wandering {open}

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack Carlyle was not a solitary creature by nature. In fact, it was quite rare to find the young man alone anywhere, he was normally surrounded by a pack of admirers- girls who wanted to be with him, and guys who simply wished they were him- but for now he was all by his lonesome, wandering the forest with his typical brazen disregard for rules. Honestly, even he was astounded when he was named a prefect the summer before his fifth year, though at the same time not surprised at all. Just as he had a knack for getting into trouble, he had an affinity for never getting caught. Funny, how that worked, but Jack wasn't about to complain, in fact, he relished in this advantage.

All the adults in the castle believed him to be flawless, granted, he kissed a lot of ass to create this distinct advantage, but it worked for him. Drawing his cloak more tightly around himself, Jack stepped over a fallen tree, his foot crunching through the snow on the opposite side, breath unfurling from his mouth like white smoke. He wasn't sure why he had sought out this sort of solitude, as much of a jerk he was, he did like being around people. He liked to be fawned over, be the centre of attention, the quiet was foreign to him, he wasn't exactly sure what to make of it.

Normally his ventures into the forest included a lady friend, there were a variety of places he had uncovered that were good for more hardcore making out- they were secluded. Sure, a little dirty, hence why the actual sex would likely take place elsewhere, but he wouldn't be opposed to putting a girl on her knees in the forest. Just not in January, for obvious reasons. Though now that he was thinking on it, a simple climate spell could work wonders... Jack chuckled lightly, shaking his head at himself and how his mind worked- always in the gutter, it was, though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, lots of fun to be had in that area...

Sighing, Jack paused as he came across a pond, frozen over by the bitter cold. He almost didn't notice it owing to the recent snowfall, the clearing in the trees of the area had allowed snow to make its way to the ground, nearly concealing it, though there were a few patches of ice visible through the most recent dusting. Taking out his wand, Jack lazily waved it, using a quick spell to blow the snow off the surface of the ice before gingerly stepping on the edge to see if it would support him. Without any sign of protest, Jack carefully walked out onto the ice, looking down at the shallow water beneath it, not paying attention to his surroundings to the point where he neglected to hear the sound of footsteps...

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow hadn't been on the top of her game in a long time. She was still playing the violin, still writing music, but there wasn't anything else she could really do. Harlow found that she could hardly leave the Ravenclaw common room without being harassed or bothered by Jack. She had to admit, he was incredibly persistent, but it was getting a bit ridiculous. Ever since they'd first met at the beginning of the year, after she'd rebuffed his advances on her, he'd been persistent as ever and it was beginning to bother her more than she would care to admit.

Harlow wasn't easily frightened. She was fairly brave for a Ravenclaw. While she was by no means Gryffindor material in regards to her bravery and bold nature, it was still there. Jack was really the first person that she'd stood up to before. Even then, she wasn't sure if that's what it would be called. All she had done was politely told him that she wasn't interested in a romantic, or sexual, relationship with him. It wasn't as if she'd been mean or rude. She'd been kind and gracious.

Still, Jack kept coming. He'd gotten his buddies in on it too. Harlow was too distracted from her studies to do as well as she was capable of. Her grades were slipping. It was because of a stupid boy. No, not a boy. Jack was a man. Attractive and capable and swoon-worthy. That made him dangerous to someone like Harlow. She was innocent, having no experience with boys. She'd never even held a boy's hand, let alone have her first kiss. It was so foreign, but she was attracted and terrified at the same time.

Jack wasn't the type of person that she wanted to get involved with. It was a snowy day but it wasn't storming, and Harlow took the opportunity to virtually sneaking through the school and into the forest. It was peaceful, getting to be alone. Her clothes carried a slight charm to keep her a little warmer in the harsh cold of the air. It was amazing outside, and she finally allowed herself a little time to relax. Sighing deeply, she wandered about, enjoying nature.

The relaxation was soon over as Harlow stumbled upon a frozen pond. The boy that she'd been attempting to avoid, Jack, was knelt beside it. Harlow wanted to bolt to avoid the situation. Being an introvert was terrible, but she was now alone with the one person she never wanted to be alone with. Still. Her feet stayed rooted to the spot some three feet or so away. It was going to be interesting when he finally noticed her...

