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[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

Jezza wondered the dark grounds, her hood of her sweat shirt was up hiding her pale skin from the wind and rain. She was walking towards the Lake. She was going to face her demons. Rid the monster from her dreams. No more would Boar haunt her. It was going to far. She couldn't sleep any more, for fear of her nightmares. She couldn't even close her eyes. Enough was enough. She would go to the lake and stand there, if he didn't come up behind her or come out of the water, she would go to his grave and convince herself he was dead. She walked down onto the dock, quickly. Tears were rising in her eyes. She was tired.

Finally she reached the edge of the dock. She looked at the black water. Anger grew from inside of her. She didn't want to hate Boar, but she couldn't help the way she felt. She did hate him. For all the pain he caused her. When he was alive and now when he was dead. Jezza sighed and pulled down her hood. Then she grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it over her head. She stood with only her AC/DC t shirt. Her body was small. She wasn't cold at all though. Her anger made her warm. She stared at the black water. Tears finally fell from her eyes. She fell to her knees and let out a sob. She held her head in her hands. She grabbed the bottom of her t shirt, and pulled it over her head. She sat there in her white tank top. She ran her fingers along the long scar on her shoulder. The scar started from the top of her shoulder to the middle of her chest. She wondered how James could find her beautiful still. She pulled her feet around and untied her shoes and took off her socks. She moved close to the edge of the dock. She looked in the water and saw his face. "You don't scare me any more, you dead basterd!" She stood. "You won't haunt my dreams any more." She walked to the edge. She streatched her arms out wide. No more nightmares...no more. She moved the above her head. Took in a deep breath and dived.

The water hit her like tiny knives, peircing every inch of her body. Everything went through her mind. Thier first kiss, the way James grabbed her hand, the way he made her feel, how much he cared for her, but what pained her the most was remembering when he asked her to marry him and then the look on his face when she told him what happened, after his so-called friend, threw his fiance into the freezing lake. It pained her even more when she knew James had killed his old friend. But when Jezza would awake from her nightmares, he would hold her tightly to his chest and rock her until her tears would cease. She didn't know what she would do without him and she knew how much he loved her. She went pretty deep, when she couldn't breath any more she turned her body and swam upward. She broke through the surface. Her long hair was all around her face. Someone was standing on the dock, but she couldn't see who. It was too dark. Fear rose up in her. No...its not him, Jez, get a grip! She swam towards the dock slowly.

She reached the dock, she laid one hand on the side and pulled herself upward. The wind was cold, but the rain was colder. Her scar had turned white from the cold water it was very visible now. The person stood watching her. Finally she stood. Bitterness in her normally gentle eyes. She was angry with herself for being afraid. She didn't want to take it out on this person. "What do you want?" She cringed at the malice in her voice. "I'm...sorry, I didn't mean to be rude..."

[Adrianne Cohen]

Adrianne had been sitting in bed, trying to see if one of the other slytherin girls would wake up any time soon. They remained quiet and lightly snoring, of course, and this left her staring at the ceiling. Not that she thought any of those girls would want to have anything to do with her if they were awake (this group always struck her as materialistic, snobbish, catty, and judgmental. She didn't even know how she fit in with them, but she did.) Still, it would have been nice to know she wasn't alone.

She was the only real "night person" there. She never slept, except for small hour naps during the day, and on top of that- she couldn't keep still while she was awake. Usually, she could control it and make herself stick around. But that particular night, it wasn't happening. She had to get out and do something. Alright, then. she thought, I'll just sneak past and head outside the castle. Yeah, perfect. Walks always made her feel more in-tune with nature and herself, and they gave her an opportunity to think.

She dug through her disorganized pile of clothing and pulled out a frilly, knee length black skirt and a purple turtleneck. After dressing, she stuck her hair up into pigtails and headed out the door, zipping on her platform boots on the way.

She found it fairly easy to sneak past the adults patrolling the hallways after-hours. She wondered why, until she heard one of them complaining about how late it was. Her mouth twitched into a smile- People could compose themselves all they wanted, but in the end they all had some sort of weakness when it came to long hours and a lack of light.

