|jayjustin (jayjustin) wrote in eighth_rpg,|
@ 2010-12-30 11:58:00
|Entry tags:||hannah abbott, justin finch-fletchley|
Who: Justin Finch Fletchley and Hannah Abbott
What: The eating of butterscotch scones
Where: Her place
When: Backtrack to december 28th
Rating: Probably more so on Justin's side. Mainly concerned with his opinions on Hannah's breasts.
Justin closed his journal, sighed, and found a place to hide it away from ‘the cat’ (which he still wasn’t calling by its given name) who seemed to be going through its scratch everything to pieces stage. Justin had lost his favorite tie last week. ‘The cat’ had definitely, ended up being as much trouble as Justin had originally thought it would, especially around company that Justin, from time to time, would invite over. Like for example his mother had payed him a short visit last week, and had gone to pick up ‘the cat’ so she could take her place beside Justin on the couch, only to have been met with claws and a string of hiss and spit. Justin had been disgusted and sent an owl to Megan immediately after his mother had left, Megan had replied with a simple: Any self respecting kitten would hold its ground like that, or something along those lines, Justin had been too angry at the time to be clear on the small details. Either way, it seemed that this scratching stage, was just another thing that made Justin regret ever buying it in the first place. And Sally probably assumed he was a selfish person. Ha. Justin pulled out some food; the one that ‘the cat’ liked, because it was picky like that. Before he grabbed his coat, deciding not to worry about changing out of his clothes, he looked alright. Or so he hoped, he would have to make sure his hair was okay; in the hallway mirror, before he apparated over to Hannah’s place. Because it wasn’t like he was just dropping by Megan’s or his mother’s place, it was Hannah’s. That girl he liked - but was dating that cheesedick of a romanian (his name was also irrelevant) at the present time.
Now Justin, was not a simple person. He had simple values, simple loves, and simple methods - but everything he did was bogged down with unintended complications. If he went to the store to pick up some brown rice, instead of white, it was because he'd watched a news clip the night before where studies predicted that brown rice reduced the risk of cancer, and therefore brown rice was not purchased for taste or on a whim but for the betterment of his future. And like that, Justin didn’t just wake up one morning and decided he liked Hannah. He didn’t wake up one morning and go from, oh, that Hannah girl, she’s nice and wake up the next morning thinking, I’m going to marry her one day and she has a nice rack. Because one, Justin wasn’t cliche at all like that, and two that never happened outside of a Disney movie anyway. There was a couple -sans a lot- of steps in between. Like, that time Justin woke up from being petrified and all the Hufflepuffs were all over him, hugging him and stuff; because they were all good and loyal like that, and Hannah had hugged him, pressed her whole body up into him and he decided he liked the way her hair smelled and the way she really generally seemed happy to see that he was okay. Basically, the point Justin was trying to get across, was it didn’t happen all at once, and it certainly wasn’t that love at first sight bullshit, his mother tried to throw his way.
Justin ran a hand through his hair, as he took a quick glance in the mirror opposite him, before he closed his eyes and apparated outside of Hannah’s front door. He knocked, before he noticed there was a doorbell (he always seemed to forget that) and decided to give it a ring as well. He didn’t like the fact that he was nervous already, especially when Hannah hadn’t even opened the door yet. It was actually awhile before, Hannah finally opened the door. Justin figured it was because she had to battle her way through her pack of dogs to get to it. He ended up mumbling a greeting - he thinks it was a hello - after a few seconds. She smelled pretty amazing, and like always, that was the first thing Justin noticed. He didn’t even mind that her dogs were jumping all over him, because he was too busy thinking about running his fingers through her hair, which he knew, was a total girly thing to be fantasizing about. But it’s not like he could try flirting with her instead of just gawking, because one, she has that boyfriend, and two flirting with her seems like something that would take finesse. Justin doesn’t have any finesse around Hannah. “You should probably get your dogs desexed.” Justin pulled, one of the retrievers away from his leg. Finesse.