of them, and possibly drag them both into very dark places emotionally. Max needed to accept the fact that, unless she became a werewolf, she was never going to understand what it was like to live with lycanthropy. Considering Jamie didn’t ever want her sister to get turned, the latter option was going to be what they went with.
Max said that she didn’t want Jamie to drive herself insane with what others were going to think of her, and the blonde shook her head. “I would be doing that even if I wasn’t a werewolf.” Jamie said. “People are my reason for being, Max. I live to love and be loved, and I need other people for that. How they see me matters.” Jamie had accepted that a life of solitude wasn’t for her, but escaping solitude required a certain level of sensitivity as to how she was perceived by others. “I do know who I am.” Jamie agreed. She was Max’s sister (and Odette’s and Elias’s and Aaron’s and Adrian’s). She was Andy’s person. She was Harper’s ex-girlfriend and Will’s ex-something and Liona’s current something. She saw herself as an amalgam of her relationships with other people.
“I don’t think Elias is going back.” Jamie said softly. It was only a part of Max’s concern, but Jamie couldn’t see Elias returning home, partially because she had heard through the grapevine that Maria was staying in England, and there was no way the two cousins would ever be apart from each other if they didn’t have to be. “Max.” Jamie said quietly. “We don’t just have the next few weeks together, okay?” She said, forcing herself to look her sister in the eyes. “Maybe I’m not going to be at Hogwarts anymore, but we still have our rest of our lives to be sisters.” Jamie wasn’t going to evaporate just because she wasn’t going to the same school as her sister.
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Dec 2, 2017 0:37:28 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Dec 2, 2017 0:37:28 GMT -7
“I don’t need you to understand, Max. I just… I need you to be okay with not understanding.”
Max wished that she could have understood—if just for a day—what it was really like to be a werewolf and in Jamie's shoes. She wanted to understand it more than anything. She didn't want to be a werewolf permanently, but she wanted to know what her half-sister was going through enough to be able to help her, or at least give her some advice that didn't make her seem so naïve and feel so stupid.
On the possibility of driving herself to insanity over what others thought of her, Jamie denied that it had anything to do with her being a werewolf. “People are my reason for being, Max. I live to love and be loved, and I need other people for that. How they see me matters.”
Sure, thought Max, how people saw Jamie mattered to a certain extent—and maybe a little bit more because she wanted to have a career in a field that meant that she would be in the spotlight, ideally, until the time of her retirement—but public approval, being liked by everyone… Those things alone weren't supposed to be measures of her success. Jamie said, at least, that she did know who she was, and Max knew her well enough to know that—not only did she mean it—she wouldn't lose sight of who she was.
They would, though, be losing Elias—or that had seemed to be the case until Jamie spoke up. “I don’t think Elias is going back,” she said.
“He's staying here?” Max hadn't heard anything about it and had just assumed that Elias was going back to Durmstrang with everyone else, but, if he was staying, that meant that he wouldn't just disappear on them as quickly as he had entered their lives. “In Britain?” She was hopeful that he would stay, because he would get to be their brother, rather than just a stranger who shared their blood. It was easier to build a relationship with someone who didn't just exist in occasional owls back and forth from another country. “That's great,” but it didn't change that Jamie and Elias were both nearly finished with their final year of schooling.
“Max.”
Max kept her eyes locked on Jamie.
“We don’t just have the next few weeks together, okay? Maybe I’m not going to be at Hogwarts anymore, but we still have our rest of our lives to be sisters.”
Jamie was right. The world wasn't going to stop turning just because Jamie was going to be a real adult who was finished with school and making a life for herself out in the world beyond Hogwarts. They would still be sisters, even if they were separated by a little bit of distance, and Elias would be around, too. Come September, maybe she wouldn't be able to run to the Hufflepuff Common Room to find her for advice, but there would still be owls—and even the Floo Network, if they were lucky. And there would be Hogsmeade weekends, and they would adjust. They would adjust again, rather; just as they had adjusted to being sisters in the first place.
“Whenever you haven't got practice or a match,” which would be more often than not, “we'll meet up or something,” Max proposed to her. Even if it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend, Max didn't think that Professor McGonagall would have a problem with letting Jamie into the castle. Jamie was mature and responsible and the furthest thing from a troublemaker, and Max hoped, anyway, that the headmistress would be willing to make an exception for her. “Just don't get too busy for me with your Quidditch career,” she added on, forcing herself to laugh a little despite its being a genuine worry of hers. Max knew that Jamie would never forget about her entirely, but Max also guessed that it would get easier and easier for her to slip down Jamie's list of priorities as time went on.
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Dec 8, 2017 18:09:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 18:09:35 GMT -7
Jamie just nodded when her sister asked if Elias was staying. To the best of her knowledge, that was her brother’s plan, though she was going to have to talk to him sometime to make sure that she understood his intentions correctly. For a moment, Jamie felt bad – if it turned out that their brother was going to go back to his home country, then Max was going to be crushed by her false hope. Still, if he was staying, then why let Max believe that she was going to lose her brother for a moment longer than she had to? Jamie wouldn’t help but feel like she was in a lose-lose situation; she wished that she had thought to really confirm with Elias before speaking at all.