Harlow's Outfit

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[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack placed his feet cautiously as he padded over the surface of the ice, although he was alone he didn't want to risk slipping and falling. He was a prideful person, not wanting to have even a fraction of a chance of there being a witness to his blunder. Luckily, his planning was definitely needed, as when he turned around he noticed a certain brunette, seemingly rooted to the spot in fear. A slight smirk came to his lips, though he felt a surge of some sort of emotion- frustration perhaps? The girl was Harlow Knight, a Ravenclaw as sharp as they came, and the only female to date that had yet to cave to his advances.

Jack Carlyle was not someone that could be told "no" to, in fact it only made his desire for whatever was off-limits even stronger, though the girl's repeated rejection was beginning to get to him. What was her problem, anyway? Didn't she want to have a bit of fun? Half the girls in the castle would kill to be in her position for five minutes when his attention was focused solely on her. Jack was starting to feel that Harlow thought herself above him, and that simply would not do- as, in his mind, not a single person was.

Jack confidently made his way over to her, as if she hadn't ever rejected him the first time. Things were going to go differently today, Jack had decided, whether or not miss Harlow wanted to cooperate. If she was playing hard-to-get, she really was doing an excellent job of it, but Jack had had enough of her games. She'd cave to him one way or another. He did know, of course, about his "friends" and the antics they had gotten up to with her. He personally thought it hilarious, though at the same time slightly useful- if he took the gentlemanly route perhaps she might think him different.

But she was a smart girl, smarter than what Jack would admit. "Hello there, lovely," Jack said smoothly with a winning smile. He did have to admit, however, that he was very impressed, he wouldn't have pegged Harlow as the type to go out wandering the forest alone- particularly since it was, allegedly, off-limits to students. She seemed to him like one of the fussy rule-keepers, someone who would tattle on her friends to make herself look better, a tactic which Jack had admittedly used himself. "Bit cold to be wandering around alone, isn't it?" Jacked commented offhandedly, and without asking permission casually draped an arm around the girl's shoulders, as if wanting to warm her.

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow was angry with herself. Why hadn't she bolted? She was terrified of Jack, though she wasn't going to admit that to him anytime soon. He scared her. His persistence, it was dangerous. Especially with the kinds of things he wanted. Harlow just wanted to leave, wanted to run and never come back into the woods ever again. Her former safe haven was now something that she feared. Jack could be anywhere at any time. And now she was utterly alone with him, too far away to be in view of anyone on the grounds. She'd made a huge mistake.

The moment he turned, that sinister grin erupted onto his face. He may have thought that it was a suave smile, and to most people it probably was. To Harlow, it was predatory. He was a large jungle cat circling a fragile deer in the wilderness, wickedly baring his teeth at her. He was going to go in for the kill. Without anyone to protect her or anyone to interrupt, Harlow was afraid that he'd do just that. Still, as he approached her, her boots remained rooted to the ground. Harlow wasn't going anywhere.

"Hello there, lovely. Bit cold to be wandering around alone, isn't it?"

Jack's arm slithered around her arms. The gentleman routine. It certainly was different. If Harlow wasn't already aware of the mind games Jack played with people, she might have fallen into his arms, melted into his embrace and given in to the impulses and vibes her body was desperately trying to give in to. Her brain, however, knew better. Fight or flight mode had been activated. Harlow wanted to flee. Now that she'd been spotted, however, her luck had run out. Jack wasn't just going to let her go.

"It's not too cold, I'm sure I'll be fine. Charmed clothes help. Excuse me,"

[/color] she replied, hoping that her voice didn't outwardly give away her fear. Being alone with Jack was dangerous. If anything were to happen, if he were to force anything on her, Harlow wouldn't be able to do anything. He was bigger and stronger than he was. But Harlow was smarter, and she thought that she might be able to outrun him if it came right down to it. Harlow gently lifted his arm off of her shoulder and began to walk forward, back towards the school at a quickened pace.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack, a surprisingly analytical young man, kept his gaze locked on Harlow, reading in to all her cues, and at the moment it seemed they all shouted she had no interest whatsoever in him, though there was something else, a certain unsteadiness. Was she afraid of him? That could be an effective tool if need be. Jack could take the longer route, being the perfect gentleman to convince her that she had no reason to be scared of him, though he was already growing impatient with her repeated rejection of his advances. Jack's other remaining option would be, simply put, take what he wanted, and then take advantage of her fear of him to bully her into not snitching.

