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Post by jillian on May 9, 2006 0:08:03 GMT
Jill wasn't much one to go out. When her friends at home had invited her to do something, she would politely decline with an excuse such as studying or helping Joann. Even on holiday celebrations she stayed in and read or something. Beltane wasn't supposed to be any different. But Jill found she was rather bored, just sitting up in her dormitory looking down at the celebration. It was actually something she thought she would want to attend, and that sort of frightened her. It wasn't that she was introverted, well, okay - maybe she was. But she didn't see anyone she knew down there, maybe she could just go down there for the festivities. Who knew? She didn't. And one way to find out? Jill grinned as she moved away from her window and turned to her trunk. She slipped out of her nightgown and pulled a faded pair of jeans and a shirt on. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and slipped on a pair of shoes before running from the dormitory to the common room.
She was outside in a matter of minutes, breathing in the cool night air. The sounds of the party were already wafting around her and making her dizzy. She let a small smile cross her face before making her way toward the Beltane party. Jill knew little of the celebration, so she couldn't exactly hold a conversation with anyone who knew about it. But she knew it had the May pole dancing, and that was always fun to watch when she was younger. She didn't know if it was the dancing around the pole and the weaving of the ribbons, or the actual ribbons that entranced her. The grounds looked magical with everything set up the way it was. There was a bonfire, a may pole, tents, and tables with food; which was where Jill started to head the moment she was close enough.
There were many people there, and she recognized most but there were few she didn't. That didn't bother her. Jill picked up a piece of fruit and put it in her mouth as her eyes searched the tents. Seeing a fortune teller, she made her way over. This would be good for laughs. Jill smiled at the fortune teller as she sat down, "Hello." Jill said pleasantly. The fortune teller smiled and held out her hand palm up, Jill put her right hand in the fortune teller's and stifled giggles as the woman traced the lines of her palm. The woman glowed with smiles as she looked up at Jill, "You will have romance in your life very soon. Very very soon." It was as if the nice night turned to one that was unwelcomed. Jill snapped her hand back and smiled sourly at the fortune teller, "I highly doubt that." Before the woman could say anything more Jill stood and offered her thanks before making her way to the bonfire.
The ground cushioned her fall as she sat. Her knees bent and her elbows propped up on them. Her eyes watched the fire dance and burn the wood away. Why had she come down here again? Was it in hopes of having a good time? All the Beltane party had done was make her a little bit tempermental toward those who thought about romance. Sure, it was out there, but it wasn't for her. Jill was certain. And what did that fortune teller know anyway? She couldn't possibly know what was in Jill's future. She doubted the woman was even real. Why didn't they have Professor Trelawney telling people's fortunes? Probably because she would see death and go crazy. Jill smiled at the idea. Maybe that wasn't as good as an idea as she had thought it would be. Jill continued to watch the fire and she lost track of the sounds; the chatter and the laughter. It wasn't until someone spoke to her that she was brought back to planet Earth.
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Post by payton on May 9, 2006 1:48:36 GMT
The bonfire burned strong before him as he searched the crowd for Dillion. He was sure that his brother was fine, and had probably just found Jordan and a set of fireworks, but he never could help but worry when he suddenly realized that Dillion was no where in sight. As he neared the fire he spotted no Dillion, but someone he was far more surprised to see. Deciding that Dillion was probably fine off on his own we went the remaining distance between him and the bonfire and sat down on the grass beside Jill Sawyer. He had only met her once before, for what had turned out to be a very interesting chess game, but from that very brief encounter he knew enough about her to think a Beltane celebration was the last place he would find her. Beltane was about love and romance and joy—things Jill rather resented the whole package. He looked over at her, noticing that her mind seemed elsewhere, but he smiled widely anyway, one of the wide friendly smiles he always had when he was happy to see someone.
“I expect to see you here. I guess I didn’t think Beltane was your idea of a holiday worth celebrating.”
