Six~ Morning Dark
Like a cloud descending upon a mountain, a black ball of fur pounced up onto the hospital bed without a sound. She coked her head and blinked her yellow eyes. She contemplated the theory of evil not wearing a bonnet randomly. She was not too sure about this male human thing before her and near her pet. She prowled up to investigate. He didn't smell too bad. Although the smell of the Great Smokey Mountains just before the rain did not appeal to her in the slightest, most human females found it to die for. Why, she would never know.
Odd primitive species.
He stirred as she sniffed him to make sure nothing was wrong with his person. After she brushed up against his face she figured she would own him as well. She went to where his face lie next to her territory's face and rested in the crook of his arm where his hand held the girl's.
Jae's eyes opened and saw the feline between her and Oliver. The man had woken up with a sneeze for the cat had left a fuzz ball in his nose.
"I'm her territory," Jae said releasing her hand from Oliver's, "She tends to be possessive."
He blinked confused.
"Ravyn, my cat."
He looked down at the black cat that would not be moved from laying on top of his arms.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?"
Oliver again looked at Jae confused.
"You were sleeping next to me!"
"If you hadn't noticed, Jae, I'm not fully in the bed. It was just my face and my arms. And if you remember, you did not seem to mind so much."
"How dare you!"
"What's wrong with you today?"
Jae just sat up in bed. "I don't think I'm going to dignify that with a responce."
"You said you didn't want to be alone."
"Well I do now. Leave, Wood." There was evident bite n her voice.
Likewise he replied. "It seems to me, Long, that your cat has a different idea in mind."
"And you insist on taking responsibility for your actions."
"You shouldn't blame me for your PMS."
"You're bloody just like everyone else!"
Oliver blinked. "Okay. That's it. Fine! Have it your way. Forget I even tried to care." He moved Ravyn, despite her protests. "So this is how I'm treated after being nothing but nice to you? I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies." With that he finally stalked out of the hospital room with one swift movement, preventing himself from saying anything further that he would regret.
Jae watched him leave. After contemplating the theory of how Oliver was one of those men who looked good from every angle she suddenly realized what had just happened. Ravyn looked at her property with a look that did not approve and just jumped off the bed and left after Oliver.
Now she was alone. No cat, no drunken badger, and her owl Tyger was somewhere around, but not here. She did not recognize where she was but Oliver had told her that she was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She wondered why she now kept thinking about Oliver Wood. She had not been too happy with how close he had been to her for she did not want anything remotely like that. Perhaps though she felt a bit guilty about what she had done. Left to her own devices she remembered the sound of silence. It was not unfamiliar to her. It was the sound of her life. She traveled alone, she lived alone, she was alone. She fancied herself independent. And yet now she noticed something just wasn't right. She felt some pain. Something was missing.
She had never liked being alone.
"So Mr. Wood has finally departed?" a monotone, deep and slightly haughty voice asked.
She looked up at this man she had never seen, heard or been introduced to. His hair was black as was his dress and his eyes were uncolored or at least there was no name for this dark color. "Professor Snape?"
"Very good, Miss Long, for someone who has not met me."
"No preconceived notions either. I knew you knew Mom but nothing further than that."
"Your mother was the reason James Potter and I never got along. To him I was only a bloody Slytherin who had best not weave charms or potions on his little sister. Steph wasn't interested anyways and that was fine with me. She was a worthy friend."
"Then she met Dad."
"Yes. Your father changed my mind about Americans. He was the most honorable one I ever met. I true testament to people of the Slay house of the Carolinas, which is like our Gryffindor here. Never before had I met someone of either house that exemplified the characteristics of that house with such accuracy." He sighed. "At least their passing was honorable."
Jae smiled. "Dying for what one believes in is the most ultimate and worthy sacrifice.
Snape nodded. "Have you met Mr. Potter yet?"
"No, not yet. I'm not certain if it is wise for my link to him to be revealed at this time."
"It is inevitable now."
"He doesn't know his father even had a sister though does he?"
Snape shook his head, "Most likely not." After a long pause, he then said, "You look so much like your mother."
"Is that a pass on me cause I'm half your age."
Jae noticed Oliver Wood had returned as she also saw a slight smirk on Snape's face. The Goth looking professor turned to him. "Did you bring Miss Long her breakfast, Mr. Wood?"
"Yes Professor Snape," he replied shortly, but had a slight confused look on his face.
"I have a class I need to teach. First year potions," he said. Jae half expected him to shudder, but that wasn't a Snape kind of thing to do. "So I will take my leave and speak with you more later Miss Long."