The second seemed easy enough. Harlow was a smart girl, but she was timid, weak, he'd be able to have what he wanted from her, and, as she probably realized already, they were quite alone in the woods. Jack figured that even if she did have a shred of genuine courage in her he could easily deflect her accusations- Jack was a Carlyle, good standing in the community, loads of money, a prefect, and who was she? An absolute nobody, it would be her word against his, and in this particular case Jack was sure that he would win. So perhaps now it was decided.

"Oh, go on, lovely, give us a chance," said Jack, pretending to sound genuinely upset that she had yet again blown him off like that. He let her have a couple seconds' head start on him before following her. Jack caught up to her in no time with his long strides, hardly even approaching a brisk walk to keep up with her hurried steps. He figured she was only going to speed up, so he was going to have to hope that he could appeal to her with conversation- they were deep into the forest, though they only had so much land before they'd be out of the cover of the trees.

"Come on, darling, no need to be scared, I don't bite," said Jack, smiling at her again, though he figured that his words would likely fall upon deaf ears. It was clear she wanted nothing to do with him, though that made Jack want her all the more. He wasn't even seeing her as an individual anymore, but rather an obstacle to be conquered. He hated being denied anything, this time, Jack Carlyle was going to win.

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow was ready to leave. She was ignoring his pleas wholeheartedly. Nothing was going to keep her from making it safely back to the castle at this point. She didn't want to be alone with him anymore. The fear that she felt was far too great. It was distracting her. Jack was far too handsome and manipulative to trust. He was stronger than she was, and she had previously believed that she was smarter than him. However, she was beginning to grow doubtful. Maybe Jack was smarter than she gave him credit for. The thought terrified her.

Before Harlow made it to the treeline, Jack had side-stepped in front of her. He'd closed the gap between them effortlessly. She looked up at him, taking a hesitant step backwards. His face was contorted seamlessly into something seductive, but his eyes said something else. The frustration was evident in his beautiful, glittering eyes. The gaze that he held with her was angry. It terrified her more than she could possibly say, kept her rooted to the spot. Her every step was matched with one of his longer, stronger steps, that dazzling smile shining brightly and menacingly.

Come on, darling, no need to be scared, I don't bite."

Harlow surveyed him carefully, not sure what to do. She took another step back, testing the waters a little. Every move she made was mirrored by him. He wasn't just going to let her past. The thought of outsmarting him was beginning to wear thin. She wanted to run, to flee and never look back. Hogwarts had previously been a safe haven for her, something that she cherished and someplace that she could feel secure. Now she wasn't so sure.

Harlow finally met his gaze, offering him a very small smile, one that shone more brightly and bravely than she felt. "Normally, I would believe that. You're handsome, Jack, truly,"

[/color] she said softly, gently stroking his ego. Her eyes darted over his shoulder, wondering how long she could keep up a charade. There were many ways that she could go about this, but either one was dangerous. In a stroke of bravery, Harlow looked Jack dead in the eye. "But I don't trust you. And I don't want you,"[/color] she said boldly. Working off of the adrenaline, Harlow darted past him, making a mad dash towards the treeline, hoping and praying that'd she make it...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack worked hard at keeping his expression friendly, though he figured that he couldn't keep the devilish smirk out of his eyes. At this point, he felt he had won, he'd stepped in front of her several yards away from the treeline, even if she tried to run he would have enough room to stop her. Assuming, of course, she wasn't faster than him. As much as he would like to think otherwise, Jack wasn't a sprinter. He was in the prime of his life, in peak physical condition, and he could run for distance without getting tired, he just wasn't terribly fast. Which suited him fine- he needed his type of physique for the position he played.

Beaters weren't supposed to be lightning fast and agile like chasers and seekers, they needed to move more methodically- and deliver more power behind each move. This carried over to his athletic abilities on the ground. Though Harlow, while she had mustered the courage to start walking away, she seemed rooted to the spot again, she wasn't going to give him any trouble. At this point, Jack had won, he was sure of it. He had her cornered, and this time he was going to get what he was after, plain and simple. She might be faster, but she was within his grasp, and looked frail- he was definitely stronger.