She thought she would just walk a while, catch the beauty of the lake while the moon reflected into it's mirror-like surface, and then go back without saying so much as a word to anyone. She gave a relaxed sigh at that plan, which was cut off when she saw someone removing various pieces of clothing on one of the docks. She peered to see if she could catch a hint of a third person on the premises. If there was another, she was sure she would have to turn back or she'd be in for a sight she really didn't want to see. Yeah- she knew some of those gryffindor boys, thinking of one thing and one thing only. It made her cringe.

But there was no one but that single girl (she knew it was a girl because of the feminine shape of the silhouette). The unconventional slytherin found herself tilting her head to the side as she tried to figure out why this girl was pulling off a shirt at a time as cold and windy as this. What's this chick? Crazy? she thought. She watched a moment more. "Obviously the answer is yes." she said out loud to no one in particular.

The girl had dived into the ice-cold water. Adrianne shouldn't have had any concern at all for this person she didn't even know, but she just knew the girl was going to end up with hypothermia or something along that line. She seemed much to small to be immune to such a temperature, wet, with the wind blowing. Things started running through Adrianne's head and within a few moments, she'd completely lost focus on what she was doing and began running toward the dock.

She stopped at the edge just as the girl was coming out from under the surface. Adrianne said nothing, and her eyebrows raised in an amused manner at the angry voice that came from the other. For a moment, she mistaked this girl for one of her own house. But as soon as the appology came, she knew that assumption was wrong and there must be something very unpleasant bothering this one.

"I don't want anything. Well... Ok, except maybe an end to world hunger and deforestation. But hey, we can't all win, right?" she replied lightly, her New York accent almost as noticable as the day she'd first arrived in England. It always got like that when she was trying especially hard not to laugh or say something offensive. "It's no problem. Trust me, compared to some people you're doing pretty good."

She took another moment to look more closely at the girl, and her expression became one of confusion. "So did you get blown into to lake by the wind or are you just completely out of your mind?"

((Hope you don't mind me jumping in.))

[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

ooc: No! I'm glad, no one here freakin post any more and my Cammy can't get on a compy! so thank you!!

"So did you get blown into to lake by the wind or are you just completely out of your mind?"

Jezza smiled at the girl. "Well, I'd say probably out of my mind, but my husband would disargee." She looked up at the sky. The rain was coming down lightly, barely hitting her face. The moon peaked out from behind the cloud and it made her skin shine. Her scar glared from the light. Jezza shook her head and looked down. "I haven't been able to sleep for years. I have nightmares and...I can't take it any more, I feel like I'm going crazy, so I tried to face my fears and well yeah...it involed the lake." The girl was still lookiing at her like she was insane. She let out a stifled laugh. "I was almost murdered last year by one of my husband'd old friends. For some reason he thought I was stealing his friend, and I was standing down here waiting for James and then...he found me...Boar...he tried telling me that I was nothing compared to him and that I was dirt and a bitch...I wasn't afraid of him then, I didn't think he would hurt me," She looked up at the girl. "But he did," She moved her hair to let her see the scar on her shoulder. "He stabbed me and threw me in to the lake, that was last Febuary."

She sat down on the dock and stuck her feet in. The girl sat down next to her. She didn't know this girl and she didn't know what house she was in. She could tell that she was not from the UK on account of the unusually accent. Probably the states somewhere, she'd ask later. She pulled her feet up from the water, and watched as the girl's eyes widened as she saw the slimy green hand reach for Jezza's ankle. She cleared her throat. "So, I'm Jezza." She exeneded a hand. She smiled when the girl took it. She smiled. "Who are you? I don't really reconize you?"

[Adrianne Cohen]

As she heard the recollection of the girl's near-death experience, she nodded calmly as she remembered the reason she'd had to move to England to begin with. He expression became very sympathetic, for her anyway... it was a very subtle extpression, but one that said she understood what fear the girl might have and that she could say anything then without embarassment.

Adrianne knew what it was like to be knifed and left for dead, but she had no clue what it would feel like to have it done by someone familiar. Gangsters and criminals were everywhere and planned nothing. For all she knew, it could have been anyone in her position when it happened to her, but this Boar- he had coldly planned it and attacked the wife of his very own best friend. Had it been Adrianne in Jezza's place, she would have probably blacked out and he would have been dead and buried on the spot... not that she would reveal that little fact just yet.