She nodded as he turned on his heel and left.
"Was Snape just smirking?" Oliver asked in wonder.
"I tend to have that effect on people."
He blinked and spoke, "Your breakfast?"
"Is this waffles with boysenberry syrup?"
"Appears so."
"Thank you." She went to work on the plate in front of her. There were no words exchanged on the events of the waking up incident. Oliver now sat a slight bit further away from her than he had the previous day. Jae wasn't sure why she didn't like the distance. Could it be withdrawal? No. Never. Don't need a guy. But... No!
He wasn't quite sure what to think of this situation. He needed to play Quidditch. That was what was wrong. First the shower he had taken had been very refreshing, but most importantly it had been over a week since he's played Quidditch. He was having Quidditch withdrawal.
"I need out of this wing," Jae blurted out, interrupting Oliver's thoughts.
"Madame Pomfrey says you're almost read."
"Good. I need a shower and then maybe some Quidditch. Maybe not necessarily in that order."
Oliver's mouth nearly dropped to the floor.
"I'd recommend you pick up your jaw before your face gets stuck in that position."
"I was just thinking the exact same thing you were thinking."
"Delightful. We agree on something. Now pardon me while I find a container for my joy."
"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming."
"Well I could tell you that your smile makes me want to throw myself under a train but that fitted better with Flint... although I probably shouldn't have said that."
Oliver's face almost cracked while he tried in vain not to laugh.
Jae just glanced up at Oliver and pushed her tray away from her.
"So wasn't your house Gryffindor's equivalent?" he inquired.
"Yes it as."
"And you realize..."
"I know who Professor Snape is and from which house he comes."
"But..."
"When will people realize that not everyone from the same house are identical? Not all Slytherins are the spawn of Satan?"
"Satan?"
"Arg, pure-bloods. Okay let me rephrase. Not all Slytherins are the incarnate of evil."
"Jae, he was my teacher..."
"I know. Teachers aren't bad either. Just misunderstood."
"Still. How can you speak with him civilly?"
"He and I have an understanding."
"On a first meeting you have an understanding and can get him to smirk?"
"Yep."
"How?"
Jae looked Oliver Wood in the eye. "If I told you, I would have to kill you."
Like a cloud descending upon a mountain, a black ball of fur pounced up onto the hospital bed without a sound. She coked her head and blinked her yellow eyes. She contemplated the theory of evil not wearing a bonnet randomly. She was not too sure about this male human thing before her and near her pet. She prowled up to investigate. He didn't smell too bad. Although the smell of the Great Smokey Mountains just before the rain did not appeal to her in the slightest, most human females found it to die for. Why, she would never know.
Odd primitive species.
He stirred as she sniffed him to make sure nothing was wrong with his person. After she brushed up against his face she figured she would own him as well. She went to where his face lie next to her territory's face and rested in the crook of his arm where his hand held the girl's.
Jae's eyes opened and saw the feline between her and Oliver. The man had woken up with a sneeze for the cat had left a fuzz ball in his nose.
"I'm her territory," Jae said releasing her hand from Oliver's, "She tends to be possessive."
He blinked confused.
"Ravyn, my cat."
He looked down at the black cat that would not be moved from laying on top of his arms.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?"
Oliver again looked at Jae confused.
"You were sleeping next to me!"
"If you hadn't noticed, Jae, I'm not fully in the bed. It was just my face and my arms. And if you remember, you did not seem to mind so much."
"How dare you!"
"What's wrong with you today?"
Jae just sat up in bed. "I don't think I'm going to dignify that with a responce."
"You said you didn't want to be alone."
"Well I do now. Leave, Wood." There was evident bite n her voice.
Likewise he replied. "It seems to me, Long, that your cat has a different idea in mind."
"And you insist on taking responsibility for your actions."
"You shouldn't blame me for your PMS."
"You're bloody just like everyone else!"
Oliver blinked. "Okay. That's it. Fine! Have it your way. Forget I even tried to care." He moved Ravyn, despite her protests. "So this is how I'm treated after being nothing but nice to you? I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies." With that he finally stalked out of the hospital room with one swift movement, preventing himself from saying anything further that he would regret.
Jae watched him leave. After contemplating the theory of how Oliver was one of those men who looked good from every angle she suddenly realized what had just happened. Ravyn looked at her property with a look that did not approve and just jumped off the bed and left after Oliver.