The smirk did come to Jack's lips when Harlow gave him a compliment, perhaps she was starting to come around after months of excruciating stubbornness. Though she was quick to counter it, and then made a bold move he would expect only out of a fellow Gryffindor- and started to bolt. Not thinking, Jack tore after her, though his assessment was correct, she was swift on her feet, and was beginning to gain ground on him, he'd never been a sprinter...

Jack narrowed his gaze, he could feel his blood boiling as her lithe frame began to get closer to where the forest ended, his window of opportunity was beginning to shrink... As if picking that precise moment to remember that he was a wizard, Jack hurriedly drew his wand, and used a simple, yet reliable spell, a trip jinx. At this point it was his last resort, if it hit its mark it would give Jack all the time he needed, though if he missed he would again be out of luck...

[harlow christine knight]

Of all of the things that Harlow was most proud of in her life, this moment ranked incredibly high. She had gotten the courage to run, though she wasn't sure what had prompted the comments now that it all came right down to it. Sure, they had been a distraction, but at what cost? Harlow doubted she'd really caught him off-guard, Jack was much more clever than Harlow would ever openly give him credit for. Still, as she ran, she knew she was thinking way too hard, getting to distracted.

Taking a deep breath, Harlow refocused her attention on the treeline. She pumped her arms as hard as she could, her legs and lungs burning with the effort. All she needed was to break through the treeline and she would be golden, home free, and back on her way to hiding. At least if she was hiding in the school, Jack couldn't touch her. Everything hurt, but Harlow ignored it, gritting her teeth and pushing her body to move faster. It was protesting, screaming at her to stop, but she had to fight it. She couldn't let Jack win.

Harlow grinned to herself as she realized just how close she was to the edge of the forest. She was going to make it. However, she felt a spell hit her in the back. Dread filled her as her ankles twisted themselves together and she fell face first into the snow, hands barely shooting out to stop her fall. Harlow attempted to scramble to her feet, but found herself utterly unable to. Rolling over onto her back, she watched as Jack loomed over her, wand clutched in his hand. Harlow slowly began to try to crawl away. Deep down, however, she knew what was going to happen.

"Jack, please..."

[/color] Harlow pleaded quietly. She very slowly inched her way to the woods, hoping and praying he'd show at least a little bit of mercy. Harlow had never held a boy's hand, never made that connection with another human being, yet here Jack was, ready to snatch that all away from her in an instant. It hurt her to even think about, tears stinging her eyes. "I'll kiss you, okay?"[/color] she whispered, sounding incredibly childish. Harlow just wanted him to leave her alone...[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jack stephen carlyle]

The wicked gleam in Jack's eyes had extinguished, and was replaced by what only could have been interpreted as fury mixed was a ravenous, insatiable hunger. No longer the feigned gentleman, he had instead opted to show his true colours to the Ravenclaw girl- the animal that was within. Jack watched as Harlow fell to the ground, he had struck her right in the back with his spell, he had figured his impressive aim, which was so keen when it came to smacking a bludger toward a player on the opposing team, wouldn't fail him in this instance, but he hadn't been sure. But now... Now he had really won.

Jack stood over her, oblivious to the terror in her expression, to the pathetic whimpering. He no longer saw an attractive girl, only a prize that was now his for the taking. A smirk came across his lips, twisted and vile rather than the charming, mischievous one that was something of a trademark to him. Rational thought at this point had abandoned him, and he was instead caving to more primal desires, and Harlow was going to be the outlet in which he would satisfy them.

"Jack, please... I'll kiss you, okay?"

He snickered at her weak words, her feeble pleading, as if she thought that now was the time to reason with him. Everyone learned one way or another that Jack always got what he wanted, and it seemed that Miss Harlow Knight was about to learn the hard way. Jack lowered himself down, pinning her between his legs, wondering if she was going to even attempt to fight back. There were tears in her eyes, but no spark of passion that would indicate she was going to give him a difficult time. It seemed that he had conquered her already, all that was left to do was claim what should have been his all along.

Were he not in this odd, near animalistic state of mind, Jack might have had a witty comment to offer, but instead he was much more interested in satisfying more pressing physical needs. Jack forcefully grabbed a wrist in each hand, pinning her hands to the snowy ground both as a gesture of dominance, and a preventative act in case the fire in her should come back. He then forcefully pressed his mouth against hers, he was going to take his time, taste and sample every last piece of his prize- like a lion devouring its prey.

((OOC: So I'm guessing you'll want to fade to black or something? I figured you'd want to get another post or so in.))

