Post by Jasper Kim on May 13, 2016 9:03:38 GMT -5
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The grand thing about the new year was that it overlooked Jasper's birthday. This was a sincere sentiment, as there was nothing more exasperating to the Ravenclaw than being bombarded with congratulations for something that simply wasn't a big deal to him. His birth? He's seen better. Jokes aside, he simply never had a proper birthday celebration, and therefore never developed an attachment to the date. He was older now, just as he was the day before. It made no difference, really, aside from being mailed a gift from his father (another blazer, gee thanks), and Ren showed his face for once (he pat Jasper's head in that patronizing parent-esque way that he secretly did appreciate).
But his birthday passed as any other day, and he nearly went out without a single good tidings from his peers. Of course, it was inescapable that people actually cared about him. In that sense, he couldn't help but be thankful. If he had a cake, he would have wished for them to have a good year. But that was cheesy, wasn't it?
Today was actually just any other day, though, his cynicism aside. He sat himself down at the Ravenclaw table, surrounded by quietly speaking housemates, and curtly began to set himself up. A plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and corn; a book on beginner's hanzi-- He promised himself he wouldn't dive into it just yet, but it was so brand new and begging to be read-- that he left untouched for now; and, of course, fresh parchment to take notes on. He enjoyed the buzz of the Great Hall, and remained completely unaware of the world around him. Of course, that wasn't always the wisest decision in such a hellish school of magic.
From another table, a large bowl of sweet potatoes landed with a sickening smack onto the table a few students over from Jasper. He hadn't seen where it could have been from, but things like this were... Generally started by Gryffindors, weren't they? If he wasn't being too presumptuous. Ravenclaws sat up in shock, murmuring and shrieking, scowling or turning pale. Jasper sighed and remained within his personal bubble, as this had nothing to do with him.
But then... Another glob was thrown in their direction. And it hit him right across his cheek, dripping from his glasses comically. Ah. Perhaps he was a bit too presumptuous, wasn't he? Seemed everyone had a sense of humor today.
Jasper rose from his seat, straight backed and stiff, black eyes looking to hunt down the source of this one sided food fight. No, he didn't plan on retaliating. But if someone showed up maimed, who could possibly pin it on him?
The grand thing about the new year was that it overlooked Jasper's birthday. This was a sincere sentiment, as there was nothing more exasperating to the Ravenclaw than being bombarded with congratulations for something that simply wasn't a big deal to him. His birth? He's seen better. Jokes aside, he simply never had a proper birthday celebration, and therefore never developed an attachment to the date. He was older now, just as he was the day before. It made no difference, really, aside from being mailed a gift from his father (another blazer, gee thanks), and Ren showed his face for once (he pat Jasper's head in that patronizing parent-esque way that he secretly did appreciate).
But his birthday passed as any other day, and he nearly went out without a single good tidings from his peers. Of course, it was inescapable that people actually cared about him. In that sense, he couldn't help but be thankful. If he had a cake, he would have wished for them to have a good year. But that was cheesy, wasn't it?
Today was actually just any other day, though, his cynicism aside. He sat himself down at the Ravenclaw table, surrounded by quietly speaking housemates, and curtly began to set himself up. A plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and corn; a book on beginner's hanzi-- He promised himself he wouldn't dive into it just yet, but it was so brand new and begging to be read-- that he left untouched for now; and, of course, fresh parchment to take notes on. He enjoyed the buzz of the Great Hall, and remained completely unaware of the world around him. Of course, that wasn't always the wisest decision in such a hellish school of magic.
From another table, a large bowl of sweet potatoes landed with a sickening smack onto the table a few students over from Jasper. He hadn't seen where it could have been from, but things like this were... Generally started by Gryffindors, weren't they? If he wasn't being too presumptuous. Ravenclaws sat up in shock, murmuring and shrieking, scowling or turning pale. Jasper sighed and remained within his personal bubble, as this had nothing to do with him.
But then... Another glob was thrown in their direction. And it hit him right across his cheek, dripping from his glasses comically. Ah. Perhaps he was a bit too presumptuous, wasn't he? Seemed everyone had a sense of humor today.
Jasper rose from his seat, straight backed and stiff, black eyes looking to hunt down the source of this one sided food fight. No, he didn't plan on retaliating. But if someone showed up maimed, who could possibly pin it on him?
for you!!! i tried to make it something ya'll can work with lmao xwx
