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Jessica Vaisey (littlevaisey) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2009-03-07 14:38:00

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evan pucey, jessica vaisey

WHO; Jessica Vaisey and Evan Pucey
WHAT; Frustrations.
WHEN; Night time
WHERE; The Slytherin Commons
RATING; TBA
STATUS; Incomplete / Closed.

The night was chillier that Jessica had ever remembered it had been. She wondered if the heating charms in the castle were just failing, or it was just the absence of company that's making her feel the cold. She was heading back from the library, having finished a paper for a class the next day. It had taken her much longer than usual, for her thoughts seemed preoccupied with a young man with blonde hair. Evan had been in a constant in her thoughts since she had last spoken to him over the journals; he sounded so miserable and broken that it broke her heart. Jessie wanted to comfort him, and tell him everything was going to be okay, but it seemed the other wouldn't believe her no matter what she said...

With a sigh, she said the password for the Common Room entrance and went silently inside, planning to go directly to her room when a familiar figure caught her eyes on the way to the staircases. "Evan?" she called out and approached him cautiously.

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evanpucey
2009-03-07 12:52 am UTC (link)

Evan was at the bottom of the stairs leading to the boys' dormitories. He leaned against the cold stone walls for support, his hair and clothing slightly mussed, eyes drooping slightly. He had given up on ascending the stairs before he'd even really started, and there he sat, a bottle mostly emptied of its firewhiskey waiting to be finished off upstairs.

"Jessicaaa." He offered his friend a lopsided grin, looking at her but not lifting his head from its position against the wall. "Hello, love, have you come to..." He was distracted as a girl descended the stairs from the girls dorms, staring after her. He even went so far as to peer around Jessica until she sat down. He finally dragged his gaze back to her. "Hello."

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littlevaisey
2009-03-07 10:57 am UTC (link)

It was apparent in his slurry speech and the bottle that he held loosely on his side with his fingers that he was more than just a bit intoxicated. Jessica's lips declined in a frown as he apprached him, even more so when she saw the heavy unfocused gazed as they stared at her first before they were caught by someone behind her. Without a word, she apprached him and kneeled on the spot before him, small hands reaching up to fix his disheveled clothing, smoothening out his collar and fixing his tie in an almost sisterly fashion. "Hi." she told him when he greeted her, hands circling around the alcohol bottle and tugging gently, hoping that he wouldn't protest. "Do you want to go upstairs?" Jessie offered, looking at him with wide concerned eyes. Perhaps the situation was a lot worse than she thought...

	evanpucey 2009-03-07 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	Evan tugged her hands off of his face. "I'm not the one who left," he answered bitterly, turning and eyeing the stairs warily, before starting up them, glad for the support of the banister as he made his way up. "Westly!" he shouted, still climbing. "Westly fucking Nott, I want to talk to you, you tosser! WESTLY!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	evanpucey 2009-03-07 03:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Can I go to bed now?" he asked gruffly. Evan was stubborn enough sober, let alone when he had alcohol in his system. He wasn't about to admit that Jessica was right, but he was running out of steam to fight with her. He was running out excuses and snappy comebacks. Bed seemed like a much easier option. It was getting to be late anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	evanpucey 2009-03-07 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	"No." Probably, actually, but again, he was being stubborn, and that was unlikely to change until tomorrow when his stubbornness came back to bite him in the form of a very, very painful hangover. "I can do it." He heaved himself up, swaying a bit, before slowly starting up the stairs. Halfway up, though, he paused to look over his shoulder. "Night, Jess." (Reply to this) (Parent)