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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 16, 2009 14:09:04 GMT -5
He'd never been a morning person.Waking before noon seemed unnatural and perverse. Not that there was anything wrong with unnatural and perverse, normally. He thrived on that sort of thing, really. An irritable sigh left him as he pushed into the cafeteria, long fingers tugging through his dark sable hair. A sure sign that his waking mood hadn't brilliant even considering his usual moody nature.
At the very least, it was quiet and blessedly so. The first years hadn't made it in to breakfast yet, and the few students present were either eating quietly or concentrating on a few last details of homework that they'd missed. Jude ignored them all; rather he was zoning in on the feast set up at his house's table. And his usual seat that he guarded almost possessively. It was a good spot, one that he'd claimed since first year and wasn't apt to give it up anytime soon.
The seventh year prefect settled and began to place food upon his plate; a variety of fruit, cream cheese bagels, eggs, and bacon his choice for the time being. That, along side some juice, and he was at least content to sit and eat. Something he did with perfect manners despite his unorthodox appearance. When one came from a socialite, rich, and very old wizarding family it was second nature.
At the moment, he wasn't quite sure what the day would hold. He had studying to do, and needed to visit the library after his classes were over. And then he did have work. Jude enjoyed keeping busy, most of the time.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 16, 2009 22:04:09 GMT -5
Rena entered the cafeteria in a very good mood. Normally, the fact that she was up so early would annoy her, yet today she was feeling unusually refreshed at such an early hour. She walked passed all of the house tables, waving to a few people she recognized here and there. Despite what many people thought, she wasn't that much of a bitch. Only if she didn't like people.
Looking around for somebody to sit with, she picked her destination; with Jude Sinclair. She didn't know him that well, but they had shared some shifts at work together. She walked over casually, and took a seat next to him, noticing his large amount of food. "You know, if you keep eating like that, you might get fat and really unnatractive" she said, taking a yellow apple from the basket next to her, flicking her wand carelessly as the apple sliced itself.
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 16, 2009 22:42:13 GMT -5
He'd been determined to eat, and leave. It was quite a simple goal to have, and one that he embraced fully. Especially considering the fact that he wasn't necessarily social on a good day. There was to much idiocy among the student body and his patience didn't extend very far. A bit of fruit, a sip of juice, repeat. Slow, deliberate, but purposeful. As was everything that he did.
And then, there was someone sitting next to him. A glance to the side told him just who it was. Sarena Rockwell. He didn't know her; to be honest that wasn't saying much. However, the very first thing out of her mouth made his brow arch upward, "You know, if you keep eating like that, you might waste away and wouldn't that be unattractive?" He returned immediately, flicking a dubious amber eye to her choice in breakfast.
There weren't many that knew how to take Jude, at least on a personal level. His voice carried the faint twang of a french-cajun accent to it that was indicitive of a New Orleans, Louisana raised boy. "I'd rather die fat than starve...." He added, caustically. Though there wasn't ever a chance of him getting overweight.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 16, 2009 22:51:27 GMT -5
"You know, if you keep eating like that, you might waste away and wouldn't that be unattractive?" she smirked at this comment, not bothering to say anything as she nibbled on her neatly sliced apple. Then he was babbling on about rather being fat. What?
That was actually something Rena was always worried about; without her looks, she was nothing. Well, she did have a pretty kickass personality. But personality didn't matter in Sarena's world. It was all about looks.
"So your saying you would date a fat chick?" she said, raisind her perfectly manicured eyebrow.
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 16, 2009 23:10:12 GMT -5
He snorted; a clear and derisive noise. "I wouldn't touch anyone I considered less than perfect..." A rather vain truth, but there it was. Appearance was something to be valued, in this day and age. Just because he'd said he'd rather be fat and not starve to death, didn't mean he'd accept anything less than appealing in a partner. And that was something he was rather blunt about.
Odd, that he was conversing with her so easily. Albeit, rather sarcastically and in his moody nature. But that was about as much as one would get with him. Particularly when he didn't really know them well to begin with. Never the less, he took a bite of bagel; a careful eater, he was particular about not making a mess. Habit, from home, really. Thoughts of that particular place, however, were as always kept at bay. Unless he had to, he wouldn't even speak about his family.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 17, 2009 19:23:21 GMT -5
Rena continued to eat her apple carefully, trying not to make a mess. She hated mess, and hated looking out of order. Some might say she was uptight about her appearance, but it was just very important to her.
"I wouldn't touch anyone I considered less than perfect..." she heard him say, and the smirk still lingered on her pretty face. She thought about this for a second; she could turn the conversation into a more...fun and interesting direction.
"So what would you consider me then?" she asked, genuinely curious. He seemed rather picky, and Sarena wasn't the type who took rejection well.
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 17, 2009 19:50:47 GMT -5
The question caught him off guard, and his head tilted off to the side as he considered it. Amber eyes, that borderlined on golden studied her; from head to toe and then back again as if he'd just noticed her for the first time. "Your perfect." He replied with a shrugg."But I'm sure you know that..." A little smirk teased the corner of his mouth, while a dark brow rose upward ever so slightly.
Just because he chose not to socialize often, didn't mean he was blind. Had he taken the time to look, he would have noticed her. But at the same time, he didn't know her, so accurage judgements were based purely on appearance. And Jude knew from experiance if one didn't have a personality to match they were useless. However at the very least, she'd kept up a small verbal spar.
And that already earned her a few points. There weren't many he could tolerate long enough to do that.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 17, 2009 20:03:16 GMT -5
"Your perfect." she heard him say and she looked down, trying very hard not to blush. Sure, she knew guys thought she was attractive, but she could never recall anybody calling her perfect before.
