A Curse Upon The Rain (Open)

[Jake Keisinger]

Thump.

Clink.

Thump.

Clink.

An odd array of sounds upon first hearing them, to be sure, amidst the hallowed bookshelves of Hogwarts School's library. Sounds that, by some small wonder, had managed to not yet attract the attention of the ever sharp Madam Pince. Not that the culprit particularly cared, to be frank. He was hardly doing anything wrong - not that he could, anyway, even if he'd wanted to.

Jake was bored.

Bored, absolutely out of his mind. And it was dreary and rainy outside the large window he now sat esconced in the bay sill of, which just made him completely listless. Literally, it gave him little to no energy, and bar a very half-assed attempt to finish the Herbology homework that now lay, untouched, in his lap, he had absolutely nothing else to occupy him. Because yes, literally, he was energy-less. This was what the rain and thunderstorms did to the boy, or rather, what days cooped up inside save an occasional soujourn down to the Greenhouses did. Made him bored. And listless. And about as animated as a dead person.

Merlin, Jake *hated* this kind of weather.

Another half-hearted rap of his forehead against the misty, icy window. Another thump. Another clink. Couldn't even be bothered to do his homework, really. And homework from his best and favorite subject. Couldn't be bothered seeking out any of his friends, either. Not even his best mate. That was how utterly, thoroughly not brimming with energy he was.

Another soft thump. Another soft clink. And a softer grumble in a language that might have been English or something else, the sound of breath blowing half-heartedly and irritably at dark hair, throwing it out of dark eyes which it was wont to fall into.

"Rain, rain, go away, come again no other day," he mumbled softly, absently.

[Jazz Winston Forest]

School was just starting and already teachers were handing out homework. It made Jazz grummble as he trudged to the library to try to find someone to do it with. He didn't need 'help' per se, he just couldn't do it when he was bored and alone. He was a bright wizard, but always worried that getting the wrong answer would mean something horrible

When he spotted Jake he couldn't help but grin wickedly. Fe felt like the other boy had been dodging him for days, but obviously it was because he had locked himself in the library. He walked right up behind him quietly and said, right by his ear, "Boo." tapping his fingers down he back to startle him.

He chuckled a bit as he stepped back. "Is this where you've been hiding Jakey bear? It's not very interesting you know." he said, adjusting and pulling on the strap of his bag. "That's your poison then? Potions, herbology?" he asked, dropping his bag on one of the tables. They were far enough into the stacks Jazz wasn't quite worried about that harpie of a librarian scolding them. And that was good, because he wanted to ask Jake's opinion on what he was calling; 'the Sammie incident' because it seemed he had managed to genuinely upset her. One of his best friends and he could barely get her to say a word to him since that.

[Jake Keisinger]

Lost in his grumbling lethargy as he was, Jake's response to others close by was rather belated, if outright ignorant. That being said, it was terribly easy for Jasper to creep up like he had, and Jake hissed, nearly knocking his head square on the cold window pane as his spine arched rather comically against the poking of fingers down his back. In typical teenage boy fashion though, he immediately retaliated, using the difference between him sitting and Jazz standing to punch his best mate playfully in the calf in response.

"I know you miss me when I'm not around, Forest, but is the groping necessary?" But despite his less than stellar mood towards the weather, Jake's complaint was good-natured, softened by the crooked smile he offered his best mate even as he settled back into the window sill. He really wasn't all that annoyed; you tended to get used to these things, annoying or not, after spending something like seven years in the same dormitory with them. Besides, at least Jazz being around was something entertaining.

"It's Herbology." He shrugged, indicating his homework. It wasn't that he was bad at it - far from it. Jake's subject *was* Herbology where he might like other subjects less, and Jazz would know that. But he'd also know that on a day like today, Jake was lethargic. Almost like an animal in hibernation, really. There was a letter from Cassie, too, but it was something he'd bother with later.

"Just want the sodding rain to go away."

[Jazz Winston Forest]

"Groping is an essential part of every successful and lasting relationship, Monkey." Jazz joked, chuckling a bit. He rubbed his calf a bit with one hand as he playfully stuck his other into Jake's hair and messed it up. It looked more like a mane than hair sometimes.

"You're like a bear in winter when it rains you know." Jazz sighed. "You really think the rain appreciates your bad attitude? You should apologize to it, Jakey. Maybe that's why it won't go away, because you've hurt its feelings." he chuckled a bit again. "I actually kinda like it." he shrugged. He took a seat at the table, leaning back a bit. Jazz found weather like this relaxing, it made him feel lazy, yeah, but it was restful lazy.

He pulled out his own Herbology, half done like everything else. He was the type to start then stop halfway and finish a different time. But the only let himself do that with school work. Anything else he had to finish in one go. "How much you got done?" he asked, opening to the right spot.

[Jake Keisinger]

Jake's response to the hair-mussing was to slap playfully, if half-heartedly, at Jazz's questing, hair-rumpling hands; he was both too used to it being done to actually care too much anymore (seriously, people seemed indecently fascinated with is hair at times) and rather well acquainted with the fact that no matter how many times you might tell Jazz to do something, he was hardly likely to follow it. In fact, he was more likely to keep doing it.

"Of course it would. Must be true about Mother Nature, then. Only a female would keep an argument like this up to be spiteful." That was said dryly, though without any real rancour, considering if one knew Jake, they knew well that he was raised in a family of females. Mother, sister, cousin-turned-sister; he knew a damn sight more about girls than most boys his age might. 'Course, that didn't mean he always understood them any better. Females were, ultimately, an enigma, and that didn't change as you got older and gained more experience with them.

"And you know I like it, too. Just not when it's like...well, that." Jake made a comically disgusted face, gesturing out the window at the darkness outside. And indeed, it was a thoroughly bloody miserable day, by anyone's standards. Not even the biggest rain lover could enjoy that, possibly. It was a typical freezing, windy, dreary Autumn rainstorm. Which would probably turn into a thunderstorm later on tonight. It was lucky, really, that Hufflepuff Common Room wasn't high up in a tower like Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Towers were; they'd be kept up all night by the wind outside, otherwise.

Jazz opening his Herbology textbook was enough to finally bring his fellow, shaggy-haired Beater down from his window, Jake unfolding his long, lanky body so he could place his feet onto the floor. Gathering his own work up, he slunk, cat-like, to the table, plopping himself onto the seat across from his best mate. For a moment, he peered over his shoulder at Jazz's half-done essay, before spreading his out, almost complete.

"I'm almost done. It's not quite as horrible and hard yet, the work. Though I guess it'll get harder. But always I figured Cassie was just pulling my leg when she was bemoaning her NEWTs, back in the day." Jake snorted and rolled his eyes, though there was no mistaking the affectionate twitch of his lips at the mention of his elder sister. Whether the work was already hard or not was something of a question mark in the air, too, considering Jake's subject was Herbology, which ultimately meant that unlike some, he actually enjoyed the subject. As opposed to some of his less favorites, in which case, it might be another story.

Mind you, considering he'd been at it for a good hour or two already, and was, as Jazz had said, like "a bear in hibernation" over the rain, it was a safe bet to say that sooner or later, he was going to get bored. Or antsy...er, than he already was. And want to do something else.

"On a random side note, I vote when it stops raining - if it EVER stops - that we burn our textbo-er, I mean, put our stuff away and take our brooms outside. I've got one of those Muggle tennis balls floating around in my trunk somewhere again; we could so play with it and our bats." Jake grinned, though his eyes were the epitomy of wide and innocent. "What say you, Mister Forest? Aye or Nay?"

[Lakin!]

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