⊱ Grand Staircase ⊰
Jay stood tall and rearranged his hoodie, treating it like a rich bachelor treats his suit jacket, brushing his shoulder where he had just been carrying Zoey as if it would have been dirty after her touching it. He could hear the girl moving where she had been dropped, and had she not treated him like shit back in the dorm room, Jay would have probably regretted treating her so roughly. Zoey
was a girl after all. But you reap what you sow, and the Slytherin boy would not let anyone walk over him and expect there would be no consequences. Of course he would get back at her, one way or another.
Any way or the another. Everything was allowed in love and war, and this was definitely war.
Zoey collected herself surprisingly quickly, just few seconds after the drop, and bolted up. Jay was expecting something like loud ranting and insults, but why of course, this one liked to really get into his personal bubble awfully lot for someone who had declared hating his guts. So instead of angry shouting she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, which Jay found highly annoying that she did it
again, especially with his back still trying to get over the last one, so this caused slight ache into his muscles. And if that was not enough with the whole violation of personal space, Zoey started doing something questionable with her hands.
"What did I say about funny business?" Zoey said as she placed her hand onto his thigh, which sent slight shock through the dark haired boy. It was weird and unnerving how she slid her fingers down, and for a long moment Jay was not even sure how to react to it as his brain was trying to catch up with what the hell was going on, so the thought of even brushing her away did not manage to register. And for being a man, well fine, not technically yet, he could not help but getting a tiny bit aroused by the touch. Which probably was the reason why Jay was immediately confusedly disgusted with himself, which turned the touch he was feeling into something unpleasant.
"Remember what I said about breaking femurs?"
Seriously, what the hell did femur even m--? That was the moment Jay finally remembered what the word meant when the girl's fingers squeezed around his thigh, realizing she meant the bone. Pictures of human skeletons flashed in his mind's eye, and he could practically hear the cracking and snapping of large bones in his ears.
Oh shit.
She could not really do it, could she? Not without magic anyway, right? Getting his femur healed would probably take couple of weeks, unless he would brew some potions for it. And obviously it would be painful as hell. Zoey was just a girl, she could not go ahead and break one of the strongest bones in human body by hand!
...Right?
"I keep my promises." She growled while looking up at him, while Jay glared back with his usual sullen expression which barely led on anything that was going on in that head of his. For reason unknown Jay was starting to feel a bit lightheaded, but he was quite sure it had something to do with the firm grip Zoey had of his leg.
"I require an apology."
Apology?
For what? She must have been delusional! Before Jay could find her the required apology by putting up his middle finger to her face, a bellowing bark came out of nowhere. Surprised and still feeling slightly dizzy, Jay realized he was staring at a large wolfhound as he glanced over the girl's head. For that moment Jay started suspecting if
he was the delusional one here after all. The dog barked and jumped about, which made Jay feel a little bit threatened simply by it's sheer size. Animals did not like him very much, and usually tried to attack him because they could sense what he was and saw him as a potential threat most of the time, so it was only natural for the boy feel concerned when he saw those canines flashing when the dog opened it's wide mouth to bark. Now that bite could
really break a femur!
And then the owner of the dog rounded behind the stairs not long after, appearing to be no other than the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor MacNeill. The man leaned upon his cane and regarded both of them with his eyes full of curiosity, but still managed to make himself look stern and gruff.
"Is there a problem here Zoey? Mister Everdragomir?" Professor MacNeill asked the two of them. By now Jay's brain finally managed to catch up and he realized Zoey was still holding onto his thigh, so he simply slapped her hand off quickly like it would have suddenly burned him.
"No Sir, everything is fine," Jay answered as casually as he could, trying to ignore the crawling faint blush that was making it's way to his cheeks, which was setting a slight strain into his voice. MacNeill had just seen Zoey "fondling" his goddamn thigh which was extremely questionable, and Jay did not want to give any kind of picture to anyone that he would have had
anything going on with the Black's snobby girl. Because by today's experiences with her alone were enough to make Jay dislike Zoey deeply. And he wanted to make sure everyone else in the world were aware of that too.
Jay brushed past Zoey, stripping his gaze away from both of them and walked out of the under the shadow of the stairs -- circling the large wolfhound as far as he could -- and ran his fingers through his black locks, scratching the back of his neck. Dammit. He really wanted to slip away as quick as possible, but... his instincts told him to stay and see Zoey safely back. Even with all the stupid bullshit she had said and done to him. Blimey, had he grown soft on the head?
His brow furrowed into the typical scowl as the youngblood pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and shot a look with the sharp glaring blue eyes at the general directions of the others.