Jupiter Macmillan (jumpinjupiter) wrote in neeps, @ 2017-12-02 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, x-jupiter macmillan |
Who: Jupiter Macmillan and Seamus Finnigan (NPC)
What: Date #1 of 31; a December to remember!
When: 1 December, 1999
Where: Jupiter's room, The Leaky, and back again
Warnings: boggarts, snogs and war mentions.
Some people would be embarrassed about being set up on a date with someone nearly 10 years their junior by their younger cousin. Those people probably had a sense of shame and also were not named Jupiter Macmillan. Jupes’ room was covered from end to end with possible clothing options tried on and subsequently rejected-too short, not short enough, tried to hard, definitely tried to hard, ugly, made her tits look too small-between the clothes and stockings and shoes and makeup it looked like a small tornado isolated to her bedroom had gone through. Jupes decided she would rather look cool than sexy, and stuck with a tight but modest black dress and a leather jacket. After making sure her makeup was understated but casual (fuck that was hard to do) and her hair looked tousled by not messy, she apparrated to the assigned meeting place-The Leaky Cauldron. She probably should have taken that as a warning that this was probably not going to bode especially well given her knack for drinking way too much in social settings and Seamus’ reputation for literally blowing things up, but she was optimistic. He looked cute and that was about all Jupiter needed to be excited.
She walked into the Leaky from the back alley entrance after apparrating there, her heeled boots making a confident clack on the bar’s sticky floor as she scanned the room for her cousin’s friend. She spotted him at the bar, already with a couple drinks in front of him, and made her way over, smirk firmly in place. “Well, hullo there. I’m Jupiter, you must be Seamus,” she said, sticking out her hand for a shake.
“You shake,” he said, bemused, taking her hand. “I shake,” she agreed, giving his a hand a firm shake before hopping onto the barstool next to his. And she really did have to hop-she hated how high barstools always insisted on being. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she lied. She knew full well she was 20 minutes late, but then there was the whole outfit selection and Jupiter wasn’t great with time even in non-date situations. He laughed and pushed the second drink in front of him to her. “I took the liberty of getting you a whiskey,” he said, his Irish brogue heavy and pleasant to her ears. Jupiter’s own Scottish accent was more coarse than most in her family, and she found that despite what many Scots thought, she rather preferred the Irish. She picked up the glass as it was offered and downed it in one, and signaled to Tom behind the bar to bring her two more. “How gentlemanly,” she mused, laughing at the bare look of surprised on the young man’s face. “Am I what you expected?” she asked, picking up the newly brought whiskey and pushing his in front of him. “I’m probably not all as bad as Ernie said, though every bit as old.” Seamus shook his head, laughing right back and sipping his whiskey slowly, thoughtfully.
“He downplayed how sexy you were,” he said.
Jupiter laughed loudly, drinking more of her whiskey and shaking his head. “Good line. But you don’t need to use them on me. I’m just out for a bit of fun with a nice, albeit very cute, young man.” Seamus made a face and finished his whiskey. “Cute?? Jaysus. Cute is what me mam calls me. Cute is feckin’ baby lambs. Don’t want to be cute, would rather be sexy.” Jupes took in this young man, still so much potential in him, yet having seen so much. She noticed, then, the scars along his knuckles, the words etched into the flesh on the back of his hands, the burned scars along his jaw...for someone so young, he’d had to endure hell for what he believed in. Jupiter hadn’t had to do that. She put her head down and avoided thinking too much about all the bad shite that the war had brought. No matter how close to home purism seemed, she didn't have to confront it much and she didn't. Something about Seamus’ bravery, even without him saying a word about it, made him seem so much older and wiser than she was despite the addition of her years. It was almost breathtaking.
“Fine, you’re a very sexy not baby lamb,’ she said, her voice low and serious, even if there was still mirth behind her eyes.
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For the next hour and a half they laughed and drank and traded stories and one upped each other on stupid disasters and before she knew it, Jupes was pushing Seamus’ sickles away and paying for drinks and asking if Seamus would like to continue at hers.
She wasn’t sure why she’d invited him to her parents’ home. She was drunk even if she was having a good time. But her self discipline always went out the window when she drank and now was no exception. But Seamus was equally pissed and was perhaps even more eager to follow her home and before too long they were stumbling into the alley and managed to apparrate back to hers all in one piece. As soon as they landed in her bedroom, there wasn’t much hesitation before Seamus was pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely. He wasn’t tall, but neither was she, and she let his hands wander over her as she carefully kicked piles of clothes out of the way. She laughed when he tripped over a pair of shoes as she pulled him towards her bed, and he laughed more when she landed on top of a magical makeup powder that sprayed glitter over the both of them. She retaliated by pulling him on top of her, and after more kissing they were both laughing and covered in glitter. It was an easy disaster, a cute one, and as they pulled clothes off they laughed more, the alcohol making the mirth all that easier between them.
And all that would have made for such a good night of making poor decisions if Jupes hadn’t kicked the box at the end of her bed.
The one that a boggart has been hiding in.
The one that turned into Razor, his face twisted in anger but his body that of an inferi, ghostly and reaching. Jupiter couldn’t help the scream that escaped her, her body was nearly naked but she shook not from cold but pure fear. She fumbled for her wand but everything was blurred from her shaking. She heard Seamus yell “Ridickulus!” and the boggart turned towards him, flashing into a banshee wearing a silly bonnet, though it did little to calm her fear. She didn’t hear the footsteps, nor did she anticipate that the door to her suite would be thrown open to reveal her parents in pyjamas, both looking terrified and determined, wands drawn. Jupes face froze, and the fear left her just in time for her to start laughing, glancing over at Seamus shirtless and she in her knickers. Her mother made a disapproving sigh and crossed her arms, “Didn’t I tell you to get rid of that thing?” she said before turning on her heels and marching out again. Jupiter’s father hid a smirk and slowly shook his head before retreating himself, the door closing behind him with a gentle click.
Jupiter looked back towards her date, his face flush with the effort of banishing a boggart, and she laughed all the harder. Seamus gave her a strange look before he joined her in laughing, though he stood and grabbed his jumper, pulling it back over his head.
“Well, Ernie definitely didn’t leave out the detail of you being an adventure,” he said, shaking his head. Jupiter colored, the laughter ending as she felt a familiar pang in her stomach. She hadn’t even MADE it to the shagging. A low even for her. “Yeah…” she said, running a hand through her blonde hair. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” he said pulling her up to him, kissing her deeply before pulling back. “But I think that’s my exit, Jupiter Macmillan. Thanks for an interesting evening. Hopefully we can do it again.”
Jupiter gave a small laugh she hoped served as an answer, since she didn’t trust her to say anything without the alcohol making that thing sound stupid. She kissed him again quickly, and nodded, letting him leave with a loud pop. She made it to her vanity, and plopped down in the seat, staring at herself in the big mirror until she went a bit cross-eyed. How did she manage to always be such a disaster, she wondered. She presumed only time would tell.