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Post by jillian on May 9, 2006 2:11:59 GMT
Jill looked up to see Payton sitting beside her. She grinned and turned her attention back to the fire, continuing to watch the blaze dance. It was like a ballet if you looked close enough. There was a silence before she answered; "Yeah, well, I heard about the fabulous fortune tellers and I just had to come and see what they were all about." Jill smirked and looked back at Payton. The last time she had spoken to him was over a game of wizards chess in the student lounge at night. Normally, Jill tried to keep herself to herself, but a game of chess seemed to open a flow of conversation and she had told Payton much more than she had told anyone at Hogwarts. She was certain it was his laid back manner and the way he was so friendly and carefree. She couldn't help but tell him a little about herself.
"Which," Jill added after a moment, "aren't that special. I don't suggest going to them." She nodded once as if to confirm her point and then looked around her. Some students were sitting in a circle playing a hand game, Jill had seen it played often but she had never joined; other students were eating; there were those who just sat and chatted; all in all, everyone seemed to be having a good time. That was nice. Everyone needed a day off from classes every once in awhile. A small breeze lifted her hair up and tickled her cheek, causing it to sting from the cold. Jill quickly ran her fingers through it and pushed some of her hair behind her ear, hoping it would obey that way. She turned to the fire once more and watched the ballet unfold before her eyes. It was a classic one, with the girl leaving the boy with a broken heart - only to taunt him with her pointe moves and then pull his heart back again. The boy danced off, distraught, and would later appear in the ballet with another girl. It was cyclical.
She tore her eyes away from the fire again to be able to speak to Payton; "What brings you out here? Do you normally celebrate Beltane?" Jill didn't really know anyone who would celebrate Beltane every year. There were people who got together and had a couple of drinks or a nice dinner, but they didn't do the whole Maypole thing - and the only memory Jill ever had of that would be when she was with her Aunt when she was very very young. And even then it was the memory of the colorful ribbons, not the meaning.
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Post by payton on May 9, 2006 3:17:34 GMT
Cafe let out and easy going laugh as she gave her excuse for coming to the Beltane party. "Not a faithful follower of our Professor Trelawney are you?" He never really was one for fortune tellers anyway. He was too much like his Pops to give them too much credit. Pops always thought that the future was nothing more than what you made it out to be. It made sense to him, or more sense than someone gazing into a crystal ball and predicting what would happen to him. Maybe there really were people out there gifted with foresight, it was just never his thing. He prefered to be suprised by life anyway.
Looking away from Jill he gazed into the fire, resting his weight back agaisnt his elbows which he stretched behind him as he made himself comfortable. "You must not know me well if you ask why I woudl come out to a holiday dedicated to love and joy" he replied, laughing softly. It wasn't that he ever meant to be the romantic one--in fact at home he saw his brother as the family romantic, but somehow at Hogwarts he was the Hufflepuff charmer, or at least to an extend. He looked back over at Jill as he replied, grinning as he did. "I actually did celebrate Beltane, before Hogwarts at least. My Pops thought every holiday should be celebrated--it didn't matter if it belonged to a specific country or religion, it was a holiday and it was important to someone somewhere so it should be important to us too. He'd to buy dozens of flowers the day before, and they'd be everywhere in the house. On the dining table, in our bedrooms..everwhere you looked. Then on Beltane, we'd get up early, and dress up and go out for breakfast at this Café down the street, and then we'd come back and have a may pole in the middle of the family room." As she spoke he looked stared into the fire. Hhadn'tnt thought about Beltane at home since his first year at Hogwarts. He knew Pops still did it, and he could just picture Ana and Andy dancing around a pole standing in the middle of the room while pops played Celtic music.
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Post by jillian on May 9, 2006 15:15:32 GMT
"Oh," Jill said quickly, "Professor Trelawney is okay, but those over there?" She nodded her head in the direction of the tents, "They aren't that good. I even wondered why they didn't have Trelawney over there - but then I figured she might predict death and scare off the kids." She grinned wickedly before bringing her legs down and crossing them, she had suddenly felt a chill go up and down her back, which was odd considering how close she was to the bon fire. When Payton began explaining Beltane at his house, Jill's grin widened. It sounded nice to celebrate every holiday, even if it wasn't exactly something they whole-heartedly believed in. When he had finished, she looked down at her feet.
