beauty of words and music -- jess

[ryan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- "as dark as... as dark as..." ryan put down his pen on one of the university's cafe's picnic tables, his face having this thoughtful, thinking look on it, the face he usually had whenever he was thinking on how to word his writing. he was doing an assignment for his writing class, and the current unit was poetry. his homework assignment was to write a poem about your pet, which everyone in the class had one, thanks to owls. but instead of writing about owls, like the rest of the class, ryan was going to write about his horse, stormy. stormy was the horse that ryan owned back in texas. ryan had wanted to bring stormy with him to the university. but the university didn't have any stables, which ryan thought was a major tragedy, so stormy stayed at home. at least ryan saw him once a year during the summers. during the summer, ryan spent a lot of his time giving stormy the attention he should have had when he was at school. at least his older sister, casey, managed to make time to give stormy the proper care he should get while ryan was at school, as well as take care of her horse, moonshine, the proper care too. for that, ryan was eternally grateful to his older sister. ryan thought about stormy's beautiful jet-black coat. he really wished he was back in texas now, riding stormy in the backyard and on the trails surrounding the hawthorne ranch. he missed a lot of things about texas. a part of him wished he was back in texas right now, riding stormy, going to a rodeo was his older brother john and his dad, eating his mother's delicious cooking. although he liked the university of hogwarts, he really did, texas was still home, and ryan couldn't help but miss it a lot. more than he let on, at least. and while he was learning amazing things about astronomy, writing, and music, ryan absolutely hated the brittish food here. some of it was good, like the fish-n-chips, but the steak-and-kidney pie? it was absolutely gross. and while his mom's peach pie tasted good via the mail and after you put a food warming charm on it, ryan couldn't help but prefer his peach pies fresh. a lot of people considered ryan a glutton for thinking and eating food so much, but at least he exercised the calories off with quidditch. then, suddenly, his writer's block suddenly got unblocked. "darker than the night sky!" he said aloud. he then wrote in the line of poetry on his lined piece of paper, his homework, and took out his music class binder. he then opened to the section with white lined paper reserved for his music homework. besides writing classes, ryan also took a couple of music classes and a single astronomy class. one of his music classes was composing, something that ryan wasn't good at yet hoped to improve, and their assignment was to think of some song ideas. for a bonus, they could start to write a few lines for one of their song ideas. for a few minutes, all ryan did was stare at a blank piece of lined paper, trying to figure out what song ideas he had. he tried to remember the professors words of advice when writing or thinking of songs. "the best songs come from personal pain. so, when writing a song, you should tap into some personal pain you have. and that's the key to a great song." those were his professor's exact words. now all ryan had to do was find out what caused him pain. after some thinking, ryan wrote down the words, longing for texas and being shy. well, he had done the bare minimum of the assignment, at least. tag: jess ! word count: 635 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: none

[jessamine s. potter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » LET IT HAPPEN Jess glanced out the window and sighed, closing the book in her hands and clutching it to her chest. It was like this every month. She was fine, then all of a sudden she’d wake up and she would know...the full moon was this week. It was an ache, deep in her bones, a reminder of just how it felt, the tearing of skin and the ripping of bones as she slipped out of her human figure and into something much more tragic, much more....feral. Every time it would happen, she’d retreat from people, pull out her stash of books on the matter and shut herself away to study. it wasn’t as though she needed to read the information again, she’d been through it every month since she’d turned. The Encyclopedia of Lycanthropy fell from her arms as she stood and moved to her trunk, pulling out a pair of sneakers. She wasn’t going to do this to herself again. She had at least two days before her first change of the full moon, and she wasn’t going to let that ruin her entire week. Or at least, she wasn’t going to let it keep her in her dorm, not again. She pulled the book off the bed and tossed it into the bottom of her trunk, shutting the lid before it even settled in the bottom amongst the other books and papers that she’d discarded there. She leaned against her bed and slid the shoes onto her feet, wincing slightly as her jeans rubbed roughly against her scar. Her hand fell instinctively to her thigh, tracing the area where she knew the bite mark lay under the denim fabric. It was long healed, but when it got close to the full moon like this it could be rather sensitive and tender to rough touches, like that of the thick fabric rubbing against it before Jessie adjusted her jeans and stood, grabbing her guitar case from the corner. Even if she simply found a place outside to sit alone and play her guitar, that would be a better way to spend her time. it would also be less suspicious. Shutting yourself away from the world was far too good a way of telling people that you weren’t perfectly fine. And as far as Jessamine Potter wanted the world to know.....she was perfectly fine. It didn’t really matter that it was a total lie, but acting happy made her close enough to happy after all, so she didn’t question it. Jessie slipped out of the room and found her way to the closest door out of a building. She found herself in the courtyard, and was naturally pulled towards the picnic tables of the cafe. She’d spent a good amount of time in the past sitting at those tables attempting to write lyrics, music or just strumming away in general. It was an open enough space that she didn’t bother people and she wasn’t in anyone’s way. She glanced around for an empty table and found that there wasn’t one, but her gaze fell on Ryan Hawthorne and she couldn’t help the real smile that bloomed over her face. She’d had music classes with Ryan both last year and this year, and he was the kind of guy that she just loved to sit and talk to, which was probably why they’d gotten so close, because he was easy to talk to, and even easier to listen to, but that might well have been the incredible accent that he had. She snaked between the tables until she reached his and slid onto the bench across from him, setting her guitar case on the bench beside her, ”Hey Ryan." she said with a smile, leaning over the table to look at what he was writing, pretty sure that it wouldn’t bother him that she was reading over his shoulder, she tended to do that a lot anyway. words: 666 (this can't be good >.<), outfit: click!, notes: sorry this took so long!

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