Post by Jacob Scarbore on Dec 9, 2014 5:19:40 GMT
It was not a common sight to see a Gryffindor roaming the dungeons, especially on the Slytherin's side, but well, Jacob was never too common at all. This particular lion was extremely hard to track, being he could be most anywhere with a sibling in every house and those contraptions he made out in the woods. Today though if one asked where about was Jacob Scarbore, one could tell you, why Slytherin of course. It was common knowledge how close the Scarbore siblings were, or rather how tyrannical the second eldest was. While Jem decided on what or activities they would do, could give advice and lend a listening ear, Joeseph made sure everything went smoothly. He picked, preened and watched the younger two like a hawk despite not getting on at all well with his sister. So every Saturday, when there was no school, Joeseph demanded Jill and Jacob's presence an hour or so before supper to check their homework, projects, marks over all and make sure they were reaching his and their mother's standards which was nothing below perfect. Jacob loved his brother, but this was just awful as he always stayed their later than Jill, she having done all her work perfectly while Jacob had no motivation to do it at all. So Joeseph quite forcibly made his little brother do it.
Just as Jacob was to begin his moaning and groaning, having just seen the tail end of his sister's long hair disappear behind the Slytherin common room entrance, the keen lion's attention was caught by something else. Hair all the same, but this hair was white and usually had another identical head right beside it. Jacob's eyes narrowed slightly, it was her, he could feel it. At least he was pretty sure it was here. The energy was the same. You tend to remember the feel of stuff like that after it forcibly invades your body. Of course now that her twin was back to normal, who's to say they don't have the same energy as well? Jacob didn't think about that though, no matter who it was, Daemok or Demok, Jacob would be having a word with them, though he'd prefer the witch.
Silently, he followed, not at all close behind her, just enough to see the top of her moonlight head. Jacob shook at that connotation he had made between her hair and moonlight, he didn't want that, he loved the moon, but even though she saved them in the end, the girl had gone after her own brother in the end, her own blood. It was the twins fault any of this had started in Jacob's oh-so-wise newly turned thirteen year old opinion.
Jacob followed until the stream of students was none existent and then he caught up to here, no longer feeling cowardly enough to hide himself from the sole female Rotburn at Hogwarts. He didn't say anything, just fell in pace beside her, but he knew one look at his face, the tautness of his jaw, the tenseness of his shoulders, the way his dark eyes had lost their warmth and turned cold to mirror that of Joeseph's, well there would be no mistaken what he was there to talk about and his feelings about it.
The Rotburn Twins
Just as Jacob was to begin his moaning and groaning, having just seen the tail end of his sister's long hair disappear behind the Slytherin common room entrance, the keen lion's attention was caught by something else. Hair all the same, but this hair was white and usually had another identical head right beside it. Jacob's eyes narrowed slightly, it was her, he could feel it. At least he was pretty sure it was here. The energy was the same. You tend to remember the feel of stuff like that after it forcibly invades your body. Of course now that her twin was back to normal, who's to say they don't have the same energy as well? Jacob didn't think about that though, no matter who it was, Daemok or Demok, Jacob would be having a word with them, though he'd prefer the witch.
Silently, he followed, not at all close behind her, just enough to see the top of her moonlight head. Jacob shook at that connotation he had made between her hair and moonlight, he didn't want that, he loved the moon, but even though she saved them in the end, the girl had gone after her own brother in the end, her own blood. It was the twins fault any of this had started in Jacob's oh-so-wise newly turned thirteen year old opinion.
Jacob followed until the stream of students was none existent and then he caught up to here, no longer feeling cowardly enough to hide himself from the sole female Rotburn at Hogwarts. He didn't say anything, just fell in pace beside her, but he knew one look at his face, the tautness of his jaw, the tenseness of his shoulders, the way his dark eyes had lost their warmth and turned cold to mirror that of Joeseph's, well there would be no mistaken what he was there to talk about and his feelings about it.
The Rotburn Twins
