#jaystonem

He sniffed at the flask, and took a large gulp, his face screwing up into a less than attractive design at the taste of the liquid which was frankly, rancid. It would of course have been at this point that the prettiest blonde in the entire school (in Jay’s opinion) chose to show up. He coughed and spluttered, trying in angst to keep the liquid down and not vomit all over the pile of library books he had in front of him.

Jay was giddy to get going as he saw Ronan padding down the hill from the castle. The Stonem boy lifted his tall frame from one of the many stone benches that littered the grounds of Hogwarts, the muscles in his arms dancing under his weathered skin as he pushed himself to his feet. "You took your time," he grinned cheekily, supposing that Ronan had been with a pretty Gryffindor that Jay had recently come to clash with on the quidditch pitch.

Making her way down the many corridors towards the Great Hall the tiny blonde girls stomach rumbled angrily, demanding it be fed and causing Lily to glance around blushingly hoping no one had heard. The worst part about being the freak with the dead mum wasn’t the whispers that undoubtedly erupted as she passed by, Lily could easily handle those – instead it was the sympathetic smiles and the nods of people trying to say they understood when in actual fact very few of them did. Before all of this had happened Lily had been a part of a small close knit group of friends, but arguments and lifestyles had separated the group in Lily’s absence and she now found herself wandering the corridors alone the majority of the time. Ahead of her the throngs of students separated to allow a student through and a small smile etched itself upon Lily’s rose pink lips as her icy blue gaze settled upon Jason Stonem. She knew the boy – or liked to think she did – quite well, having attended more than one quidditch awards ceremony with her father, she often found herself seated with Jay or at least nearby on account of them being the same age and no it seemed at the same school. “I didn’t know you went here.” Lily mused, her soft voice melodic as she caught up to walk alongside Hogwarts latest celebrity. It was two months since the new term had begun and Jay was technically no longer a new student but what with her being at home with her father these past few months she’d had no idea about the Stonem boys transfer.

Owen could have just as well have been a seeker for how quick he moved through the air, even with a build as large and as heavy as his. He was weightless, lithe, and darted after the other bludger that had glided behind the targets. The second bludger was slammed to Jason’s direction almost as soon as the first one had.

Muttering the incantation which sent lights flowing from his wand to the quidditch pitch, Toby kicked off from the ground a-top his custom made Comet 360. His bat sat in his left hand and he pointed his wand at the trunk on the ground once he was a reasonable distance from it. The rogue bludger shot from the box, and Jay pocketed his wand before swinging his bat at the angry red ball and shot it away from him at an impressive speed. Intending to work up a sweat, and relieve himself of stress the only way he knew how, Jay drifted around the minature stadium, taking in the respective stands of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and his new house- Slytherin.

Unable to help himself, Jay collapsed on the marble steps of Gringotts bank, the multiple bags in his arms dropping to the ground at his size twelve feet. Having promised his mother that he would meet her at the Leaky Cauldron exactly ten minutes ago, the Stonem boy was glad for some peace and quiet. As much as he loved her, his mother could be incredibly infuriating at times. Jay was exceptionally receptive to this trait his mother had, having been so used to being abroad over the course of his life. He was not used to, and did not very much like, loud people, who cared a lot of what others thought of them. Diagon Alley, which from his current position, he was able to view the full stretch of, seemed to be full of people who were just that. Stealing a glance with his unique silver flecked, sapphire orbs at the clock tower, Jay leaned back, letting the sun warm his frame in the afternoon light. He would give it at least another ten minutes before she came looking for him, and he probably figured she also could use a break from being his baby-sitter. Letting his eyelids drop lazily over his eyes, Jay sighed softly, wishing that the weekend would pass quickly, and that his transfer to Hogwarts would start and end as soon as possible, and he could get back to what he was good at, smashing bludgers into smithereens.

Jay wiped his expensive shoes on the battered floor mat in the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, tugging off his robes, which were slightly damp from the rain that was about to come down in the middle of London. Making his way over to the bar, he pushed his hand into the deep pockets of the black robes, his perfect white teeth biting down on his full lips as he searched for some money to pay for a drink while the rain passed over. Although not actually being far away from his home in Camden, Jay preferred to stay within the magical shopping district of Diagon Alley,  viewing any time away from his parents seen as time well spent. Their current interest in Jay and his career was overbearing to say the least, and Jay was pretty sure that if he heard his father tell him once more how ‘A million wizards would kill to be where you’re at’ he would show Richard Stonem just how good his beaters arm actually was. His fingers curled around a handful of galleons, a smile flitting onto his lips as he realised he had enough to get merrily drunk in the infamous tavern before sleeping it off on a long train ride to Hogwarts the next morning. Jay had never been short of money, his father’s success at the ministry meaning that he was able to thrust bags of gold at Jay in substitute for neglecting him completely. Since his transfer to the England quidditch team, a process which would be complete upon his arrival at Hogwarts, Jay also had the luxury of his own wage. Jay pushed a handful of change onto the bar-top and requested his favourite drink. One of which, to his knowledge, he was only able to attain in London and the ingredients of which nobody at the Leaky Cauldron had ever revealed to him. Jay only knew that it was strong, blue, and frothing a white smoke from the top. Regardless of its appearance, Jay found the drink quite to his taste, and headed over to sit by one of the many fireplaces in the tavern and dry off, drink bubbling happily in his hand.