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow knew it was feeble. She knew that she couldn't do anything now that she'd been caught. It was terrifying, evoking both horror and a certain numbness in her. Even as she whimpered and pleaded and cried with Jack, she knew that he was the winner in this game. There wasn't a single thing she could do about all of this. Jack was going to have his way with her, right here in the snow. It made her cry all the more, tears breaking free of their ducts and silently streaming down her face.

Harlow wasn't a huge crier. She was in tune with her emotions, but she rarely cried. She rarely had a reason to. She didn't much sob either. Her body shook with fear, but she wasn't full-on sobbing. Harlow decided that she'd hold back for all it was worth. Jack may have won, but he didn't deserve to see her sob. She stared up at Jack, her pleas for mercy being ignored. That feral spark in his eyes was just as vibrant as ever. Harlow was no longer a human being, she was simply a stack of warm flesh that Jack could use to please himself.

Harlow watched as he descended upon her. His knees forcefully pinned her lower body down, his hands violently wrenching her wrists above her head in his hands. She didn't even struggle. Jack's lips were pressed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth. Harlow gave muffled cries of discomfort, tears still streaming down her face. Her first kiss, gone in an instant, stolen from her by a monster. Jack quickly set to work gaining access below her skirt, and Harlow pressed her eyes closed, praying to God for mercy...

- a long while later -

Harlow laid in the snow, muffling her moans of discomfort. Everything had been taken from her. Her youth and innocence were gone. Harlow looked at Jack with hatred. She'd pleaded with him throughout the entire, painful process. Harlow had tried to scream, yell, cry out, but to no avail. Her desperate whispers of "no," and other such phrases landed on deaf ears. Harlow was a mess, yet she was contained in her own body. She remained laying on the ground, waiting for Jack to leave, hoping he didn't want another round.

Harlow hated herself. In the beginning, her body had rejected him completely. In the end, her body had given up and responded with utter pleasure through the pain. Harlow hated it. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and die on the spot...

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[jack stephen carlyle]

Satisfied and slightly sweaty, Jack got off the trembling form that was Harlow, he'd won now, and as such had relatively little interest in her. All he had left to do was be a slightly intimidating presence, enough to make sure that she wouldn't tell, but with how easily he had gotten his way with her, Jack wasn't really concerned about it. Really, the experience had been... anticlimactic? He'd still satisfied the purely sexual urges he'd had for the girl, but he had honestly expected a little more struggle, rather than simply having his way with someone who lie motionless beneath him, crying, and almost politely asking him to stop.

It had been odd, Jack would almost have rather she fought him- kicked, screamed, flailed- it would have made conquering her feel more like a victory instead of a halfhearted win. But Jack wasn't going to complain about her performance, he hadn't been expecting that she would be any good, particularly since he had forced himself upon her, but all the same... His curiosity and animalistic desires had been satisfied, and now he would be on to the next girl, and the one after. He'd defeated his only challenge, and now it would be back to the ones practically throwing themselves at him.

In a way, Jack might miss it, there was a difference between the months of getting to Harlow than there was buying a pretty face drinks until her judgement was too clouded to refuse him. Perhaps he might come back to her again, though for now his interests laid only in intimidating the girl he had just so brutally taken advantage of. She was already scared of him, that much was certain, the rest was going to be easy. He knew now the bravery she had shown him earlier was merely a facade, Harlow was just a weak, timid little girl, he could get whatever he wanted from her.

Jack straightened his clothes, not looking at Harlow as he smoothed out wrinkles and brushed off snow and bits of leaves, once he was satisfied with his appearance, he turned to the pathetic lump on the ground, sneering. "Have fun with that?" asked Jack, prodding her knee with the toe of his boot, "I told you I don't bite." That much, he supposed was the truth, it didn't change that he had done pretty much everything else. He paused. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut," Jack added, kneeling beside Harlow, poising his lips by her ear, and placing a hand on her cheek. He grinned devilishly, lightly patting her cheek in a very condescending manner. "There's a good girl," Jack said before straightening and walking away, leaving his prize in the snow.

