A/N Please Review, I enjoy them so much! It's very nice to hear that my writing is appreciated and enjoyed. However, I would also like to hear some constructive criticism. That does not mean that I will accept Flames. You flame me, I'm not gonna have a breakdown and cry. I'll ignore you.
Chapter Two –
Jasper's POV
The soft knock on the door went almost unheard by my sensitive ears. Even though I heard the knock, I refused to climb from my couch and open the door. Each movement, each face, object, sound and smell would remind me of the one I lost, not even a week ago. So I simply coped with feigned ignorance, allowing the persistent knocks to continue as though unheard. Frustration radiating from the hall, Emmett finally opted to break my door down instead of simply opening it. After seeing what he had done, he gave a sheepish smile.
"Esme's gonna have a cow about this. Third one this month…" I didn't crack a smile for him, even though that's what any older brother would do. I couldn't find Emmett's sunny personality of any help to me. I couldn't take joy in his jokes anymore…there was no joy in this world left for me. I was hollow.
Emmett frowned at my ignoring him.
"Carlisle is in the dining room, the mail's in." Emmett informed me sullenly, obviously sore about me ignoring his presence. On a whim, I glanced at him, reading the excitement coming from him.
"What?" I croaked, my voice cracking from lack of use.
"We have some…interesting mail." Emmett informed me dryly, turning to leave the room. I gazed after him a moment, and then turned my attention back to the plaster of the ceiling. The mail would change nothing- it could make no difference in my life. The only thing that would was bringing her back. I snorted. Mail could not do that, no matter how much I may hope.
After a moment, a loud explanation- particularly foul mouthed- from downstairs brought me back from my moping.
"Esme!" It was Emmett's voice. I sensed the surprise, and was down the stairs like a shot. Had someone hurt Esme? Was something wrong? How-ever, instead of finding a desperate scene with Esme's life in danger, I found Emmett dancing about in a purely ridiculous manner, chanting.
"Esme swore! Esme swoooorrrreee!!" Emmett chanted, laughing. Esme growled, not pleased at all by Emmett's foolery. It helped none that Rosalie was goading him on, and Edward laughing against his will.
"It was an explanation of surprise!" Esme defended herself, scowling. I looked around the room, to find Edward gone, as usual. Likely watching Bella sleep. That boy needs to get a hobby. Emmett was chanting, and Esme and Carlisle were attempting to lead him to the couch. Rosalie had adopting a stance similar to mine, standing on the opposite side of the couch. Arms crossed, legs apart and slightly annoyed. Perfectly Rosalie. I knew that my own expression was void of emotion, much to the dislike of my family. Their disinclination to accept this new Jasper spoke volumes.
Once Emmett had settled, the family turned their interest to Carlisle. In his hand, he held a rustic Envelope, thick and quite heavy looking. On one side, green ink spelled their address (It was addressed to Carlisle) and, upon turning it over, a heavy, purple wax sealed could be seen. In his other hand, was a note, written in the familiar Emerald colored ink.
With a quick glance at the family, reassuring him that every one was paying attention, Carlisle began to read.
Carlisle and Family-Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry has me contact you in the hopes that you will send one of your children to help our students with their studies. We are well aware of the fact that being among all of these mortals may be difficult for your family, but we have the utmost trust in your judgment. We are sure that our students would appreciate the knowledge from experience.
Yours truly,
Professor Mc.GonagalI watched as our family began to discuss this rash proposal. Carlisle was friends with Dumbledore, whom had helped him along more than once. He was obviously eager to help this self-acclaimed 'Wizard'.
"How do you know that Wizard's and Witches truly exist, and he is not just lying?" Rosalie asked Carlisle, her snotty attitude showing through with this question.
"Rosalie…If you do recall, we have already been in a brush with Wizards." Carlisle answered softly, and I lowered my head. I was sure that everyone in the room could feel my pain. Emmett looked perturbed.
"But, if these are the same people. Then why-?" Carlisle cut him off before he could say anymore.
" These Wizards are not the same. I know Dumbledore…" Carlisle broke off, chuckling humorlessly "And he would not call himself a 'Dark Lord' "
The family fell silent, contemplating whom to send. It was obvious that Rosalie and Emmett would not go- they had already planned a trip to god-knows where. Greece, or something equally as fancy. Carlisle couldn't bear to leave his hospital, while Esme had gardening clubs to go to. Of course, Edward leaving Bella was out of the question. Last time lover boy left, both human and Vampire were so depressed, neither could function properly. So that left me.
"I'll do it." I sighed, and Carlisle shot me a concerned glanced.
"You're not as well trained, Jasper, it will be incredibly hard for you." Carlisle pointed out the obvious. I merely shook my head.
"It will serve as practice. Humans will always be around there, so I may become desensitized. It would certainly work in my favor." My smile turned into a grimace. Carlisle gave me an anxious look, before hesitantly agreeing. He said it would be good for me. He said it would help me get over the incedent. But the truth was, I knew that nothing in this world could ever help me over come Alice.
I winced, before turning towards the stairs, intent on returning to my gazing at the ceiling. As I left, I heard Carlisle Announce to the rest of the family.
"I'll contact Dumbledore with our answer.
Jasper leaves tomorrow."
A/N I want three new reviews for the next chapter.
I apologize for evil ness.
(Once Jasper gets to Hogwart's, the story line will pick-up. REVIEW!!!)