She let out a low whistle when the story had ended and sat down at the same time Jezza did, crosslegged on the edge of the dock. She looked into the water and her hair fell into her face even though it was up. "Wow, I take back the 'out of your mind' statement. If someone I knew were ever to attack me, I'd surely be in the assylum. You've got a quality of strength different and more intense than anyone here, and it's something to be respected." She wasn't BSing to come off as more charming this time, she actually meant that compliment.

"So, I'm Jezza."the other said, extending her hand. Adrianne smiled a bit, Jezza was an interesting name. But she didn't take the hand just yet. She hesitated. Normally, Adrianne avoided any physical contact with people she didn't know, and this included handshakes. But, for some reason, her hand moved forward into Jezza's and she shook it, then let go.

"Who are you? I don't really reconize you?" Adrianne's small smile broadened at that. A lot of people who weren't in the Slytherin house had no clue who she was. "Name's Adrianne, or Elphie- whichever you prefer. The infamous oddball of the Slytherin house." she did one of those small, but not annoying, giggles and then shook her head. "People have this tendancy not to accept what they don't understand."

[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

"Wow, I take back the 'out of your mind' statement. If someone I knew were ever to attack me, I'd surely be in the assylum. You've got a quality of strength different and more intense than anyone here, and it's something to be respected."

Jezza smiled at her, and laughed a little. "Thanks, your the first person who's ever said something like that to me, and it's greatly apperciated." Jezza looked down at her feet and then sighed. "I almost, died twice last year, and then I lost my oldest brother. I think that because I got through John dying, I can get through anything." She looked up at the girl and blushed. "I'm sorry, I feel like I'm kind of laying everything out there."

"Name's Adrianne, or Elphie- whichever you prefer. The infamous oddball of the Slytherin house."

Jezza gave her a funny look. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to be rude, but I've never gotten along with Slytherins, but your differnt..." She turned to her and smiled. "I like you, but then again, I'm and oddball too, maybe thats why we get along."

People have this tendancy not to accept what they don't understand."

She smiled. "I know what you mean. I always get that feeling. I don't try to understand people. They bother me, and I mean, it's not that I'm anti-social or anything, but certain people just confuse me. There so complex, complex plus me don't go together." She laughed. Adrianne looked at her, all Jezza did was smile. "Wow, I think that cold water did something to my brain, I'm all insightful and stuff."

[Adrianne Cohen]

Adrianne shrugged. She wasn't surprised she was the first one to say something like that to Jezza- she was known for being the first one to say a lot of things to a lot of people. Most called it annoying, she called it open situational analysis. Though if she ever said that to someone, she might get another one of those 'uhhh..' looks that she just loved so much but was never in the mood for.

At the girl's appology, Adrianne shook her head habitually. "There's no need for 'sorry' here, Jezza" she said, "I actually like it when people go deeper into things than they need to- it's one of the many habbits you catch when you live with a psychiatrist."

The funny look she always got from people of other houses decorated Jezza's face when Adrianne introduced herself as a Slytherin. Oh, what a bad reputation her group had. In her head, she laughed. A sarcastic thought crossed her mind, Can't immagine why..

But she could, and she'd admit their faults. Many of them, including herself at times, where complete assholes to everyone who dared not meet their standards. They weren't all very nice people, but that wasn't the only side to any of them. Adrianne knew that- there were three sides to every person: the good, the bad, and the gray area. She liked that gray area.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to be rude, but I've never gotten along with Slytherins, but your differnt... I like you, but then again, I'm and oddball too, maybe thats why we get along." She thought about that, then gave up on trying to analyze Jezza's words. She smirked, "Yeah, maybe that's it...Well, at least now you can say there's one of us you don't detest." she answered, "I don't blame you for having negative feelings toward us, anyway. Half the time, we don't even like eachother."

Jezza agreed with Adrianne's next statement and spoke of how she lacked an understanding of people. Who doesn't lack an understanding of people? she thought.