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow watched Jack fix himself with disgust. It hurt her beyond belief. She adverted her gaze from him to her body. Her clothes were muddled and wrinkled from him grabbing at her. Her back was soaked and cold from the snow, regardless of the fact that her clothing had been enchanted to keep her warm. Harlow shifted to fix her undergarments. Jack had been so persistent, he'd merely shoved everything out of the way. It was disgusting and heartbreaking at the same time. Harlow just wanted to cry, but she wasn't going to give Jack the satisfaction.

She watched him look her up and down. He seemed utterly disinterested in her now. Harlow felt sick. She didn't say anything, wanting him to just leave without acknowledging her. When Jack towered over her, however, obviously intent on getting a few more words in, Harlow cringed away from him. She wasn't going to look him directly in the eye. He kicked at her knee, causing her to tense up and cringe away from him further. His face was cruel and terrifying now, the suave facade completely absent. He wasn't playing anymore, this was real.

"I told you I don't bit. If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut. There's a good girl."

Harlow closed her eyes as his lips brushed her ear while he spoke. As if Harlow wasn't already afraid of him, he had to go and threaten her. She could feel his lips curl into a dangerous smirk before he patted her on the cheek, as if she were a small child. Harlow cringed, watching his form straighten up and leave her alone in the snow.

Harlow closed her eyes, curling up into the fetal position. She held herself tightly in a ball, her body hurting beyond belief. Tears streamed silently down her face as she contemplated what she was going to do. The only thing she could see in her mind, however, was the cold spark in Jack's brilliant eyes. The only thing she could hear were her cries of pain, intermingled with his threat. He'd kill her if she told anyone what had happened. Harlow was stuck, utterly unable to do anything. Silent cries turned into full-on, body-rocking sobs. Harlow was completely and utterly alone and she couldn't do anything to fix it.

[flora clementine kendrick]

Flora folded one arm closely over her peacoat, the other held her wand. She felt the cold nipping at her face, which she tucked deep in the collar, uncaring if it would smudge her make-up. In theory this patrol would be a quick in and out. Why she let the care of magical creatures professor bribe her into finding that missing Thestral, she was unsure. Well...she knew. Her babysitter was leaving on vacation, and Flora couldn't exactly watch Willow while teaching classes.

"Fuck me," she whined quietly to herself as she trudged, careful to walk lightly enough to avoid too much snow falling into her new boots, just in from New York. They weren't anywhere near what you would wear in the snow for a hike...but when did Flora do that anyways? Never. It wasn't her fault, though, that she was one of teh few staff members who had encountered a death. It wasn't anything scarring...at least Flora didn't feel so. She had said good-bye to her grandfather on his death bed in Maine, and it had been as peaceful as the snow falling in suspended silence around her, resting quietly on the glittering floor beneath her feet, undisturbed in the forbidden forest.

She watched the ground for hoof prints, promising herself a caramel mocha as soon as she returned. She had to justify the stiffening nose and cold that ripped tears from her eyes somehow. She wiped cautiously at the underneath of her eye with her gloved finger, as if that could prevent the inevitable smearing. She didn't even know where to look for a Thestral, for goodness sake. Hell if she could even tell you something she learned in Care of Magical Creatures class. She shook her head, pausing when an indent in the powdered snow caught her eye. Footprints. Small footprints.

"Are you kidding me?" she groaned to herself. Last thing she needed was to corral the missing students. She'd rather hunt werewolves. Flora, while she had no problem pulling out a practiced Director's voice, had trouble giving detention. She often found herself thinking about herself in positions far worse than what she found students in.

"Hello?!" She called out loudly, her lungs carrying her voice into the trees. She followed the fading footsteps carefully, before a scream of color in the silent white and gray world caught her eye.

"Harlow..." a hoarse whisper left her mouth as she knelt beside the crumpled figure, slight and looking as if she could sink into the underworld of snow at any minute. She brushed the hair out of the Ravenclaw's face, examining for consciousness and dilated pupils, but only found tears on her blanched face. "Harlow...are you okay?" She pushed an arm underneath her head, lifting it from it's snowy grave. It was a stupid question...she could see she wasn't okay.

"We have to get you out of the snow,"

[/color] She said softly, unsure if the young Ravenclaw was in shock. All she could see was helplessness as she pushed the girl to sit up.

