clear my conscience (colleen)

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if i told you who i am would you turn your back on me? Not a day went by lately where Jude wasn't met with a pounding headache. Whether it was due to his professors digging into him for his long standing stance against using magic or due to his classmates and so called friends attempting to draw him out of his irritable disposition when he clearly didn't want to. He forced his weight down an empty corridor, hoping it would stay empty as he ventured his way up to the Gryffindor Tower. It was close to curfew, which made things a little easier, as most of the more diligent people were already in their respective houses. Jude was one to take his time however, his headache prompting his general streak of carelessness on the matter. Whenever he was out past curfew, he always secretly hoped he'd get expelled even though he knew how ridiculous it sounded. He'd have to do something much more drastic, but Dumbledore be damned if Jude Wyatt ever got it in his head that he could pull off anything extreme. For as much as he hated people, he couldn't imagine deliberately putting someone in harms way. So instead, he decided long ago to be a pain on the system rather than to the people. Thwart their attempts to make him do magic, ignore the rules, play the rebel. He didn't care if he got detention, didn't care if he got yelled at or if his professors attempted to humiliate him. He was stubborn and self-absorbed, and living some backwards fairytale he never wanted to be part of. He also didn't seem to care that the root of most of his headaches stemmed from his stubborn inclination to remain bitter and constantly on edge. Instead, he blamed it on the castle and everything in it. Painted with a permanent frown, he stopped before one of the broad windows. It was getting dark outside and he could see one or two forms making their way towards the castle in a hurry. He was four floors up and couldn't make out who they were, but seeing them moving towards the castle motivated him to move as well. He rubbed his forehead as he pushed away, not eager to share the corridor with another, nor eager to return to the common room. Part of him wanted to veer off and upwards towards the Astronomy Tower and whole up there for the night where he could freely smoke the air from his lungs. And he was about to do it too, until a professor rounded a corner. "Mr. Wyatt, I hope you're heading back to your common room. Ten minutes to curfew." Jude glared at the professor, mostly on account of his headache. He shoved his hands in the pocket of his robes in defeat and headed off towards Gryffindor Tower. Now that they knew where he was, he couldn't very well sneak off and hide. Merlin knows they'd be watching him, knowing his track record. Drawing a sigh, he made his way up the moving staircases, having to wait at least once for it to click into place. Then once he reached the Portrait hole, he had to wait some more for the Fat Lady to stop shrieking some horrific hymn she thought he'd appreciate. Once inside the common room, he found it to be less chaotic than he was used to. It wasn't empty yet by any means, but it was on the quieter side. A sigh of relief drew from his lips as he found himself slipping into one of the red arm chairs. He probably would have stayed there all night too if he hadn't spotted one of his less annoying friends at one of the tables. She seemed to be alone, which worked in his favour. He pushed his way from his chair and walked over to her, pulling up a seat across from her, "I don't know why it's so quiet in here, but thank Merlin it is..." he said, practically dropping his face into his arms as they rested on the table. "I want to die." He added, his head throbbing. @colleen 684 monster - imagine dragons

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Colleen wasn't a person who was afraid of sneaking out of the Common Room after curfew.  That was because she was a total prankster at heart, thanks to the influence of her father, Seamus Finnigan, and her brother, Ronan, the younger male Finnigan of the family.  She and Ronan were adept into getting into some sneaky mischief of sorts.  But, right now there wasn't trouble for her to get into at the moment, especially when Ronan wasn't around.  Ronan was like her lynchpin.  Therefore, Colleen behaved like a proper young lass during those sad occasions when she couldn't be messing about like an imp. 

But she didn't mind being a normal student once in a while.  Colleen was content to be in the Common Room just in time before curfew settled in.  She had just completed her homework, thanks to the help of another housemate who had decided to go back to his dorm to get some sleep.  It wasn't that late in the night yet, so Colleen decided to stay up a little, at least until she got to talk to Ronan.  Right now, she was writing in her journal at a table.  The day had been a regular one, so there was nothing exactly eventful to record.  But, of course, there was always something slightly new and unique that happened on different days to a teenage girl's point of view.  It didn't have to be a bombastic contrast to her typical days.  It could be a funny statement from a friend that made her day or a student getting into trouble by a professor for sleeping in a class.  Stuff like that.  She liked to remember the small details that made an impression to her--as common as they may seem, but just as long as it caught her interest--and record them in her journal at the end of the day so that she wouldn't lose them completely.  They would be there when she felt like rereading the contents of her journal.  It gave her something to snicker about.