"Wow, I think that cold water did something to my brain, I'm all insightful and stuff." Adrianne openly laughed at that. "There's nothing wrong with insightful. Maybe if more of us knew how to read into things and pull out opinions and knowledge, we wouldn't have so many problems forming from misunderstandings."She paused to look at the moon... for some reason, she was fascinated with it. "But if you don't want to be insightful," she continued, "I guess you should just.. not jump into an ice-cold lake in the middle of a November night."

Her attention then came back and she looked at Jezza with the usual calculating gleam in her eye. She flung her hair behind her shoulder and thought again- this Jezza did not look like the kind of person she would normally associate with. "Elphie- appearances are bullshit, and those who judge by them are feeble-minded Jackasses." She tilted her head subtly to the side- she always seemed to remember things Zevach said. Why didn't she pay attention to any of the other 10 siblings she had? Hm...

Your mind's drifting again.. She brought her attention back and smiled.

[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

"There's no need for 'sorry' here, Jezza, I actually like it when people go deeper into things than they need to- it's one of the many habbits you catch when you live with a psychiatrist."

Jezza smiled at Adrianne. "Yea, it's kinda nice for me to have someone to talk to. James knows everything that went on between me and Boar, and he's always there when I wake up from a nightmare, it's kinda nice really. He's a real sweety." She smiled at the girl and then looked at the lake.

"Yeah, maybe that's it...Well, at least now you can say there's one of us you don't detest. I don't blame you for having negative feelings toward us, anyway. Half the time, we don't even like eachother"

"I don't try to dertest any one, just don't get along with most slytherins...they've always been kinda rude to ma at least. Kind of sounds like the gryffindors. It' strange to watch them, because they'll be nice to certain people in their house but others they're just...well cruel. I don't like it..." Jezza never liked when people were mean to eachother. I'm this school, some houses it seemed like every man or woman for themselves, like the slytherins and gryffindors...but hufflepuff and rawenclaws were always looking out for each other. Always their for other people too. It was strange, she tried to help people when they were being mean to another person. Alas it didn't always help.

"There's nothing wrong with insightful. Maybe if more of us knew how to read into things and pull out opinions and knowledge, we wouldn't have so many problems forming from misunderstandings."

Jezza smiled and nodded in agreement, she was right. if people were more insightful. There would probably be less hurt feelings for one. There would be less people think that so many were odd and unusal, but then again that's what makes us unique. If theres only a few people who get one another, some we don't get at all.

"But if you don't want to be insightful, I guess you should just.. not jump into an ice-cold lake in the middle of a November night."

Jezza let out a laugh. " Yes, I suppose that might do it, but then again I'm kind of a poet, so that means in the middle of the night, my mind starts turning and it makes me wanna write, or I'll be laying in James' arms and I'll stare at the ceiling, just thinking abot anything and everything, my mind is strange..." She laughed again

[Adrianne Cohen]

"Yes, I suppose that might do it, but then again I'm kind of a poet, so that means in the middle of the night, my mind starts turning and it makes me wanna write, or I'll be laying in James' arms and I'll stare at the ceiling, just thinking about anything and everything, my mind is strange..."

Adrianne had a weird feeling about the way Jezza talked of this husband of hers. Where her mind was coming from, it wasn't a very smart or logical move to commit to someone this early in life. She didn't know of anyone who had done it sucessfully and she wouldn't lie to herself and say she could. There were always some sort of factors influencing one's priorities at their point in life as it stood. This girl, she wasn't realistic as Adrianne had already suspected. She had a downfall, and in Adri's opinion that downfall was having her head too far in the clouds. Jezza was kind and a good person, no doubt, but she seemed almost naive.

She commited her thoughts to memory so she may ponder them later and decide just how close she could allow herself to get to this person- she did that with everyone, evaluate the hell out of them. That's part of the reason everyone seemed to have this love-hate attitude toward her. Adrianne was so random and amusing in that quirky way of hers that people just had to like her, but they couldn't stand the level she'd go to when figuring them out. She smirked a bit for no reason at all, then noticed she hadn't answered yet.

