#p;jackson

          The Ravenclaw was raised in quite a conservative environment, taking etiquette lessons ever since she could walk and mostly wearing sun dresses and such even when she was only at home. So the concept of pants was, funnily enough, introduced to Belle quite recently. Running a hand through her hair as she tugged on the plain v-neck shirt her friends assured her was a basic garment in everyone’s wardrobe, Belle couldn’t help but be conscious as they made their way down to the Leaky Cauldron. “So what are we going to do there?” she asks Jackson. They had vaguely been introduced to each other earlier, the Muggle Studies professor introducing Belle to Jackson as one of the students who had volunteered to go on the trip to London.

Jackson nodded softly to himself as the other spoke, quickly jotting down some notes.. That was until the frantic speed of the other’s words finally registered. He looked up with a mix of care and concern in his eyes, a hand resting on the other’s shoulder.  “Aiden, thank you for this. I promise you that I’ll find your brother and he will be alive, alright? You have my word”

"I love you, okay? Let me go." She noticed the man in the distance staring at the two and she hoped and prayed her would do something. She didn't think Brent would do anything too serious in public, but she wouldn't put it past him.

Her words trailed off as she moved the camera just enough to get the two of them in the shot before letting her lips open slightly in an exaggerated O. "Jackson? The Jackson? Better known as Sensenotforsale? What in the world are you doing here?" 

Rushing back to the toilet she threw her head over the seat, tapping her finger against her tongue, her lunch came spewing out into the toilet below her, after several more gut wrenching spills Maddie felt okay...like she was done from her lunch. Wobbling as she cautiously pulled herself to her feet, she glared at her reflection for a few moments, the colour had been drained from her face and she looked a sickly yellow, green shade. Her dark, dead hues widened in shock and she realised; she wasn't done. Holding in her cries of a sob, she fell back to her knees with a thud. Her issues was once she started...it became hard to stop, she felt dirty when she ate, when she was sick. She hated herseflf for it. She hated her mother for the gene. It was almost as if she'd been cured. How dare her mother pass on an illness and then not be there for her when she fought through it. The sound of the door creeking open caught her ear, but at the same time her fingers hit the back of her throat and she had no time to turn to whomever had walked in on her. Maddie mentally facepalmed herself but there was nothing she could do as the acidic residue travelled down her throat. She shook in fear of the visitor and the blood in the toilet. She'd gone to far. Hiding her face behind her hair, she shook as she sobbed quietly. Her hands grasping the toilet seat as she steadied herself against it. Flickering her gaze to her side, she couldn't identify who it was other than it appearing to be a male from the shoes and legs. Maddie was completely oblivious to the fact that her best friend had just walked in.

Perrie's opinion on Jackson had been the same since day one. He frustrated her to no end, but that stupid smile of his gave her a soft spot for him. One she knew she'd regret. And after their previous conversation, once again, her opinion was proved right. His comments had pissed her off. But, Perrie was pretty good at taking advantage of people, she would act like she was the biggest sweetheart you could ever meet until she gets her way. And that's what she was doing in agreeing to doing something with Jackson. She wanted to see how she could mess with him and how far she could get with her manipulating in this situation. She wanted a butter-beer and after convincing him that he should buy her one as an apology, she wandered back to her room to change out of her uniform and into her own clothes, to feel more comfortable. That didn't take her long, and after she had, she went to the Slytherin common room to meet Jackson, who was already there by the time she got there. "Come on, then." She said simply, walking past him to exit the room.

And Nora Coleman was among them. Her 19th birthday was fast approaching and she was just happy to be there, to be young and free and alive. She was trying to forget Justin, a boy who had just turned out another frog instead of a prince, who had broken her heart by breaking up with her only a few weeks before. Nora knew that she needed to toss him aside, to remind herself that another boy would come and this time love would work out. Love always did in the end. She just had to be patient and wait, but each broken heart was beginning to hurt more than the last. Her prince was coming, she knew, she was sure of it. Magic and miracles could happen any day. But for now she just danced, the light from the fire causing each strand of her blonde curls and porcelain skin to shine like gold. 

Paige checked her phone once more, the anxiety over going to the bar with Jackson slowly setting in. She hadn't told Mari. It hadn't seemed like a big deal, but now that it wasn't so far in the future she was beginning to wish she had. Sighing and putting her phone back into her bag she smoothed out her skirt, needing something to keep her hands busy. It wasn't like she was intending to do anything tonight, she was just going to see what this place was like, upon Jackson's suggestion. Her one issue had been trying to figure out what clothes were appropriate for this kind of thing. Eventually she'd settled on a outfit but not after a lot of frustration. So now, she stood here, waiting for Jackson as they had arranged so that he could show her the bar. It was as she stood there, twisting the ring on her finger absentmindedly that she heard footsteps approaching and turned to see him. "Hey."