She finished her apple, and still felt dissapointingly hungry. "You know, your not so bad yourself." she said with a smile. She looked around the table for something more appetizing to eat, and her stomache grumbled as she got a whiff of some nearby bacon. She took a few peiced and put them on her plate.
"Would you still think I'm perfect if I ate thise?" she said, ripping a strip of bacon in half a plopping a peice in her mouth.
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 17, 2009 20:13:37 GMT -5
She was terribly concerned with her appearance, wasn't she? But that was the way with most purebloods. He was no differant, though his style probably differed quite a bit from the style of others. And naturally it wavered according to occasion. But that was neither here, nor there. Jude took a sip of juice, before responding to her question, "No, my opinion would change just like that..." His response carried a touch of sarcasm to it, and a touch of ill humor. He did tend to find amusement where others wouldn't normally.
"Its just food...your not going to turn into a yeti because you ate a piece of bacon..." Jude paused, "Well, at least not as long as its not cursed bacon..." Because you couldn't underestimate anything in the magical world. He knew that better than anyone. "Your still going to be beautiful, if you eat your feel." A bit blandly said, but never the less, it was an honest and quite blunt opinion. One that spoke vollumes about how he felt on the matter.
As long as you knew your limits, there wasn't anything wrong with actually eating. You weren't suddenly going to get fat or explode unless the food was spelled for it. And then, well, you were just on your own. Because in all likely hood, unless you earned Jude's loyalty, he wasn't going to bother dirtying his hands for you.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 17, 2009 20:25:51 GMT -5
"Thank you" she said, finishing her second peice of bacon. He had seemed almost bored while saying it, but a compliment was still a compliment, and she wasn't going to be rude.
She waited a few minutes while she ate politely, consuming about five strips of bacon. How could something so gross be so delicious?
"So why were you all alone?" He did seem kind of like the loner type. They were in the same year, same house, but why hadn't they ever took notice to each other? Was it because they were both busy with other friends? Rena kinda doubted for a minute if he even had any friends, he seemed like the loner type. Not that that was a bad thing.
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 17, 2009 21:03:44 GMT -5
"No problem." He answered, a small crooked smile lofting up one side of his mouth. He'd much rather be blunt than beat around the bush. It wasn't as if he was was signing himself up for anything by admitting that she was beautiful. Jude had spoken the obvious truth, and for those blind enough to miss it...idiocy did tend to run rampant among the masses. More of his breakfast was picked at without actually eating much of it; his lean frame relaxed and comfortable.
"Why not? It saves me from being bombarded by...." His voice drifted off a moment, as his gaze shifted toward a pair of second years who came into the cafeteria about that time. Giggling, bubbly, talking about something innane. "That..." Jude gave a small shrugg, as he turned his attention back to Sarena.. "I've never been close to anyone here..." Because while he could cut loose when he wanted to, there'd never actually been a single person he could tolerate long term.
In fact, it hadn't ever even mattered which school he went to. As long as he wasn't at his family home, he didn't much care. Time away from his father was a blessing in disquise, though he'd never admit it oud loud. If not for his little sister, he'd not go back period. Or at least, that was what he liked to think.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 17, 2009 21:18:42 GMT -5
Rena rolled her eyes as a group of giggling obnoxious younger students walked by. She had never been so immature back then. She had been mature her whole life, something she took pride in. Many people always thought she was older than she really was, despite her lack of height.
"So you've never had a best friend before?" she asked, incredelous. She didn't know what she would do if it weren't for her two best friends, Sky and Jess. They meant everything to her. How could he be so detached?
"You know, you should hang out with us one night. Go out and party, get smashed."
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 17, 2009 21:32:55 GMT -5
"No...I've never had a best friend...." He replied, half wondering why that was so shocking. It wasn't as if he went out of his way to socialize with people. There were individuals that feared him, not that he did anything to discourage it. And there were people that respected him. But a best friend was someone you trusted, and trust was something to be earned. No one had done that.
Absently, he ran his tongue against his teeth as he considered her offer. Partying was something he did know how to do, and getting smashed...well, they'd probably see an entirely new side of Jude that was unexpected. If he managed to get there, that is. It took a bit more to get him to that state than most wizards or witches. "Why not?" He finally said, his head tilting back toward Rena. "It could be interesting. Let me know when, hm?"
That was said, with a little lifting of the corner of his mouth. One that, no matter how minute, brought warmth to his near golden gaze. Though, whether that was intentional was anyone's guess. Including Jude's, as he didn't seem to notice it over much.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 17, 2009 21:48:01 GMT -5
Rena felt her face light up when Jude said he wanted to go partying with her and her friends; partying was something Rena was amazing at, and it was just so damn fun. She watched the side of his mouth turn into a smirk for about the tenth time, and she took a minute to study his face. He was quite handsome. She just wished he would open up to her more. Maybe after she got some firewhiskey into him.
"You know, your eyes kinda remind me of honey."
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Post by Jude Sinclair on Aug 17, 2009 22:13:25 GMT -5
Her face lit up, and he had to muse over the fact that she managed to be even prettier. It wasn't something he normally paid mind to. But then, spending this much time talking to anyone was extremely rare. He just didn't. But Sarena, well, he was beginning to like her quite a bit. At least, what he'd seen thus far. Partying, well, he'd see how that went. But at the least, he was open to the idea.
Her comment however, threw him off kilter. "Honey?" He repeated, questioningly. "I think there weird..." He didn't like his eyes, because they came from his father's side of the family.However, Jude wouldn't seem displeased with the comparison. Honey wasn't a bad thing; they could be called worse. And he thought perhaps she was trying to give him a compliment.
Never the less, it produced an expression that was closer to a real smile. Even if he didn't direct it at anyone else.
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