"Ah, see... To be honest, I don't think you know half of what 'strange' is to most people. And if you ask me, normality is strange. Who on earth wants to be normal, besides some of those excessively annoying squeaky Gryffindor girls?" She said, with a hint of annoyance mixed with her usual thoughtful tone. "The truth is every teenaged girl is a poet... some of us just don't know it yet and others have no damn clue how to use that little universal gift of ours."

She swung her legs over the dock and her large platform boots made a loud clunking sound on the wood. She sat there for a moment before she picked up a flat stone and skipped it across the lake, just to see if it would trigger any further thoughts in that jumbled mess her head used as a mind- not to use that in a depressive way, no. Adrianne was one of the happiest people out there, she just couldn't remembe a time when she'd had a straight thought without having it lose momentum to another, completely random, one. That was the method behind her short attention span and out-of-place wisdom. For someone so young, Adrianne knew a lot that she probably shouldn't, and she understood the importance of every bit of information she took in.

As she watched the ripples disperse, she shook her head. "And now... I've got nothing." she said, referring to her running out of philosophical (or any) remarks.

[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

"Ah, see... To be honest, I don't think you know half of what 'strange' is to most people. And if you ask me, normality is strange. Who on earth wants to be normal, besides some of those excessively annoying squeaky Gryffindor girls?"

Jezza smiled at this remark only to stare that the water. She kind of thought it was funny, that this girl knew so little of how many people actully wanted to be considered normal. " There's actully a lot of people who wish to be normal. I wanted it when I was young, when my mother died. My brother was bitter, and blamed me for her dying, all I wanted was to have her back. I didn't want to be a witch, I wanted to be a NORMAL elevan year old girl." She looked down at the water again, thinking of John.

"The truth is every teenaged girl is a poet... some of us just don't know it yet and others have no damn clue how to use that little universal gift of ours."

Jezza laughed at her. "So your saying that everyone one is a poet, but some just don't know how to put the things they see or feel into words?" She looked up at her giving her a weird smile. "So you write? Do you write stories or poems, do you think you would understand any of mine if you read them? It takes a poet to get another poet. Why do you think so many people hate poetry with such passion?" She smiled and looked up at the sky. I wish some of these people would start to understand...She jumped at the sound of Adrianne's boots. Loud noises still startled her. She shook her head and watched the ripples in the lake as Adrianne threw the rock.

"And now... I've got nothing."

She smiled and shivered. "It's gonna rain again soon." She stood and went over to grab her sweat shirt pulling it over her head. She sighed looking up at the clouds. "Sometime I wish I was a cloud, then I could go anywhere, no worries." She looked at Adrianne and smiled. "I thinnk you should learn to be a little more optimistic. Seriousness isn't good for that soul, or the imagination, thats why some people will never find there poet. Because the worlds to serious, kid are acting like adults before their 7. World needs to lighten up."

[Adrianne Cohen]

Listening to Jezza again, Adrianne readied herself to have dreams of hanging people and piles of burning bodies. Since they'd started talking and Jezza had begun layout out her life, everything that was said had to do with someone dying or a hardship... It was almost disgusting, and it made Adrianne feel a blackout coming on.

No, she couldn't let that happen. Bad things happened when Adrianne went into blackouts. Some people described her as a "dark witch" after seeing her in one, and she hated the amount of time it took her to redeem herself.

But there was a positive side to Jezza's speaking- it left a lot of room for Adrianne to put in vague statements about people in general then move on to a different topic. It left no room for her to talk about herself, which was good. She hated people understanding all the sides to her personality before she understood theirs. It drove her nearly to insanity when people tried to act as though they knew her better than she knew herself, she wouldn't stand for it. Her head tilted. Yes, for all its negativety, this was a very lucky conversation indeed.

"So you write? Do you write stories or poems, do you think you would understand any of mine if you read them? It takes a poet to get another poet. Why do you think so many people hate poetry with such passion?"

She gave Jezza a droll stare. She didn't mean for it to be rude or anything... she just wondered why this girl continued to play the 'no one understands me' card. It didn't seem like she was all that deep. And sure, Adrianne played that same card, but only when people shouldn't understand her. It wasn't like Adrianne put it all out there for anyone, but she didn't pretend to be deep and mysterious either. If people knew her, they were expected to understand her. If people didn't, they were expected to be blissfully unaware of Adrianne as a whole.