"I've only one memory of Beltane and that was when I was very young. When my aunt was alive. We lived in a small town away from London and all the big cities. I loved it because everyone knew eachother, though there were those who thrived on gossip and you couldn't say something without everybody knowing it." Jill chuckled and shook her head before continuing, "Anyway, it was Beltane and they had this huge Maypole in the center of town. Auntie and her friends made some delicous food, gumbo, jambalaya, anything like that - I don't know why, maybe it's because they were the easiest to make. But there was always cookie and such for the kids who didn't like actual food.
"We arrived at the Maypole just as they were dancing around it. Younger kids watched and some littler girls held ribbon sticks in their hands and they were waving them around. You know what ribbon sticks are? The ribbons that are attached to a stick that snap if you shake them too hard? I had a bad experience with those so I stayed away as much as I could from them, but the ribbons were entrancing. I remember standing and watching, my arms hurting from holding the huge batch of cookies. They went around the Maypole, weaving this way and that. I loved the ribbons." Jill grinned and looked up, that was one of the only real memories she had with her aunt on a holiday. Christmas and such was always vague. But Beltane stuck in her head because of something and she couldn't remember what. Jill was afraid to prod further, afraid that if she tried to remember why she remembered, she would lose the memory all together.
"I still like to watch ribbons. I guess, I haven't grown up nearly as much as I would like to have people believe, huh?" Jill smiled and looked up at the bonfire again. She wasn't regretting coming out here now, after all, she enjoyed her conversations with Payton - even if it had only been one.
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 1:28:59 GMT
He grinned at her comment about Trelawney--it was true. The only news of ones fortune the Hogwarts divinations professor ever seemed to consider worth sharing was about one tragedy or another. “Yes, I’m not sure Beltane is the holiday to be seeing the end of one’s day in a crystal ball.” He laughed, glancing back at Jill for a moment. He had a feeling that there was more to Jill’s feeling for the hired fortune tellers than just thinking their opinion of her fortune was a bit off. Somehow what they told her hit a sore spot.
He watched Jill as she told him of her Beltane memories, his gaze now soft and friendly instead of as deep and contemplative as before. “It sounds like a lovely memory, and even it there is only one, it’s the single memories that stand alone that are sometimes the most worth while.” He grinned at her for a moment, thinking about her ribbon comment. “I’m not sure were ever as grown up as we first appear, but yes…you enjoying ribbons was not exactly something I was expecting. You didn’t come off as a secretly youthful ribbon lover.” Still grinning he looked back at the fire for a moment, watching the flames. Fires were easy to get lost in. “Are there any other secrets you’re keeping from me? A secret love for the color pink? Or maybe you could just tell me what it was that fortune teller predicted for you that you thought was so unreasonable.”
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 2:09:29 GMT
"Hey," Jill said as she grinned at him, "don't hate the ribbons. Ribbons are amazing. They're fun to get lost in." She nodded her head and thought about that for a moment. Yes, fun to get lost in but hurt when they are snapped against you. Jill liked putting ribbons in her hair from time to time, but she rarely ever did at Hogwarts. After all she had to keep up the appearance of being a seventh year, and a seventh year meant being grown up. Or at least, to Jill it did. Then again, she never really had much of a childhood to begin with. When he asked her if she was keeping anymore secrets from him, Jill looked at him with a small smile. There was just something about him that made it so easy for her trust. She shrugged and looked down at her feet before thinking of an answer.
Of course, Payton knew about her views on romanticism. But fpr some reason, she didn't think Payton would laugh at her for being cynical about what the fortune teller said. Maybe this was why she decided to tell him, who knows? But she did. "Well, apparently, I will have romance in my life very soon. I guess that sort of made me mad." She bit her bottom lip and continued; "Is it wrong of me not to want romance? Is it wrong of me to want to put my future, my career, my life in front of love? I have never really known love of any kind, so what am I to expect?" She looked at Payton with questionable eyes. Jill had been called many things because of what she thought about love and romance, but she knew what she really was. Realistic. There were many who didn't understand that at all. They didn't know what was realisitic anymore. They just went with what was new.
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 2:40:29 GMT
He laughed, leaning his weight back against his elbows again. "I hold nothing against the ribbons, I'm glad you have something that makes you happy, and I'm even more glad that is a rather girlie thing. Now I know not to be fooled by your tough exterior." He laughed again, looking over at her as she started to tell him about what her dreaded fortune was. As she described it, he smiled softly at her. He knew she held a resentment about love, even if he wished she didn't. "Its not wrong of you...if its how you feel than its how you feel. It can't be wrong because it just is what it is. I don't think its such a bad thing though. I believe you are the only person I know who would become so offended by being told that there would be romance in their life soon." He paused for a moment, sighing as he thought about her answer. He had never met anyone with such a different opinion from himself when it came to matters of the heart. "Its not a bad thing to want to focus on things like your career, but can't there be romance in your life too?" He was quiet again for a moment, just watching her. He knew that her life was different that his. They had talked about it before, how the things she lacked in were the things he had the most of. Maybe thats why it was so easy for him to see--love and romance had always been so important to Pops. Pops moved across the globe for it, more than once, and he managed to find it again every time it seemed that he had lost it. "I don't think anyone really knows what their doing, or what to expect when it comes to love...its just...different for everyone and we all learn as we go."
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 2:59:35 GMT
Jill watched as Payton leaned back on his elbows, and then turned her attention to the fire as he started responding to her thoughts. What he said made a lot of sense. Maybe Jill was just scared. Maybe she didn't quite understand. She never had a boyfriend, she hardly ever liked anyone. She wouldn't permit herself to be distracted, there was too much at stake. But would it be a terrible thing to let romance and love into her life? Would it be as bad as she thought it would? Jill cleared her throat when he was finished and looked back at him. She layed down on her stomach and braced herself up on her elbows as she fiddled with the blades of grass.
"If a fortune teller tells them there will be romance in their life soon, and it doesn't happen, what do they feel? They feel disappointment, don't they? Maybe I'm just hardening myself to the possibility of disappointment. All these years, with me blocking out emotions like love or attractions toward anyone, I haven't had my heart broken and I haven't misplaced my trust. It's just easier...safer...that way." She pulled up a blade of grass and smiled a soft smile, her eyes lifting to look at Payton; "Besides, I doubt I'm the only person who feels this way." She threw the blade of grass over her shoulder and then laid her head on her arms, her eyes still watching Payton.
The idea of having a career and being in love at the same time was overwhelming to Jill. She bit on her bottom lip again, it was fast becoming a bad habit, and chewed her answer over in her mind; "Me plus romance equals fuzzy head. Me plus fuzzy head equals bad career decisions. I suppose it would be possible, yeah, there has to be some people who do it - yes? But how do they not get distracted? And how do they know that what they are getting distracted by is worth the concequences they receive?" Jill didn't mean to sound so confused, but maybe that's what she really was. Maybe she was frightened and confused. Before she never thought about romance, she had completely ruled it out as a possibility. And here she was, talking to someone she had a real conversation with only days ago; opening her mind to the thought again. There was something charming and lovely about romance. Something that touched every girls heart. That fairy tale ending that Jill had doubted to be real.
"I guess," Jill said slowly, "that's the problem. Love or romance don't come with a manual. There isn't any step by step instructions. It is one of those things that you learn with as you go. So that makes it all the more questionable. Is it real? Is the look that you see in that one person's eyes really there? Do you melt inside and out and become this huge puddle of goo when you're with them? How about that kiss? That foot poppin kiss? Does it exist? Any of it? Or is it all a fallacy? Something to make others feel better about themselves?"
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 3:29:47 GMT
He had looked back toward the fire when she started to move, but somehow the motion caught his eye and he looked back at her, watching her for a brief moment before looking back towards the glowing flames. It was strange, somehow every time he and Jill were together they ended up in a deep conversation--and this time he didn't even have a chess game to blame for brining it out in him. He listened to her, still staring to the flames for a moment. "I guess its like life in general...anything really worth having is worth risking something for. The reward, or possibility of a reward is worth it in the end." He smiled slightly, glancing over at Jill again. He watched her for a moment before shifting his weight to one arm, and reaching other other out to her her shoulders almost instinctively.
He grinned at her comment about her mind getting fuzzy and it resulting in her not thinking clearing. "Well, a lot of people have managed to be in love and still think rather clearly. Have you ever met Ernie MacMillian...I don't think I have ever met a more logical person in my life and hes engaged." he laughed at his own words, picturing his fellow Hufflepuff. Ernie declaring that he was in love seemed so out of character, but then the picture fit Ernie. He could just see him in his perfect little cottage with his adorable little wife and having his perfect job in the ministry. That was Ernie, an image of perfection he was very insistent in maintaining. "Not that I'm saying you should be like Ernie....I prefer a bit more spontaneity than that." He grinned at her again, his hand rubbing back and fourth across her shoulders.
"I'm not the person you should ask if you want someone to tell you that its not real and your doing the right thing. My foot hasn't popped over a kiss or anything, but I've melted...I forgotten then was anyone in the world but us."
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 3:41:14 GMT
"Worth risking something for..." Jill repeated, her mind rolling it over and over and over and over until it echoed in her head. She was so absorbed in her thoughts she hadn't realized he was rubbing his hand across her shoulders until he stopped speaking. She looked up at him and tilted her head a bit to the side. Joann often told her she looked like a dog when she did that, but in her opinion dogs were cute, so that meant she was cute. She sighed lightly before commenting on Ernie; "I've heard about that engagement. To Hannah Abbott, yes? I always thought they would get together. It was just...logical, and when it happened it was as if the most you could do was say 'Great! I'm happy for you!' because it would be kind of odd saying, 'Oh, I knew it would happen sometime in your life!'Don't you think?" She smiled and fiddled with the grass again. Spontaneity? Did Jill have any of that? Sure she did. She had to. She couldn't think of an example that exact moment, but she was sure she had spontaneity.
When he had said he had melted before, Jill had been interested. She grinned wickedly at him and tucked some of her hair behind her ear and saying, "You look pretty solid to me. You don't look like a puddle of goo. Are you still melted, Payton?" Jill looked at him so intently, she thought she might scare him. She diverted her eyes back to the grass and the patterns it made. Everything was so confusing. So different, she didn't understand any of it at all. Would she have understood better if she hadn't blocked out romance? Or would she be even more confused? There wasn't a way to tell anymore. There was just...too much to do to reverse it. She was surprised she was even talking about it. But, again, there was something about Payton.
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 3:54:28 GMT
He mindlessly continued to rub her back, looking back into the flames as he pictured the happy while while Jill gave her opinions on them. It was true, everyone saw it coming. They were meant to be together, and somehow once separated neither one of them seemed quite. It seemed strange to him that it just happened, that Ernie had not planned more, but it was still a good thing. Ernie always seemed to have his life so together, but then his after-graduation plans were laid as well.
"I believe I have returned to my solid form, though it was a bit messy during the puddle stage" he jested, laughing as he nudged her. "Is it strange to think that I was in love once? I guess to an extent I still am. I don't think we were really stop loving people who were close to us, we just have new people in our lives that start meaning more to us and it makes us not so conscious of how much we loved the people who aren't there anymore." He paused, shrugging again. He did it a lot--shrug when he was thinking about something so deeply. "But then maybe thats whats so nice about it. It doesn't just turn on and off like your lumos charm."
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 4:01:25 GMT
Jill looked up with a feign of shock, "No! You? In love? Oh, I never even thought of it!" She smirked and shook her head, "Unless you get this information from books, Payton, I really don't think you could understand so much about romance and love as it is." She laid her head back down on her arms, letting Payton's touch lull her into a light daydream, but she didn't permit herself to fall into sleep. When he said something about the lumos charm, she opened her eyes and nodded while lifting her head again. "But..."
Jill bit her lip and looked at Payton before prying further, "But doesn't it hurt? Didn't it hurt? I mean, you said you were in love and you might still be in love, so does that mean the person you loved isn't there anymore?" She didn't want to go into any sore subjects with Payton, though Jill had a feeling that there were no sore subjects when it came to Payton - and if there were he wouldn't snap her head off. He seemed so open, unless he wasn't normally open. She hadn't really been around him when he was around anyone else. It was usually just him and her, talking and it ended up coming into a deep conversation about whatever. Jill didn't mind, but she didn't want to get hurt either. Especially if she trusted him and then he did something to abuse her trust, what she couldn't think of though. And she couldn't believe it if he was capable of doing so.
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 4:14:47 GMT
He nudged her again when she mocked his statement of being in love, though his hand still stayed on her back. "Shh, you'll let out my secret. I have the world convinced this stuff must be learned from a master, such as myself, and that I had to work at being the romantic guru. Long hours of study and observation, all lived experience so that I can share my knowledge with all of Hogwarts one day and it shall make me rich and famous." He tried to hold back his laughter as he spoke, and he let it out at the end. He never minded poking fun at the fact he had been labeled. It use to bother him--when he was younger and people thought his intentions were anything other than innocent. It was just him and he had given up caring what anyone else thought it of.
The topic turned slight more serious and he took his hand of Jill's back to run it thought his red hair, pushing some of the strands that had fallen forward out of his face. "It hurt yes...but it wasn't heart breaking. She use to go to school here, but then life happened and she had to go back home. We tried to make it work for a while, but our lives were too different and we both knew that nothing was going to change--or at least not any time soon. We just decided that it was better to end it while things were still good then wait for them to go bad and end up really getting hurt." He stopped and shrugged, looking back down at Jill. He reached his hand out again and returned it to her back, giving her an easy going smile that he always seemed to manage no matter what the situation. "I still love her, but its changed, its not...romantic love anymore. Its just a really strong friendship. It took some getting use to, but I know it was the best thing for us."
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 4:24:43 GMT
She brought her fingers to her lips and pretended to pull a zipper across, "Your secret's safe with me." Jill smiled again and laid her head back down on her arms, listening to him. He had taken his hand off her back, and then he explained it. She listened, her eyes staring intently down at the grass, digesting his every word. Would she ever feel that toward anyone? Jill doubted it, and was even more surprised that she wanted it. She was afraid of getting hurt, and from what Payton was saying; it hurt but it wasn't heartbreaking. She felt his hand on her back again and she sighed, thinking all this over. When he continued to say that he still loved her, just not romantically, Jill nodded; understanding.
"I think that's another thing that startles me." She whispered, her voice was soft but it could be heard without having to strain your ears, "The idea that you forget everything that's happening around you, everything that is real. School, family, problems. You get so absorbed in the love, and when you finally realize it's there...still...you get a rude awakening. I don't like surprises. I don't like not knowing what to expect. I guess, that makes me predictable, but why let life take you off guard?" Her eyes met his for a brief moment before she turned them to the grass again, "I'm difficult. I've been told. Joann has given up on me. She thinks I'm going to be a spinster, like my aunt. Which I don't doubt. I'm doomed to follow in her footsteps. Unless," she laughed, "the fortune teller was right."
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 4:35:05 GMT
"You wont be a spinster, someone will sneak up on you one of these days. You wont even know whats happening until one day you just...realisze what you've been feeling all along and once you at that point there is no going back." He took in a deep breath, trying to take everything in. The topic was so complex, sometimes you just need to take a moment to make sure you were still on top of everything. "Isn't that part of the fun though? Being taken by surprise? I like that moment of realization. It wasn't like I felt...out of control or like I lost touch with reality. It was more like....reality changed just a little bit. I still had my family and they were important to me...there was still school, and my grades didn't suffer...and over the summers there was still work which always seems to take over life. It was just like....being in love makes life in general seem not quite so hard. And when your with them the world around you goes a little fuzzy instead of you being the fuzzy one." He grinned at her after his comment, drawn from her statement earlier about her mind going fuzzy if she ever fell in love. After he spoke he wondered if it was strange for her to have him talk about love which wasn't there anymore, or at least not in the same context. Wasn;'t that some unwritten rule? Never to talk about old loves with a new girl?
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 4:44:33 GMT
"Being taken by..." Jill breathed and shook her head a moment before sitting up straight and shaking her hair away from her face, "I don't do well with surprises. Actually, my life has been one huge surprise after another. I didn't want my aunt to die, and I didn't want to live with Michael, and I didn't want to run away, and I didn't plan on Joann offering me a home." She bit her bottom lip once more before bouncing in her seat and grinning, "But I guess the surprises like love and such are the good surprises, hum? The ones that matter the most? The ones that fill that empty space in your heart from the disaster and sadness?"
She felt she was just rambling now, but she didn't care. Jill was learning to accept something, something she had believed in before - but it was still an accomplishment. She grinned at Payton; "It's still all so...overwhelming. And risky. And I still think it can be completely pointless." Her cynical mood returned like a freak thunderstorm and she laid back down on the grass, this time on her back. She looked at Payton; "What if you get betrayed? What if you fall out of love? Is that even possible? What's the point of waiting and wishing and hoping, when all it might bring you is disappointment?"
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Post by payton on May 13, 2006 4:56:05 GMT
He grinned at her when she made the comment about surprises and risks. "By George I think she's got it." He laughed at his own words again, something that her maybe did too much but it always seemed to fit the moment and lightheartedness he had. After she spoke she moved and he let his hand return to his side, watching her adjust her position as she seemed to considering something he had said, or indicated with a more serious nature. "Its never pointless. Being moved that deeply or caring for someone that much is never pointless even if this don't turn out well in the end. Its like the risk thing, you have to risk getting hurt that badly in order to have a chance of things coming out that good, and somehow the risk is worth it. If it wasn't I think marriage wouldn't be so popular." He grinned again, one again turning something serious into something more easy going. "So your not a big fan of surprises then? Well we shall have to do something about that." he looked towards the fire for a moment, hardly staring ahead long before a wicked grin crossed his face and he looked back at her before jumping up to his feet. "Beltane is for dancing, so dance with me." It wasn't as if his words were unreasonable, soft music played across the grounds from a band set up near the castle, even if no one around the bonfire had taken the opportunity.
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Post by jillian on May 13, 2006 5:05:36 GMT
"Never pointless? You know, I think I would rather not take the risk. Unless I can find someone who I know won't do anything to hurt me. Yep. That would be absolutely perfect." Jill grinned and looked up at the sky which was dark and had few stars here and there. She picked out some constellations before looking over at Payton who had said something about her dislike of surprises, change that? He then jumped up and declared Beltane was for dancing. Her eyes widened and she sat up, looking up at him.
"I can't dance. I really don't know how. I haven't been to a ball or anything in ages. The last ball I went to was...was....never. I stay up in the dormitory and read, possibly sometimes I just study. But..." She looked up at him again and then stood, "I guess that's the whole point, isn't it? Taking risks and enjoying the ride while it lasts. It doesn't matter how stupid you look to them, or what they think. It's how you feel." She shook her head, "It's all fuzzy."
Jill breathed in a small breath before tilting her head at him and grinning, "Why, may I ask, do you have the patience to put up with all these questions? You are the most patient person, I know. Which, granted, isn't that big. Considering I only know you and Joann well enoguh to declare whether or not you were patient, but still."
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Post by payton on May 14, 2006 23:56:51 GMT
He grinned at her, his hand extended waiting for her to get up and take it. He couldn’t even imagine not knowing how to dance or never going to a ball. He had been to every dance and ball that had been held since his first year, and Pops had taught him to dance when he was young. Dancing was a family tradition, and not what one saw most teens doing a school balls, Pops had taught him as well as his siblings to do ballroom steps. “There’s never a better time to learn than the present.” He grinned again as she stood, reaching out to grab her hand. “I think I can work with a little fuzzy, even tolerate a bit of stepping on my feet, after all, I got you up here and that’s the hardest part.”
When she asked how he was so patient, he shrugged, not yet starting into the waltz steps he knew so well. “I never realized I was that patient I guess. I just…really don’t mind.” He paused for a moment, watching her before he started. “Now, basic waltz, something everyone should know, and something easy enough for everyone to know. Really, all you do is make a square. First, step back with your right foot, then over with your left.” As he stated the words he stepped forward with his left foot, encouraging her to take the steps he was instructing. “Then bring your right foot over to your left, and then step forward with your left foot. Then over with your left foot and bring your right over to close the distance before starting all over again.”
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