Anyways, she was scribbling away with a quill on the pages of her journal.  She took a pause in her writing and looked up from her journal when someone took a seat in the chair across from hers.  Ah, it was Jude.  The boy was a rather difficult one to befriend.  In fact, it almost seemed like it wasn't possible to be friends with him at all, and many no-nonsense and impatient people would've given up the task in trying to befriend him in a heartbeat.  Colleen discovered, though, that acknowledging his presence with politeness at the same time that she respected his space was a good way to start a friendship.  Granted, he was a friend who she didn't see a lot and couldn't call her best friend, but they were on good terms nonetheless.  She also felt as if she had completed a pretty impressive accomplishment by doing what a lot of others couldn't.  Yet, she was still cautious to not press his buttons.  He seemed to be...unpredictable.

She smiled at him.  "Why, hello there, Jude," she greeted her companion.  "Peaceful, isn't it?"  The expression on her face quickly turned into a frown, and a concerned look, when he flopped his face down onto his arms and said he wanted to die.  He wasn't the sunniest of people, but something definitely was bothering him.  As a friend, Colleen naturally wanted to know and see if she could help in any way.  "What's the matter, Jude? Is something troubling you?" she asked him.  She probably would've made a witty remark about the death thing, but again, she didn't want to provoke him.  Who would've known that Colleen Finnigan had it in her to tread steadily as an approach to something.        

@jude 

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if i told you who i am would you turn your back on me? Jude wasn't one who really understood what it was he either liked or didn't like about people. Quite frankly, he never really cared to look to deep into it. He knew he liked Colleen and that was enough. She wasn't obnoxious or belligerent and she was nothing like his posh-wannabe step-sister who made it her life's goal to purposely antagonize him. Just the thought of his made his head feel much worse than it did. A frown jilted his expression as he shoved the abhorrent freak from his mind, deciding to focus his attention on the girl; who was way more fit than his sister would ever be. Upon her acknowledgement, he gave an unenthusiastic half wave to the other Gryffindor. "Yeah for once." It really was strange to him, as he was used to a clan of rowdy individuals abiding their time in the common room as if nobody would mind that they would enchant the furniture to sing or cast objects to fly into each other for fun. Jude didn't much like going to sit down on one of the arm chairs, only for it to start belting out some god awful tune from underneath him. Colleen's inquiry drew him from his thoughts, "Oh, just another sodding headache making its usual rounds," He sighed, turning his head so it was resting on his arms rather than having his face smothered into them. He was used to them, but that didn't lessen how frustrating it was. He cast eyes out over the table, books and parchment strewn about; which was quite common. He was sure the pile against the wall had been untouched for ages though, just sitting on the desk collecting dust. Neither he, nor anyone else seemed particularly interested in reading about Magical Theory, though whomever last touched it had left it opened face down on top of the pile. His eyes shifted back to the space Colleen had taken up with her own books, knowing he should probably be working on an Essay for History of Magic, but deciding he had better things to do. Like drive the headache from his brain. He probably could have gone to the Infirmary, but Jude wasn't particularly interested in drinking some horrid potion to cure something he dealt with on a regular basis. Which would have been absurd to everyone else but Jude. He would much rather stubbornly avoid letting magic fix his problem, than succumb to it. Caught in a bout of silence, Jude looked back at the untouched books, movement catching his eye. He blinked and peeled his face from his arm. The thing was fucking moving. "What in bloody-" Oh, how he hated enchanted books. He glared at it, no eager to touch it. The fact that it let out some weird but strangely familiar squeak made him even less eager to. He watched as the book suddenly moved forward, falling off the pile it was on. He jolted slightly, then glared as he realized what was up. A pink furry creature, not unlike the many he saw about the school thanks to that joke shop in Diagon Alley was rolling around in the space the book had once been. Unimpressed, he picked the creature up into his palm, "You are so lucky Lyra isn't here right now," He frowned at the creature before looking up at Colleen, "This isn't yours is it?" He had no idea why anyone would want a Pygmy Puff, but he'd seen quite a few people with them. And Lyra, being the sneaky predator that she was, had not been adverse to chasing after them and making a bit of a disaster of the common room. He cast a look around a room just in case his feline friend was around, but found naught. By now she was usually perched on the windowsill near his bed. @colleen 644 monster - imagine dragons

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