Moonlight (Any Prefect)

[rebel]

Jasmine laughed at this. "'Tis true little cousin. 'Tis true." she lectured, attempting to keep a straight face. Then it dropped, and she frowned. "I'm worried about my dad. Been gone for a year and not so much as a 'I'll be home soon'." she replied, slumping down.

[calcetines]

Angel bit her lip, she had her own suspicions about what was really going on with Uncle George, but she doubted they were true. After all, Angel was paranoid as an old woman at times. "Perhaps he's really enjoying himself in Peru." Angel said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself, rather than Jasmine.

[rebel]

Jasmine frowned. "You think he's dead." she accused. She slumped down. "I do too Angel, you don't have to lie to me to make me feel better. Its only a matter of time before my mother brings home his body. And his will." she replied solemnly, biting back tears. Her father was her best friend, and she wouldn't be able to bear it if he were gone.

[calcetines]

"Now, no need to turn my paranoia into pessimisim!" Angel said wrapping her arms around Jasmine tightly, acting like the motherly-figure she was. When she went to muggle school, all her friends called her "Mother Angie". Everyone else just called her a freak, though... She did go all the way up to 8th grade in that time... "It'll all work out." Angel whispered, then began to hum. It wasn't really a tune, but more of a comforting sound.

[rebel]

Jasmine laughed slightly. "Sorry Angie, your paranoia is mine my sweet baby cousin." she remarked. She moved a slip of Angel's red hair behind her ears. "Well, not so much as a baby anymore." she smiled. She had always felt like a motherly figure towards her family, and she felt it helped conceal her true emotions.

[calcetines]

"Now, perhaps we should get out of the cold, go to the kitchens and get a nice, strong cup of tea." Angel suggested, figuring they both needed to unwind for a little while. She could use the tea, it was only the first week of school and she was already under pressure.

[rebel]

Jasmine laughed. "Of course." she replied, standing up rather slowly. This school year was already dragging toward a boring beginning, she was surprised she hadn't fallen asleep in any of her classes yet. She waited patiently for Angel, then, with her arm wrapped around her shoulder, began to walk to the castle.

[calcetines]

The walk down to the basements seemed to take twice as long than usual. Perhaps it was because neither of them were talking. But at long last, Angel reached out with a forefinger and tickled the green pear on the painting of the bowl of fruit. It chuckled, squirmed, and then turned to a door handle. Angel paused before pulling it open, she didn't know why, perhaps she had heard something. She mentally shook herself, then pulled open the portrait.

[rebel]

Jasmine felt like a pair of eyes were boring into her neck. She turned around catiously before entering the kitchen, and when no one was there, she shook the feeling off and walked in with Angel, eager to get something to eat.

[calcetines]

"Whats can I gets you Miss?" a house elf squeaked at Angel. She generally disapproved of house elves, but she realized they were happy being slaves, and decided to drop the matter. "Two strong cups of tea, please." Angel said. "Do you want anything else, Jazz?"

[rebel]

Jasmine shook her head. She was really starving, but she couldn't put her finger on why. She had just eaten an hour ago. Maybe it wasn't hunger, but a sense of vulnerability. Something felt incredibly off. But what...

[calcetines]

Instantly, four elves rushed forward with a tray with twocups of strongly brewed tea with a containerof milk and a bowl of sugar. They set the tray down on the counter, bowed and scurried off. Angel added several spoonfuls of sugar to her cup and stirred. She took a sip, perfect.