It wasnât uncommon for Jackson to end up in disputes with his fellow students. As much as he would rather disappear into the back ground, content as an observer rather than an active participant; his days of being a wallflower were long over. Despite the grey and muted colours he adorned himself in as if that could lend to his over all desire to just disappear, since the death of his parents; it was like he couldnât go even five minutes without someone noticing him. And he despised it.Â
Granted he probably should know better than to go near the dungeons by himself at this point. His friends had warned him enough times not to without atleast one of them present as back up. But heâd forgotten one of his books in potions class and had just been planning on slipping in and out with out any hassle. Besides, it was almost his little act of rebellion to go about the halls as he deemed rather than having to consistently be escorted by his friends. They had lives, the last thing he wanted was to be a burden on them. It was the only thing he seemed to do at the moment, atleast thatâs how it felt sometimes.Â
Maybe he just wanted to find the freedom to do it on his own. Or maybe it was the disapproving letter from his grandmother heâd received that morning that had unintentionally led him looking to get himself hurt. As if it could act as a continuous karma for his actions. Though really it wasnât his actions, it was the mere fate of existing. And he wasnât alone for long. It only took about five minutes after heâd gotten his book before he was harassed by a group of Slytherins. Heâd shoot back the odd sarcastic remark as a defensive, but it only ever seemed to harm his case. His time, one had thrown a punch with his hateful words, leaving a scrap on his eye brow and no doubt a light tint of blue to the side of his eye which would bring up bright in the morning.Â
Misfortune always had the knack of following Jackson like an ominous cloud.Â
There was no point going to the Hospital wing, heâd stopped after the first few times it had happened. Simply because it happened so often, that he would essentially live there. Not to mention, if one of the teachers found out how often he was harassed and offered consequences to those inflicting it? Truth be told, Jackson was terrified of the repercussions that could come from it. The idea that they could start hurting and harassing those close to him as well out of anger wasnât something he liked to dwell on. If it meant a reduced risk to the people he cared about, heâd stay silence and bare it. After all, didnât a part of him really believe that deserve all the hatred they gave?Â
He was sitting hunched ontop of the hill looking over the grounds, over all be it defeated. Fingers reluctantly touching the cut that now decorated his eyebrow red before his shaky hand raked through his raven locks. Trying to focus his attention on the book in his lap, but his mind was foggy and he couldnât seem to shake the words. He should be used to it by now and in part heâd become numb to their hatred. But it didnât mean it ached any less.Â
Someone had called his name and he was about to get ready to move, really not having the energy to deal with yet another group of assholes. Though after a moment the voice registered, as he squinted to look up at the petite blonde making his way towards her. Despite everything, he couldnât help the slight smile that pulled onto the edge of his lips. Even if it didnât reach his eyes, it was still there. Though Jackson had found that Melina always had an art of being able to make someone feel lighter, just by being close by. If he was the rain cloud that so many âjokedâ - not funny - that he was, then she was with out question the sun shining through whatever darkness lingered. It wasnât a talent that many possessed, but not many were as kind as she was. Besides, it was always nice to see her. âMelina-â He spoke, his scottish accent ever present as he gave a light wave of his hand. âI thought youâd be off bakinâ in the kitchen. Elves didnât kick you out did they?â @melmacmillanâ
