let's live for today [ JASPER ]

[NERISSA LORELEI HERRIN]

 

Sunday mornings were always a happy notion for Nerissa. To her, it was the start of the week, for the girl counted weeks to begin on the weekend and end on the weekend, believing that the days did not seem so dreary if you consider Monday to be the bitter start. Optimism was always her forte thus always woke with the concept of fresh beginnings possibly starting. Dark lashes fluttered open and brown eyes peered up at the ceiling. Her vision was blurry without her glasses, but she could still see the light patterns of the bed canopy above. Sitting up, she peeled back the curtain of the four post bed, brushing sleep out of her eyes. Light filtered through the high windows and perked Nerissa up as she threw the patchwork quilt of her legs. The sight of the light outside brought a rush of excitement in her stomach when she suddenly realised that today was the day! Leaning over to her bedside draw, she sifted through the assortment of little origami birds, sweet wrappers and lesson notes before finally finding the neatly kept envelopes she had stashed for only herself to find. She sat cross legged on her bed, calling out a brief hello to one of her dorm mates that had just got up before withdrawing the most recent letter she had received.


"...Just at the entrance of Hogsmeade at 10.30am. See you there." Nerissa couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice as she whispered to herself the words one Jasper Longbottom had written to her just days before. Quite frankly she couldn't believe it was happening at all. Her little toes wriggled as she beamed to herself, holding her breath to tightly she might just burst. Nerissa had a good hour and a half before they were due to meet, so began her ritual of getting ready. Once she had showered and brushed her teeth - her stomach rebelling against her too much with excited twists and turns - she took to choosing an outfit. Needless to say, her style was always more quirky than most, with outfits that would warrant second glances in both the wizarding world and her own muggle town. It wasn't long before she had become flustered with her clothes, feeling rather frumpy as she threw numerous blouses, dresses and trousers onto her bed. "I have nothing good here to work with!"  Rubbing her eyes underneath her glasses, she threw herself down onto the bed amidst the piles of clothes. She lay there solemn in her own drama before realising she was probably creasing every good item of clothing she owned. Leaping up on to her feet, still on her bed, she looked down. "Okay...Nerissa, get your act together. You have-- oh my, you have less than 20 minutes to get ready now!"

If anyone were to peer into the sixth year dorm at that moment the may be amused at the speed she worked at. Flinging clothes back into her trunk, she quickly pulled on a bohemian style plum dress with tulle underskirt, a black kimono and crochet ballet flats. A black onyx necklace dangled around her neck and perhaps it was a blessing she had no time to do her hair (which was usually in some wild plait) for it simply was thrown into a ponytail. Grabbing her bag - a patchwork slouch affair that she flung over one shoulder and contained half her life - Nerissa was out the door. She was definitely running late by the time she reached the town, and her ponytail a little loose. Bits of hair had fallen around her face now and the huffepuff reached up to tug at her hair to make it tighter. Her winsome and bubbly personality was enough to pull off the erratic look, or she hoped so at least. Approaching the town, she slowed her pace. Slightly out of breath, Nerissa took in as much of the April air as she could - partly due to catching her breath but mainly to calm her nerves. This was not just any meeting with a friend after all, this was Jasper. Not just a good friend but someone she kind-of perhaps, maybe, just slightly had feelings for. A hesitant sensation grew in her belly when she looked around, noticing that she had approached the sign that welcomed visitors to the town of Hogsmeade, yet the blond boy could not be found.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she made a noise of worry; "Maybe I got here too late and he left..." She spoke quietly to herself whilst playing with the hem of her skirt to reveal the dark purple tulle underneath. Glancing around, she spun in a full circle to survey the area, and it wasn't until a few girlish lilts and gasps reached her ears that she turned back round. Somewhere amongst the group of three or four girls - all chirping like birds to each other and to their object of admiration - a flash of blond caught her eye. The girls blocked the view of him, but she was almost positive the boy she had been searching for was there. Pressing her lips together, she couldn't help but smile just a little - despite the fact the situation not exactly turning out as she had planned. 

TAG: JASPER FRANKLIN LONGBOTTOM hope this is an okay starter! Kind of worked in some of our discussion on the plot page

[JASPER FRANKLIN LONGBOTTOM]

You Make Me Smile Like The Sun

NERISSA LORELEI HERRIN
OOC: Sorry this is so late and so short. DX I'm spent from school. It'll get better, promise!

He was too young to play Quidditch on the international squad. He could only play for the U18. So, when training and matches had been called off for the week. He found himself with a lot of unexpected free time. He could have gone to some practice with some of the lads, but there would only be a couple of them on the pitch. There wouldn’t be much of a point, but he had gotten up early and had beat the Bludgers around with a bat back and forth. He’d gotten back to his flat pretty quickly. So, instead of laying around at home and doing absoloutely nothing for the rest of the day, he had put pen to paper and penned a letter to Nerissa. She had been one of the few people he hadn’t been able to meet up with at Hogsmeade the couple of past times that he hd had free. It hadn’t been a particularly long letter. After he sent it off with his owl, he hopped in the shower. Once he was out and dressed, he lounged around on his couch and watched the Muggle telly. It was always fun to see them going around. And, it didn’t really matter that he was eighteen years old bordering on nineteen. He liked watching the cartoons. He always wondered what would happen if some wizards came up with them.

He’d probably never find out, though. Because, even though the Muggle ad the Wizarding world were coming together more now than they had in the past. he doubted that they would waste their times on this. His parents certainly hadn’t cared for it. If he hadn’t been running around outside playing, he was inside helping his mum with the pub. Although, if he really thought about it, it wasn’t like he was helping them. It was more like he was running around breaking stuff. Jasper was, regardless, the apple of his mother’s eye. He kept glancing down at his clock, waiting for the time to get closer so that he could apparate. Hopefully, nothing bad would happen this time. It didn’t happen every single time he tried to ask her to Hogsmeade, but...sometimes...things happened, and more often than not it didn’t really work out. It was really quite a shame because the Longbottom boy rarely ever, seriously, asked a girl out to Hogsmeade. He hadn’t really done any of that while he was at Hogwarts. He had always been cute. He had always had the same smile and the same easy-going manner, but people tended to take it as more of a big brother type of guy. And, while he tried to be that way for a lot of people, it did tended to get in his way a lot of the time. And, now that he was a professional, he found it odd that people tended to try to flirt with him now. All those years at Hogwarts had left him with absolutely no idea how to turn people down gently.

Autographs, however, he could do. Talking adamantly about Quidditch, he could do. Talking to the people was easy enough. Still, that hadn’t really prepared him to be mobbed by a couple of people the moment he had apparated into Hogsmeade. He had stepped back and waved a couple of them off. Luckily, the people of Hogwarts weren’t nearly as bad as the people who attended the games. When he snatched his old Chaser by the back of his shirt and dragged him over to ‘talk’, a lot of people seemed to back off. The only ones who didn’t were the creepy girls who stood a little away from him and giggled. Jasper kept checking his watch, making sure that he wasn’t going to be late. Eventually, he had to give in and bid his old teammate goodbye and wandered back towards the entrance of Hogsmeade. “Nerissa!” He beamed, strolling passed the girls and not giving them a second glance. “I’ve been waiting!”

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