Now she was alone. No cat, no drunken badger, and her owl Tyger was somewhere around, but not here. She did not recognize where she was but Oliver had told her that she was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She wondered why she now kept thinking about Oliver Wood. She had not been too happy with how close he had been to her for she did not want anything remotely like that. Perhaps though she felt a bit guilty about what she had done. Left to her own devices she remembered the sound of silence. It was not unfamiliar to her. It was the sound of her life. She traveled alone, she lived alone, she was alone. She fancied herself independent. And yet now she noticed something just wasn't right. She felt some pain. Something was missing.
She had never liked being alone.
"So Mr. Wood has finally departed?" a monotone, deep and slightly haughty voice asked.
She looked up at this man she had never seen, heard or been introduced to. His hair was black as was his dress and his eyes were uncolored or at least there was no name for this dark color. "Professor Snape?"
"Very good, Miss Long, for someone who has not met me."
"No preconceived notions either. I knew you knew Mom but nothing further than that."
"Your mother was the reason James Potter and I never got along. To him I was only a bloody Slytherin who had best not weave charms or potions on his little sister. Steph wasn't interested anyways and that was fine with me. She was a worthy friend."
"Then she met Dad."
"Yes. Your father changed my mind about Americans. He was the most honorable one I ever met. I true testament to people of the Slay house of the Carolinas, which is like our Gryffindor here. Never before had I met someone of either house that exemplified the characteristics of that house with such accuracy." He sighed. "At least their passing was honorable."
Jae smiled. "Dying for what one believes in is the most ultimate and worthy sacrifice.
Snape nodded. "Have you met Mr. Potter yet?"
"No, not yet. I'm not certain if it is wise for my link to him to be revealed at this time."
"It is inevitable now."
"He doesn't know his father even had a sister though does he?"
Snape shook his head, "Most likely not." After a long pause, he then said, "You look so much like your mother."
"Is that a pass on me cause I'm half your age."
Jae noticed Oliver Wood had returned as she also saw a slight smirk on Snape's face. The Goth looking professor turned to him. "Did you bring Miss Long her breakfast, Mr. Wood?"
"Yes Professor Snape," he replied shortly, but had a slight confused look on his face.
"I have a class I need to teach. First year potions," he said. Jae half expected him to shudder, but that wasn't a Snape kind of thing to do. "So I will take my leave and speak with you more later Miss Long."
She nodded as he turned on his heel and left.
"Was Snape just smirking?" Oliver asked in wonder.
"I tend to have that effect on people."
He blinked and spoke, "Your breakfast?"
"Is this waffles with boysenberry syrup?"
"Appears so."
"Thank you." She went to work on the plate in front of her. There were no words exchanged on the events of the waking up incident. Oliver now sat a slight bit further away from her than he had the previous day. Jae wasn't sure why she didn't like the distance. Could it be withdrawal? No. Never. Don't need a guy. But... No!
He wasn't quite sure what to think of this situation. He needed to play Quidditch. That was what was wrong. First the shower he had taken had been very refreshing, but most importantly it had been over a week since he's played Quidditch. He was having Quidditch withdrawal.
"I need out of this wing," Jae blurted out, interrupting Oliver's thoughts.
"Madame Pomfrey says you're almost read."
"Good. I need a shower and then maybe some Quidditch. Maybe not necessarily in that order."
Oliver's mouth nearly dropped to the floor.
"I'd recommend you pick up your jaw before your face gets stuck in that position."
"I was just thinking the exact same thing you were thinking."
"Delightful. We agree on something. Now pardon me while I find a container for my joy."
"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming."
"Well I could tell you that your smile makes me want to throw myself under a train but that fitted better with Flint... although I probably shouldn't have said that."
Oliver's face almost cracked while he tried in vain not to laugh.
Jae just glanced up at Oliver and pushed her tray away from her.
"So wasn't your house Gryffindor's equivalent?" he inquired.
"Yes it as."
"And you realize..."
"I know who Professor Snape is and from which house he comes."
"But..."
"When will people realize that not everyone from the same house are identical? Not all Slytherins are the spawn of Satan?"
"Satan?"
"Arg, pure-bloods. Okay let me rephrase. Not all Slytherins are the incarnate of evil."
"Jae, he was my teacher..."
"I know. Teachers aren't bad either. Just misunderstood."
"Still. How can you speak with him civilly?"
"He and I have an understanding."
"On a first meeting you have an understanding and can get him to smirk?"
"Yep."
"How?"
Jae looked Oliver Wood in the eye. "If I told you, I would have to kill you."