Jamie nodded when Max said they could meet up when there wasn’t a match or practice happening. Jamie mentally added publicity events to that list of responsibilities. Part of being a Quidditch player was image management, apparently, and given her surname Jamie would have a whirlwind of a summer proving that just because she happened to share DNA with her father didn’t mean that she was anything like him. Even with all of those obligations, though, Jamie was certain that she’d have time. At first she’d probably be exhausted by her new responsibilities, but she’d find a way to fight through it.
“I will never be too busy for my little sister.” Jamie said, opening her arms so that Max could have a hug if she so chose. Jamie was new to the whole sister thing – she’d only had a year of practice, after all – but she knew that families were supposed to put each other first, and giving up her sister for her career wasn’t something that Jamie would ever be willing to do. She only had one baby sister, and she was going to try her best not to abandon Max to Hogwarts’s whims. As the only Greyback child left in school, it was bound to get lonely, and Jamie vowed to herself that she would write at least once a week, no matter how busy things were. They could make this work.
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Jan 13, 2018 11:39:17 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Jan 13, 2018 11:39:17 GMT -7
“I will never be too busy for my little sister,” Jamie promised her. She opened her arms up for the possibility of a hug. Max didn’t even think twice before taking the opportunity, hugging Jamie back tightly. Sometimes, it was still strange to be the “youngest”, in a sense, but it was nice, too. She knew that she had the ability to fall back upon her older siblings if she needed to, something that she couldn’t do with Simon and Sarah, who were too young for that. Jamie, especially, had been through so much of the same things that she had. She had been there when everything had happened with Elaine Dupree, and she knew most of the same people who Max herself knew. She certainly remembered how difficult O.W.L.s were, since it had only been about two years since she’d taken them, and she would be able to advise her when it came time for her to take her N.E.W.T.s, as well.
Max pulled away from their hug and smiled. “Good.” She knew that Jamie was going to do well as a Quidditch player. The fame part would be a little bit weird to get used to, she guessed, but it wasn’t as though they didn’t go to school with countless Weasleys or have a half-brother who had just competed in the Triwizard Tournament for his school. Jamie would be able to go to Elias and Anna for advice, Max thought. Plus, the team management would probably help her with some of that, wouldn’t they?
“…And you’re going to get me a shirt with ‘Greyback’ on it, right?” Max added. Quidditch wasn’t her favorite thing and never really had been, but she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to support Jamie. “You know green’s already my color,” she stated as something of a joke. She had never been so vain as to care what colors the Harpies used—nor did she think that she would ever be—and she knew that Jamie knew how uncharacteristic of her it would be for her to care about something like that. Even if the Harpies' colors were hideous, she wouldn't complain.
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Feb 5, 2018 17:24:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 17:24:48 GMT -7
Jamie loved hugs, but there was something uniquely excellent about being able to hug someone smaller than her – that way she could engulf them, and surround them, and protect them. If only it was that easy in the real world, Jamie lamented as she pulled away from her sister. If it was that simple, then Jamie would just hold Max in her arms and never let go. But it wasn’t – Jamie had to let go sometimes, so that she could move on, and Max could, too. At least her sister seemed satisfied that even though things were going to change when Jamie graduated, they didn’t have to change for the worse.
Max asked if she was going to get a shirt that said Greyback on it, and Jamie chuckled. “Yes, I will.” She was going to get jerseys for all of her siblings, if she could manage it. Then, when they were out in public together, there would be no doubt about who they were – Fenrir Greyback’s children, who were not monsters. They were people, and children who loved their family. Imagine that. Max mentioned green being her color, and the Hufflepuff snorted. “Are you sure you don’t want me to join the Chudley Cannons? Green may be your color, but I think you’d look even better in orange.” Jamie said teasingly. They could move on from all the heavy stuff now, and just be sisters, without the weight of the end of the school year or graduation or the world beyond that on their shoulders.
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Mar 20, 2018 20:04:48 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Mar 20, 2018 20:04:48 GMT -7
“Yes,” Jamie affirmed to her about whether or not she would be getting a Harpies shirt from her, “I will.” The mention of green’s being her color—naturally, because she was in Slytherin House—elicited a snort from Jamie. It was the sort of reaction that Max had hoped to get from the comment, even if she wasn’t usually one to crack jokes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to join the Chudley Cannons?” she joked right back to her. Max knew how much Jamie was kidding; the Harpies were excellent, and they were the perfect fit for her and everything that she stood for, particularly because the team was female-only. “Green may be your color,” Jamie weighed, “but I think you’d look even better in orange.”
“Would you really want to look out at the stands from all the way up on your fancy broomstick to see the crowd looking like… a sea of pumpkin juice?” Max smiled. She didn’t think that she would look hideous in orange, but she owned enough that happened to be green that adding even more green—albeit Holyhead Harpies “my sister’s playing for the team now” green—would just keep with the trend. “If this is your way of telling me that you’re switching teams already, I respect your decision,” Max added, knowing Jamie better than to think that she would ever give up her position on the Harpies so soon.
Jokes aside, Max hoped that Jamie was still excited to play professionally. “Have you got any sort of a schedule yet?” she wondered. “Or have they not announced it yet?” It would make it easier for them to make summer plans if she did, and Max guessed that the team’s management must have been keeping in touch with Jamie via owl post.
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