There was a certain word to describe the perfect sensation that was running viciously throughout Neville's core, "So, last block then? Since.." she paused as her enchanting blue eyes practically shimmering in the rays of the morning sun, flickering in a rather shy, adorable manner back and forth from the cobble stoned floor to my direction, causing the tranced wizard before the ravishing Abbott to pathetically contain whatever was left from his self-control ".. We don't have any classes" her voice was lowered, a detail that Neville couldn't actually process the significance for.
It has only been two weeks into the education Hogwarts offered, although the overwhelming amount of studies the teacher's assigned already held a tight grasp around numerous student's scheduels, it was a miracle how Neville kept with the homework, although he blamed the rather non-existant social life he attained and shurgged his shoulder's mentally at the thought, and stared down in a nervous, stuttering splurr at the young witch that wrapped her arms around her torso that stood in the lifeless corridor.
"I-I see no, no problem with that" he stumbled over his own sentence and mentally slapped himself in the face multiple times as he claimed a quite questionable gaze from the Hufflepuff, her smirk still attached to her pink lips, he offered a dry chuckle to somewhat ease the ambience that surrounded them. "Great!" she replied, her grin quickly forming into an intoxicating smile that Neville drank dry, fully drugged from her mere attitude that he pathetically scolded himself mentally for drifting off into her entrancing features superficially. He couldn't help himself.
"Y-Yeah, see you then" he sucked at anything revolving socialization, he was an awkward tree in the midst of a prairie. Fleeing from the subliminal advances Abbott created, he walked down the hall and around the corner as if there was a pole stuck straight down his throat, and leaned against the wall as a huff of relief was released from his lungs. He didn't breath within the engagement with Hannah, and his brain was slightly incoherent from the lack of air within a span of 3 minutes.
Although his presence was unknown to the individuals around him as he relaxed himself in the assumed hallway, there was a girl that sat solemnly with her knee's curled to her chest in a pitiful state, as her chin laid lazily atop her bone, and stared in utter boredom at the wall across from her. This was the vulnerable Jessamine that he rarely encountered, which was odd, since as of late, he grown accustomed to the girl's desperate behaviour, though didn't question it as he sluggishly walked over to the girl that didn't acknowledge his existence, but was aware of the wizard nevertheless. He sat himself ungracefully beside Winifred and smiled into the air.
The last time he spoke to Winifred, he was being verbally beaten by her.
"You being here can cause assumptions" she mumbled, her voice still radiating the man-like strength that many girls questioned, though did not ask. It was a strange detail surrounding the girl, she was still this seemingly elegant, poise lady, although judging this mere woman by sight does not specifically by any means contrast to her personality. Once she spoke, the imagery of such an innocent, pure creature shatters as one hears her strong, demanding tone she acquired by being brought up in her household. The Daily Prophet held no boundaries to describing the Jessamine family, seeing as they were naturally the accomplished, rich wizards and witches that grew into respected Auror's and members of the ministry - the newspaper gossiped wildly about their antics, and specifically alienated the young Jessamine, holding a column pin-pointing out of her and the muggle's relationship. He didn't read that page. She held the atmosphere as if royalty, and nobody treated her otherwise - for she was as kind as well, despite her rather boyish ways and indecent views, she typically held others needs before herself, though nobody tended to note of this characteristic, and held the fact that she had 9 relationships within a year, many of them drastically being ruined by her boredom with the boy, which resulted her to cheat.
"Doesn't matter, everybody thinks we're dating anyway" Neville lost his nervousness from he claimed while around Hannah and drifted off into his own thoughts.
At this, Winifred whipped her hair up into the face of Neville, and smiled rather perfectly, her eyes glimmering with obvious mockery, "yes, because I'd prefer an inexperienced Longbottom than.." her sentenced dropped, as well did her face once she speculated someone to compare Neville to, and came up with nothing and settled back into her cocoon.
There was a silence that engulfed them, as they both sat with blank faces, until Winifred broke the tension, "she lied to you, Hannah" her voice was drenched with understanding and mild confusion, "I don't know why though, the only people I speak lowly of is people I actually know" her dominant nature resurfaced quickly as it was taken down, and she perched her back into a straight line than curving around her legs.
"Did you eat?" Neville laughed as he was questioned from Winifred, her attention span sprung around then a young 4 year old child, although he was grateful, he didn't want to ponder on the thought of Hannah lying to him.
"Yes, I have. I just though getting a walk would be good before Charms" Neville confided.
"Great, you can walk me. I have Charms as well" there was a sense of formality in her voice that Neville immediately noted of, an aspect he didn't really noticed.
"Didn't want to, but fine" Neville sighed, as Winifred stared at him through the corner of her eye, "I thought Gryffindor's were courteous" she shot, "I though Ravenclaw's were independent" he replied, "I'm a very dependant person, it's rather pathetic" she muttered sarcastically, although it was meant as a joke, Neville could conclude that Winifred was in fact surrounded by people and expected a major assistance from her peers, which popped a question into the wizard's mind, "why are you here? I mean like, alone" he stared broadly at the Jessamine as she ducked into her knee's once more, wrapping her arms around her legs tighter.
Silence was his response as she shrugged, and stared directly at the wall across from them, this actually gave him the chance to stare at the beauty mark that she was perfectly laid on her jaw. He wanted to kiss it.
"Fred Weasley" she bluntly stated, contemplating if she would tell him more, although before he could mutter a word of anything about the man that was now working his new company down in Diagon Alley, she pulled back her cloak from around her waist and removed a worn looking, piece of parchment that looked long, and heart wrenching confessional from her grey, knitted sweater, "we've been sending er, letter's to each other" she said matter of factly, a little color appearing on her cheeks while a faint smile was smothered across her face, sending off this aura of pure, innocent bliss. Neville's gut pitched awkardly, something he mentally questioned, though pushed it into the back of his head and returned the smile towards the glowing Jessamine.
"It's stupid" she muttered, folding up the paper back into her pocket, "but he said he came here a lot to think.. So.." she paused, and redirected her gaze from the wall to up to him, "did you know there's an idiotic rumor going around that every time I love someone, they die?" her voice was humorous, although her eyes shown the pure hate and despair towards it. The princess was hurt.
"That's what you were thinking about?" Neville asked, his voice low, hushed.
"Yeah, I mean.. It's impossible. Cedric and McKenzie" she murmured, under her breath as she removed her eyes from Neville once more and stared at the wall, "it's.. Impossible" she whispered, her voice choppy, as if she were broken and meant to be mended back together.
It was out of pure and utter instinct that Neville attempted to wrap his arms around the Jessamine, he didn't intentionally mean to give this grieving creature a heartfelt embrace, although when he out-stretched his offering arms, she instantly smacked this gesture away and frowned at him, "indecent behaviour" although her voice was strict, a slow smile softly spread across her face, "you're my boyfriend, but we aren't intimate" she muttered, Neville's face flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tense, jittery mannerism slowly emerging once more, "r-race you to Charms" he smiled, it was forced, although Winifred devoured it whole.
"Sure" she stood to her feet, and took a leap towards Professor Flitwick's class, although once her foot landed on the stone, she fell to the floor clumsily and yelped something unrepeatable. Neville held back his laugh.
There is absolutely this addiction to Matthew Lewis, ugh, it's so insane. ALSO! Lately I've been writing these latest chapter's from my nuisence of a Blackberry, so that explains my oddly short chapter's. I apologize. My laptop is horrible, and I cannot type on it's horrible keyboard. Review's are highly encouraged. I've only got one. It's so sad C': makes me all anguished inside. Dramatic, I'm aware. Love you silent readers C: