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Post by Jasmine Anderson on Feb 9, 2007 2:00:06 GMT
Jasmine squeezed the ends of her black hair with a white towel, taking a seat down on the bed. There were only a couple other girls in the dorm room, gazing into the full length mirror the girl’s all shared at the far end of the room. As they left the room, Jasmine picked up a black comb, running it through her wet, tangled hair. Jasmine could have gotten ready in the prefect bathroom, but she was supposed to meet up with Brantley in the common room. Anyway, she rarely ever used the prefect bathroom, maybe once, but she normally used the student bathroom instead. Once her hair became a straight, wet, untangled mess, Jasmine set the comb down on the table, her eyes catching the shade of mahogany. Her hazel eyes stared at it box, wondering why Brantley had given her something of such importance in his life. It had belonged to his father, and now, to Jasmine. She felt bad for accepting it, but a part of her was happy that he even wanted to give her something this valuable. Jasmine wanted to know more about his parents, and hoped that she would find out more that night. Smiling at the thought, she opened it, sighing at tiny tube-like cylinder which was called a cryptex. It had taken her weeks to crack the code and open it. Brantley had made it simple, but Jasmine made it harder on herself than what it was. Well, at least she finally opened it in time to give Brantley her answer and received a stunning dress.
Just as she closed the lid, all thoughts of Brantley stopped. She had to get ready. Taking her wand out, Jasmine twirled it around between her fingers before performing a simple drying charm. Her dark hair dried within seconds, before adding another charm that would make it curly. Smiling as it worked, Jasmine tugged at one of the curls, watching it bounce back into place. Wondering if her hair would either look good up or down, she bit her bottom lip in concentration. Deciding to keep it down, she set the wand down on the table, next to the box that held the cryptex. Once her hair was complete, Jasmine then began to apply only a tiny bit of makeup. She added only a little eyeliner with mascara, then finally a red colored lip gloss. Happy with the way her makeup looked, she then slipped into the beautiful berry colored dress. Smoothing the ends out so there weren’t any wrinkles she then pulled on a pair of berry colored high heeled shoes. Buckling the straps in place, she stood up from the bed, making her way to the mirror in the front of the room. Jasmine stared at her reflection wondering if it was really what she looked like. The dress was fitted perfectly, showing her slim figure nicely, and the color looked divine against her creamy colored skin. Twirling around once, the dress following the movements, she stopped, it still swaying slightly. Perfect.
Taking a deep breath, Jasmine left the dorm room, slowly heading down the stairs. Her dark hair bounced on her shoulders with each step. The dress also flowed with Jasmine’s body until she stopped at the end of the stair case. Noticing that Brantley was already waiting for her with his back turned around, she quietly cleared her throat. “Have you been waiting long, Monsieur?”
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Post by Brantley Chapman R7 on Feb 10, 2007 2:52:05 GMT
He ran his hand through his brown hair as he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look all that bad and Brantley was quite pleased with the casual but dressy look he had decided on. He wore dress pants, a dress shirt, but no tie of any sorts. He also wore a black jacket that matched his dress pants. Brantley didn’t like dressing up, but tonight was a special night and he had to look his best. He reached over and picked up the black velvet box that held the necklace he had gotten her. The necklace was of two interlocked circles of two different metals. The top circle was smaller than the bottom circle and was yellow gold while the bottom circle was white gold. Both circles were laden with perfect diamonds. He pocketed the velvet box and left the sixth year boys dormitory. Brantley fixed his jacket as he bounded down the stairs to the common room where he was supposed to meet Jasmine. It was still a bit shocking to him that she had accepted his invitation to the Valentine’s Day Ball. He had been prepared for rejection and he hadn’t the need for it. Brantley smiled and entered the common room with a bounce in his step. His eyes focused on the stair well that Jasmine would be descending from but then they flickered to a portrait on the wall.
Brantley turned his back on the stair well and looked at the portrait carefully. “Who are you looking at with those telescope eyes?” Brantley jumped back a little, his hands in his pockets. The portrait was of a man who looked to be in his late thirties. He had a full head of hair and glasses that hid his green eyes. Brantley apologized quietly, as his eyes adverted down to the ground. Only one person had used the term telescope eyes to describe his eyes, and that was Caitlin Martinez a girl in his year that he had saved from the icy depths of the lake. The man in the portrait snorted and then looked Brantley up and down, “Big ball tonight, eh?” Brantley nodded and looked down at his shiny dress shoes. “Well, don’t make a fool of yourself.” He mumbled a thanks and then turned around when he heard the rustling of a dress. Jasmine cleared her throat and then asked if he had been waiting long. Brantley just stood there, looking at her. With a charming smile, he took a step forward and kissed her cheek. “Not long at all, well, long enough for the portrait behind me to criticize me.” He chuckled and then held out his arm for Jasmine to take. “Let’s see what this ball is all about?”
They left the common room and made their way to the Great Hall. When they entered, Brantley’s eyes immediately flew to the half of the room that held mist, wondering what that was all about. Dumbledore then welcomed them and explained everything before leaving the ball to begin. Singing and dancing as if they were in a musical? Brantley smiled secretively at the thought. It would be quite amusing to see what Jasmine felt or thought. He looked at Jasmine, “Have I mentioned how breathtaking you look tonight?”
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Post by Jasmine Anderson on Feb 11, 2007 20:50:40 GMT
Jasmine smiled as she felt relieved for not keeping Brantley waiting too long. Turning around to look at the portrait with the old man, she rolled her eyes at it. She remembered in her first year when it had yelled at her for staring at it too long. “Yes, he quite an outspoken guy. A bit shy as well,” she said, looking back at Brantley before turning around to stare at the portrait as it spoke. “No, I just rather prefer people not stopping to stare at me. I also was just giving out some good advice.” Jasmine smiled, biting her bottom lip from laughing. Looping her arm through Brantley’s, she allowed him to lead through the portrait, out of the common room. The back of her heels clicked against the stone flooring, as the dress ruffled with each step. Jasmine felt…different. She never wore anything like ball gowns, only if Hogwarts was holding a sort of fun ball for the school. That was only once a year, because the Halloween Ball didn’t count, and that was for dressing up as anything anyone wanted to be. Jasmine wasn’t the ball or parties type girl. She would rather spend a night in the common room alone, but something about the Valentines Day Ball made Jasmine want to go. Maybe it was Brantley. Who knew?
They entered the great hall where Professor Dumbledore explained everything. Jasmine’s hazel’s eyes gazed at the mist, wondering if it was too late to turn back now. Glancing over at Brantley she smiled. Yep it was too late. Maybe they could just stay away from the magical mist. When Brantley complimented on how she looked, Jasmine looked down at the ground briefly, before looking back up. “Thanks. Ellie is a girl of many talents,” Jasmine said, a small smile on her face. Her arm slipped out of Brantley’s, reaching up to smooth down his collar. She took a step closer to him, both of her hands smoothing out the cotton material. “You don’t look bad yourself, Mr. Chapman. You clean up quite nicely.” Jasmine’s hands slowly went down his arms, her hand clasping gently onto Brantley’s. “How about we get something to drink? A snack maybe?” Gently tugging on his arm, she led the way around the dance floor to where the drinks and snacks were out.
Taking two cups from the stack, she filled them up with some butter bear. Turning around to hand the second cup to Brantley, Jasmine brought hers up to her lips, taking a sip. Her hazel eyes watched the dance floor. Couples were already singing and dancing as if it were natural. Gazing over toward Brantley, Jasmine smiled before taking another sip, her stomach too nervous to take anything like food. “You know, its not too late to turn back.”
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Post by Brantley Chapman R7 on Feb 13, 2007 1:57:22 GMT
Brantley chuckled, “Yeah, but she uses them for evil, never for good. Except for that dress, though I did have to pay her quite a sum of money to get her to make it.” His eyes sparkled, “It was worth every penny.” Jasmine smoothed out his collar and Brantley kept a small smile on his face. “Well, I thank you, mademoiselle. I think I pale in comparison to your elegant beauty, but I’ll take the complement.” Soon she was pulling him over to the table and he could tell she was nervous. His nerves had calmed down once he had seen her. It was Jasmine, the girl he had been able to have a good conversation with. Someone who understood him. There was no reason to be nervous around her. Still, just the mere mention of food and Brantley’s stomach did flips. He couldn’t think of food, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to keep it down. Nonetheless, he took the glass of butterbeer that Jasmine handed to him and took a drink. He followed her eyes to the dance floor and wondered what would come out of her lips if they stepped into the other half of the Great Hall.
“Turn back, Mademoiselle? I think not,” with a grin on his lips, Brantley took another drink of his butterbeer before taking hers and putting it on the table beside his. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the other side of the Great Hall. They were standing on the edge of crossing over into the mist when Brantley squeezed her hand and took the step in. Immediately he felt a bit different, but not too much and the feeling soon subsided. Before he could control it, he twirled Jasmine out as music started around them. When she came back into his arms, Brantley smiled charmingly and started to dance as words poured from his lips. “It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I’m not the one of those who can easily hide. I don’t have much money but boy if I did, I’d buy a big house where we both could live.” The song was so familiar to Brantley, he had sung it only weeks before in his kitchen. It was different now, though, because he was singing it to Jasmine and meaning it.
“If I was a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show. I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do. My gift is my song and this one’s for you.” Brantley twirled her out again and then jumped onto one of the near by chairs, “And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it’s done. I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words… how wonderful life is now that you’re in the world!” His arms were outstretched and he jumped back down, pulling Jasmine to him again and twirling her around. His eyes were glimmering as he smiled and continued singing, “I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well, a few of the verses, well they’ve got me quite cross. But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song. It’s for people like you that keep it turned on.”
“So excuse me forgetting but these things I do. You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue. Anyway the thing is what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes that I’ve ever seen.” The music died down around him and he breathed heavily. That was quite an odd experience, but he couldn’t say he hated it.
((Your Song by Sir Elton John))
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Post by Jasmine Anderson on Feb 14, 2007 6:43:56 GMT
Jasmine’s gaze never left the misty dance floor as she watched each couple dance and sing. She didn’t understand the nervous filling that was beginning to swell in the pit of her stomach. Why was she so nervous about this one little thing? It could be just the idea if she did step into the mist, then she will sing about how much she liked Brantley. What if Brantley didn’t feel the same way? Then she would be making a completely fool of herself, singing her heart out to him. Though, Vanessa clearly thought different. If a guy took the time out of his life to take someone on a trail ride to secret place, and pay money for his sister to make a dress, then they were interested. Jasmine looked down at the dress smiling as she remembered Brantley saying it was worth every penny. Sighing at her thoughts, Jasmine took another sip of her butter bear, glancing over at Brantley. She didn’t exactly know what to say to him. Maybe she should tell him she felt uncomfortable going into the misty side of the dance floor. He could probably already sense that about her. Brantley understood almost everything about Jasmine. When he took the cup out of her hands and set it down on the table, Jasmine eyebrow rose slightly as he dragged her to the dance floor. She wanted to dig her heels into the ground and protest, but stopped feeling his hand gently squeeze hers. Taking a deep breath, she crossed into the mist with him, feeling completely different than before.
At once, music began to play around them and Brantley twirled Jasmine out from his arm. She spun back into them, setting her hands in the right positions she danced with him to the music. Brantley was singing a familiar song, the one he sung a couple weeks ago in his kitchen. When he twirled her out again, Jasmine stood there, watching as he jumped onto a chair. She could help but smile sweetly, her hazel eyes twinkling merrily at him. This was completely new to her. The whole singing like from a musical was. Jasmine had always wanted to be in a musical, or even have a guy sing his heart out to her. That was exactly what Brantley was doing, but why was she feeling the need to flee? When Brantley jumped back down from the chair, they resumed their dance, Jasmine completely enchanted by his voice. It was quite dreamy, with the right amount of highness mixed with tenor. It was just perfect, but to perfect to be true. Though, it was Brantley. A man of many talents.
When the music died down, Jasmine grinned at the breathless Brantley feeling completely over joy. She stood on the tips of her toes and was about to drop a kiss on his check, but stopped. Sighing, Jasmine turned around from Brantley, walking the opposite direction. When the music began to start again, something stopped her. Turning around, Jasmine smiled at him, her mouth opening to sing. “Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,” her voice ringed through the hall softly as she walked toward Brantley, the berry dress flowing her movements. “Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you.” Taking Brantley’s hands, Jasmine twirled around in his arm before jumping up onto a chair then the table outstretching her arms above her head. “And there's no mountain too high. No river too wide. Sing out this song, I'll be there by your side.” Jumping down from the table, she landed on her feet in front of him, taking his arms and wrapping them around her waist, so her back was turned against him. “Storm clouds may gather. And stars may collide. But I’ll….”
Stopping herself, Jasmine pulled herself away from Brantley. Her hand ran threw her hair curly hair as she regained control of herself. The music was slowly dying down and Jasmine smiled softly at him. “Um…That was….different.”
((Song is Come What May from Moulin Rouge))
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Post by Brantley Chapman R7 on Mar 5, 2007 2:01:47 GMT
Brantley tried to steady his breathing as he waited for Jasmine’s reaction. It wasn’t one he was expecting, and as she turned around and started toward the opposite direction, Brantley lifted his hand and was about to say something to stop her but he didn’t need to. Music had started again and in a moment Jasmine was singing. He watched her with a smile on his face, and when she jumped onto the table he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She hopped down and then wrapped his arms around her waist before ending the song. She pulled away from him, and said that it was different. The music was still playing though, and Brantley couldn’t resist. He reached forward and pulled her toward him. His crystal blue, telescope eyes, searched her’s. “But I’ll love you… until the end of time.” The words had just come to him, but they weren’t unusual nor were they new. He knew he had feelings for Jasmine, and if the feelings were as strong as he was singing… so be it. He couldn’t stop it, and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to. “Come what may!” Brantley drifted away from Jasmine, spreading his arms wide as the words and the music built up more and more.
“Come what may! Because I will love you until my dying day!” Brantley never let his eyes off Jasmine… and he wondered how she was taking the words that he was singing. He wondered if it was scaring her, and he was going to stop but he couldn’t… he couldn’t deal with it all bottled up inside. “Oh, come what may, I will love you.” Brantley took in a sharp intake of breath and closed the gap between him and Jasmine, taking her hand and pulling her toward him. “Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place…” The music started to die down, and as it did, Brantley’s eyes remained on Jasmine’s and then he did something that he didn’t feel compelled to by the music. He did it because he wanted to. Brantley kissed her. The music that had been playing was replaced by the cheesy romance music you heard in old films where there was this huge kiss at the end, but Brantley could hardly hear it. He pulled away and looked at Jasmine, waiting for her reaction. Something in his gut told him that she wasn’t going to take it well.
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Post by Jasmine Anderson on Mar 5, 2007 4:37:32 GMT
Jasmine ran her fingers through her dark curly hair as the music began to died down slowly around them. That was most definitely something that she had never experienced before, but she meant every word she had sang. If that meant that what she sang came from the heart, then Brantley had to feel the same way. That familiar feeling of running away soon began to rise from the pit of her stomach. Trying hard to fight the urge, Jasmine felt Brantley pull her close to him. His stunning blue eyes starred into her soft hazel ones as he sang the next line of the song. Did he really mean that? Taking in a deep breath, Jasmine watched as he drifted slowly away from her, his arms spread out going up with the music. Her mouth opened slightly for a second to sing, but that feeling in the pit of her stomach made her stop. A barely noticeable smile appeared on her face as he continued singing pulling her closer again to him. He had to mean it to keep going on. Jasmine couldn’t help but to stare right back into those blue eyes. Her hazel ones were searching inside his and just slowly, the feeling of running away began to vanish like before. It was amazing how Brantley could just do that one thing.
Then something completely unexpected happen. Jasmine felt Brantley’s soft lips on hers in a kiss. Her eyes were still wide open with shock as her body began to slowly overcome with numbness, until finally, her eyes closed. She wanted to kiss him back so badly, and wrap her arms around his neck, but couldn’t bring herself to do that. Jasmine’s eyes were still closed as Brantley pulled away. There was silence for a few moments, the only sound of the soft hum playing. “I’m really sorry….” She finally spoke, looking back into Brantley’s eyes. “I just can’t….” She felt hopeless. Turning around, Jasmine hiked up the end of her dress slightly, and ran out of the Great Hall, leaving Brantley behind. What was she doing?
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