Post by Jennifer Brooks on Nov 19, 2007 0:02:51 GMT -4
The time her Quidditch career lasted had left a few habits to Jenny that she now couldn't get rid of easily. Waking up early was one. For practice, she'd usually get up by seven in the morning and on her days off, it would be ten, at most. Even after quitting the team, during her N.E.W.T.S practice and finals, she would be up and running by eight or nine in the morning. And it certainly worked for her. At times, taking care of work proved harder than the most rigorous Quidditch training.
She had been about to enter the shower that morning, when her mother had pecked her on the cheek, said good bye, ran down the stairs and out the door and disappeared to work at the college. Earlier in the year she'd been made Head of the Art Department. They'd known it meant more work but were excited about it nonetheless and since Jenny was now only answering her friends mail regularly, they had been able to manage perfectly. Everything was brilliant.
Then the breakout happened, followed by Dark Mark sightings and bizarre disappearances.
It was hard to believe, really, after all these years. And it was her fourth year of school all over again, except without the Ministry pretending there was nothing wrong. No, this time, the British wizarding population had something bright to hold on to, what with Kingsley and Harry up there, the odds were that the chaos would end soon. At least, she liked to put it that dramatically.
What was also different this time was her involvement. Jenny was not kept in the dark this time and whatever the Golden Trio would come up with, she'd know about it. She would fight. Despite the objectives of her parents and friends.
She was headed toward the Leaky Cauldron, where Jenny had to get her school supplies for the next year, just having walked out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. The kids in the streets already had smalls brooms that floated a few inches above the ground. She could purse her lips, glare, tap her foot and put a hand on her waist... or remind the other kids of common manners. That would bring sense into them.
Yes, Jenny found herself adopting more and more of her mother's mannerisms and attitudes as time went on, too.
They were almost there. She'd had to ignore passing pleads of boys and sells people trying to get her attention. Perhaps later they'd go say Hi to some of the boys but now she was busy. The redhead had been looking down at her shoes, a steady gaze helped her keep her mind on the task at hand, and so she hadn't seen the person coming in the opposite direction.
She had been about to enter the shower that morning, when her mother had pecked her on the cheek, said good bye, ran down the stairs and out the door and disappeared to work at the college. Earlier in the year she'd been made Head of the Art Department. They'd known it meant more work but were excited about it nonetheless and since Jenny was now only answering her friends mail regularly, they had been able to manage perfectly. Everything was brilliant.
Then the breakout happened, followed by Dark Mark sightings and bizarre disappearances.
It was hard to believe, really, after all these years. And it was her fourth year of school all over again, except without the Ministry pretending there was nothing wrong. No, this time, the British wizarding population had something bright to hold on to, what with Kingsley and Harry up there, the odds were that the chaos would end soon. At least, she liked to put it that dramatically.
What was also different this time was her involvement. Jenny was not kept in the dark this time and whatever the Golden Trio would come up with, she'd know about it. She would fight. Despite the objectives of her parents and friends.
She was headed toward the Leaky Cauldron, where Jenny had to get her school supplies for the next year, just having walked out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. The kids in the streets already had smalls brooms that floated a few inches above the ground. She could purse her lips, glare, tap her foot and put a hand on her waist... or remind the other kids of common manners. That would bring sense into them.
Yes, Jenny found herself adopting more and more of her mother's mannerisms and attitudes as time went on, too.
They were almost there. She'd had to ignore passing pleads of boys and sells people trying to get her attention. Perhaps later they'd go say Hi to some of the boys but now she was busy. The redhead had been looking down at her shoes, a steady gaze helped her keep her mind on the task at hand, and so she hadn't seen the person coming in the opposite direction.