She raised her eyebrow. "What? You think me saying something implies that I don't include myself in the statement?" she shook her head, "I understand poetry easily, but I don't write anything that's not a mandatory essay. I express myself through dance and dramatics. I haven't got the attention span to put anything in words... when I try, it becomes a random jumbled mess until finally there's no longer a point to it."

"It's gonna rain again soon. Sometime I wish I was a cloud, then I could go anywhere, no worries." Oh, Merlin's pants, the water's gone to her head again... she wants to be a cloud. Adrianne said none of that out loud.

"I thinnk you should learn to be a little more optimistic. Seriousness isn't good for that soul, or the imagination, thats why some people will never find there poet. Because the worlds to serious, kid are acting like adults before their 7. World needs to lighten up."

She actually cut Jezza a glare at that. The feeling of a blackout coming on made her slightly irritable, but that was easy to hide... until someone said something that sounded like a criticizm or an order- then it was easier for her to snap. That, for some reason, sounded almost like a cross between the two, and she couldn't help but answer it while trying to keep herself from going off like a bottle-rocket and hurting someone. This was odd, these things usually only happened when she was alone. She had to warn this girl, just in case.

"Listen up, that's a little close to my line so step back. I'm not perfect, Jezza, and I've got this serious imbalance that pisses me off at random to begin with." she stopped, and decided to answer a question before it could be asked, "That's as far as I'm elaborating on it... but if you'd like this conversation to continue without having any harm done to you, I've got a suggestion for you- don't make any more suggestions about what I need to learn to do. Later, fine, it'll be no big deal... but right now I'm pretty capable of maiming someone and not even remembering what happened."

She stood up and sighed, almost with relief. Good, that's off your chest. she thought to herself. She hated saying it, but all the negativety... it sometimes made her literally crazy and she hated to have people unaware.

[Jezza Anita-Ann Brendon]

Jezza could feel Adrianne's rage from where she was standing. It made her smile. She wasn't going to be afriad of people any more. She like to anger some people just to see thier reaction, just as her brothers and dad use to do to her, just to see her power. She had done it to Michael more then onces. People do it all the time, pick on eachother, just to get a reaction. I wonder what happen's when they don't get a reaction? But she knew. That's when rape and murders happened.

"Listen up, that's a little close to my line so step back. I'm not perfect, Jezza, and I've got this serious imbalance that pisses me off at random to begin with. That's as far as I'm elaborating on it... but if you'd like this conversation to continue without having any harm done to you, I've got a suggestion for you- don't make any more suggestions about what I need to learn to do. Later, fine, it'll be no big deal... but right now I'm pretty capable of maiming someone and not even remembering what happened."

She stopped and listen to the girl ramble on about getting ready to hurt someone. All Jezza did was turned and smiled at her. It wasn't her usual happy smile either, it was more of a challenge smile. "The meaning of the word suggestion, is give advise which one person may guide the thoughts, feelings or behaviour of another, and that doesn't mean you have to take my advice. I was just stating my opioin. You don't have to follow it." She picked up her clothes and put them in her pocket. "All I'm saying is I've seen too much hurt, that I'm tired of it. I probably sound redundent too, but I could really fucking care less." It was not often Jezza swore, and if she did, it was never a word like that, but Ardianne's attitude was starting to piss her off too. She felt like this girl was doing nothing but mocking her, and she didn't like it.

"If you want the converstaion to end then the converstaion is over." She turned to her and watched as Adrianne grasped her head. "I don't know what's wrong with you right now, but I'm not about to find out. I don't need to be maimed again." She let out a stifled laugh. Jezza felt slightly discusted with herself tonight. She was so bitter. A song popped into her head. Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly, they go to a lake of fire and fry... She smiled and turned. "I would help you but, you won't tell me what's wrong. So I can't." She looked up at the sky feeling the rain hit her face. "I told you it was going to rain." She looked at Adrianne. "You want me to leave then?" She didn't want to fight with this girl. She could put up a hell of a fight, but she didn't want to tonight.