Jasmin Greengrass

KISS

Evan found it hard to fall asleep that night. He couldn’t quite figure out why people were asking him about Jasmin; wasn’t she his cousin’s friend? It didn’t make sense, particularly seeing as people seemed to think there was something there. He knew there wasn’t anything, he’d remember if there was. Plus, he barely knew her. Yet his mind kept drifting to her as he slowly slipped away to sleep.

And oh boy were those dreams... entertaining, to say the least.

He’d blame it on the fact she was pretty - because she really was - and how he’d been asked about her a lot lately. But even as he woke, he could still clearly remember those dreams, he could almost still feel her lips on his. Or at least, how he imagined it’d feel. But it was odd, he had a boyfriend, he shouldn’t find himself thinking about this so much. So he tried to shake that thought off his mind.

At least, until he saw her in the Great Hall not too long after, and the memory came back to him. No, this had to be only because she was pretty. There wasn’t anything more to it, was it?

STRESS

Fingers tapped repeatedly against the table in the Great Hall, frown on his face. While he’d originally been excited to find out he had a brother, it wasn’t long until that left. He was still quite excited, but he was scared, and stressed about it. He’d barely told anyone, mostly because he wasn’t sure how they’d react. And he wasn’t sure what that would mean for Wyatt once they knew. Certainly, his uncle would not enjoy this fact, and he couldn’t imagine his aunt being happy about it either. But he knew they were meant to find it out sooner or later, and it scared him. All he wanted to do was to take his brother and keep him safe from the world, but he couldn’t do that.

Instead, he was stuck trying to figure out how to break it to his family without causing them too much harm or trouble. And nothing he thought of seemed to be of much help. And that’s how he ended up sitting there, fingers tapping the wood, his cup of tea still untouched. It took a moment until he finally stood up, leaving the cup behind. He needed to talk to someone, but he couldn’t throw it all on Gideon. Not to mention, he wasn’t sure he could really relate to how complicated the situation was. And then his mind drifted to the one person that could help: Stefan. He knew he could trust him, they had each other’s backs, and even if he couldn’t quite help him with the situation, maybe he’d be able to make him feel a little less stressed.

CUPBOARD

Evan squinted his eyes as he stared at the overly filled cupboard. His head tilted slightly to the side, obvious confusion on his face. He wasn’t sure what Sirius wanted him to do with it: was he expected to reorganize it or just... clean it up. Because if it was the latter, he’d have no problem burning the content of that cupboard. Everything seemed old, and quite frankly, it looked like trash. Well, those weren’t his anyway, so he’d probably better just clean it up a little. 

He moved in to grab a first box from the top, only for a photograph to slip off it and towards the ground. A frown pulled on his face as he picked it up, and it wasn’t long until he recognized the faces on it. It was them, it was their family. And surely, he was there, tucked on his mother’s laps. They all were, and for a moment, he let his fingers linger on the picture. Everything was so much easier when they were still kids, but they couldn’t go back now.

Well, well, maybe it’s about time she gets herself some gorgeous ladies to spend her time with. I vote Celia or Atalia perhaps? Or her bff Elise? 

What I wanted was to fall asleep Close my eyes and disappear Like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air 

Corban swirled his glass of whiskey, eyes drawn to the contents rather than the festivities raging around him. He wasn’t paritcularly enthralled about a wedding, especially when it was a Black marrying a muggleborn, but there was booze and he needed a distraction. 

Hearing someone approach him, Corban went to snap at them - until his eyes focused on Jasmin. “Well if it isn’t my favourite Macmillan,” He mused, lips curving up into a smirk as he drained the glass of whiskey. “How are you doing, my love?”

MAX MACMILLAN + TASK 3

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“I didn’t say I wanted to discuss it, just apologize for freaking out.” she said with a sigh. “If only that was so easy.” 

“And yet you said two words too many.” Alex shrugged. “You can try and make it easy. Copious amounts of alcohol and fucking around tends to help.”

She thought of the fight she had with Andromeda and how she had made a fool of herself crying in front of Stefan and half the school. But then there was also Max, and Lorcan and now Wyatt. “I mean, can’t say it’s been the best birthday, but it hasn’t been terrible.” she said as she walked with him towards Hogsmeade. 

Wyatt frowned, “I’m sorry it hasn’t been the greatest, but I can definitely help try and make it better now?” He offered, “I don’t really know how, I’m not entirely tonnes of fun but I can certainly try.”

“Him?” she laughed a little. “Been there, done that.” She turned to the blonde with a cheeky smile on her lips. “Not an eight, trust me.” 

The blonde lets a short-lived laugh escape her parted lips at Jasmin’s comment. “Almost forgot you tried all the goods. It’s no fun getting your leftovers, Macmillan.”

                       this heart is open, bloodstain on my sleeve

                                   it’s my desire that you feed

                           is the desire to move like you do

                                         i saw a side of me that I was scared to

He’d been feeling quite jumpy since the moment he walked out of the hospital wing, and if anything, it only increased after the game. He certainly didn’t mean to snap at the other boy, but he did now, and he avoided looking at him for a moment. Until he brought up the party, making him turn to look at the other. “Yeah, wasn’t in the mood to be around people tonight.” An eyebrow quickly raised at his next words. “Are we… thinking about the same tackling?” He kept his eyebrows up, only tilting his head slightly to the side. “I would definitely want to do anything else than talk right now.”

“People suck,” Gideon agreed, wrinkling his nose as he reached for the bottle again, taking a swig. At his words, Gideon spluttered, placing the bottle down as he turned towards Evan. “Well actually I was gonna fight you,” He teased lightly, before biting down on his lower lip. “But if you don’t want to talk then…” The boy trailed off, and before he could convince himself differently, he leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Evan’s as one hand wrapped around the back of the other’s neck. ( @macjasmin​ )

She rolled her eyes at him playfully before she unwrapped the present and got the bracelet out of the box. A smile grew on her features when she saw it. “Max, this is – you didn’t have to, you know.” she said but threw her arms around him in a tight hug anyway. “Thank you.” 

His smile only increased along with hers. He’d missed seeing her genuinely happy, and for a moment he allowed himself to forget about everything she’d been through lately. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” He replied, giving a light kiss on the top of her head.

“As long as you don’t go back into a coma.” she said with a small laugh. “I can do better if you give me a reason to.” she added teasingly. 

“I promise I’ll try not to go back into a coma.” August nodded along, eventually laughing at the mere idea of it. As if it didn’t terrify him at all. “Come on then, try. I can more than compensate for it.”