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[harlow christine knight]

Harlow wasn't sure how long she'd lay in the snow, curled up in a ball. It was cold and she was beginning to get uncomfortable, but anything was better than going and facing Jack. She had no clue where he was. What if he was busy watching her in the tree line? What if that boredom had been feigned and he was simply waiting for her to compose herself before going ahead and violating her again? The possibilities were endless and she didn't know what to do with herself. It was an absolutely terrifying ordeal and Harlow just wanted to feel whole again.

Jack had robbed her of everything that'd she had held dear. There would be no more firsts for her. The first embrace, the first kiss, all of it - everything had been stolen from her in a brief moment. It had been short, but had somehow felt like an eternity. Harlow just wanted to feel better. She wanted to stop crying, to pick herself up and bravely face the world without an indication that anything bad had happened to her. She wanted to be safe and secure and never have to fear for her safety ever again. There was the slight possibility that she didn't have to worry anymore.

Jack was gone. He'd had his way, he'd shown utter disgust and disinterest after he was done, and now he was gone. That might be the answer to her prayers. Maybe he wouldn't bother her anymore. Harlow had seen the girls that he'd been with before. They weren't typically as fragile, but he still paid them no mind once he was through with them. Maybe she was no exception. Maybe now she could finally be in peace and not have to worry about what was going on with Jack anymore. Maybe Harlow was safe...

"Harlow... Harlow, are you okay? We have to get you out of the snow."

Harlow flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, her mind jumped to the worst conclusion. Jack was back, he'd seen her start to compose herself and he'd come back to have another go. However, through the panic, Harlow was able to distinguish two things: first, the voice speaking to her was feminine and second, the hand resting on her shoulder blade and gently rubbing over her back was smaller than Jack's and much more comforting. Harlow allowed herself to roll over and look up at the woman who was trying to comfort her, to get her to stand. 

Harlow looked at her, head tipped to the side in slight disorientation. It took her a few beats to recognize the kind face looking down at her, but once she did Harlow quickly fell into the woman's arms. She allowed herself to cry into her chest, hugging her beloved music professor. It was incredible that this woman was the one who was able to find her after the terrible ordeal. Flora Kendrick was her personal mentor and someone that Harlow looked up to, and she was one of the only people that Harlow was going to let see her cry.

[harlow christine knight]

Harlow wasn't sure how long she'd lay in the snow, curled up in a ball. It was cold and she was beginning to get uncomfortable, but anything was better than going and facing Jack. She had no clue where he was. What if he was busy watching her in the tree line? What if that boredom had been feigned and he was simply waiting for her to compose herself before going ahead and violating her again? The possibilities were endless and she didn't know what to do with herself. It was an absolutely terrifying ordeal and Harlow just wanted to feel whole again.

Jack had robbed her of everything that'd she had held dear. There would be no more firsts for her. The first embrace, the first kiss, all of it - everything had been stolen from her in a brief moment. It had been short, but had somehow felt like an eternity. Harlow just wanted to feel better. She wanted to stop crying, to pick herself up and bravely face the world without an indication that anything bad had happened to her. She wanted to be safe and secure and never have to fear for her safety ever again. There was the slight possibility that she didn't have to worry anymore.

Jack was gone. He'd had his way, he'd shown utter disgust and disinterest after he was done, and now he was gone. That might be the answer to her prayers. Maybe he wouldn't bother her anymore. Harlow had seen the girls that he'd been with before. They weren't typically as fragile, but he still paid them no mind once he was through with them. Maybe she was no exception. Maybe now she could finally be in peace and not have to worry about what was going on with Jack anymore. Maybe Harlow was safe...

"Harlow... Harlow, are you okay? We have to get you out of the snow."

Harlow flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, her mind jumped to the worst conclusion. Jack was back, he'd seen her start to compose herself and he'd come back to have another go. However, through the panic, Harlow was able to distinguish two things: first, the voice speaking to her was feminine and second, the hand resting on her shoulder blade and gently rubbing over her back was smaller than Jack's and much more comforting. Harlow allowed herself to roll over and look up at the woman who was trying to comfort her, to get her to stand. 

Harlow looked at her, head tipped to the side in slight disorientation. It took her a few beats to recognize the kind face looking down at her, but once she did Harlow quickly fell into the woman's arms. She allowed herself to cry into her chest, hugging her beloved music professor. It was incredible that this woman was the one who was able to find her after the terrible ordeal. Flora Kendrick was her personal mentor and someone that Harlow looked up to, and she was one of the only people that Harlow was going to let see her cry.