Afternoon Chaos ||AMELIA||

[JASPER NEPTUNUS FLINT]

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It was good to step foot into Hogsmeade again. It had been quite a long while since Jasper had been here. Six, maybe seven years. Yet not much had changed in the village. People hustled and bustled from shop to shop and up on a hill in the distance stood Hogwarts. Jasper stood in the middle of the street, looking up at the magnificent castle. She was probably in there. Probably marking homework or relaxing in the professor's lounge, either way, she would know by the end of this weekend that he was back and that she was in trouble.

Jasper turned about and made his way towards the Three Broomsticks. His mood was surprisingly light as his feet trod the path they had once been so familiar with. That alley over there, between those two houses, he'd had her up against the wall there, kissing and grabbing at her waist before they'd moved on to more private settings. The shop door up there, he remembered the look she'd given him as they passed through. She was leaving the shop and he'd gone in, just so he could brush up against her through the open door. Hogsmeade held so many memories for Jasper, fun ones, good ones, but it was also a very bitter reminder of a time he had been truly happy, and now? Well her children were probably at Hogwarts now, if not they would be here within next years intake.

Jasper would have been a good father to those children, he had promised to care for all of them, herself and her children and love them all unconditionally. Jasper was a man of his word but she had tried to break him, she had lead him on and made a fool out of him. He had been eighteen when they had split, when she had torn his heart out with her words. He had pleaded and begged her to run away with him, he could have looked after them all, but instead she chose a life of monotony over love. He remembered what he'd yelled at her, "You'll regret this! I'll make you pay if you don't stay with me." And she was gone, he'd not seen her since.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Jasper walked into his destination. It was bustling with patrons and Jasper made his way to the bar, he placed his order and slid his silver across the counter before receiving his order. He looked about and leant on the bar, this weekend was going to be a good one.

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tag: Amelia Grace Marshall
wearing: The only outfit he really has.
comments: Yayyyy!! Looking forward to this! <3[/justify]

[AMELIA GRACE MARSHALL]

Amelia loved shopping for classroom supplies because that meant school was right around the corner. Tirelessly, the woman had spent her mornings, afternoons, and nights readying her room and planning lessons for the upcoming school year. The mere fact she could soon move into Hogwarts and escape having to 'discuss' her 'feelings' with Nicholas every single night was a blessing. Ever since her emotional breakdown five years ago, her husband had taken to keeping an eye on her, and she hated it. In fact she couldn't even leave the damn house without him wondering where she was off to. Their marriage was already loveless and had been loveless for the majority of their time together, so the fact he was suddenly caring now was so fake it made her physically sick to the stomach. Plus, she had no desire in attempting to make reparations to something that simply couldn't be repaired. If she didn't want what was best for her children, Amelia would have left him years ago. She would have taken her babes and ran as far away from him as possible, but fate wouldn't have it. Victoria and Caleb loved their father equally as much as they loved her.

A sigh escaped her lips as she walked through the streets of Hogsmeade. She had been at Hogwarts earlier, taking inventory and making note of what she needed to buy. It was tiresome, preparing for the school year, but it was better than staying at home. After she finished noting to herself what she needed, she decided to set out for an afternoon in town. As much as she appreciated solitude, it was nice to get some fresh air and be around people. She had stopped in different stores to look around, but she only bought things she needed. Mia liked window shopping from time to time, and that's what she did as she meandered around.

When she decided she had enough of aimlessly wandering around, she started walking towards the Three Broomsticks. The heat was starting to get to her, and she needed a drink, preferably something strong. That was another thing her husband had banned from their house, alcohol. Mia had taken to drinking in excess, and it made her extremely unpleasant to be around...more so than normal. Nicholas had said it was not a good environment for their children to have a mother who was constantly drunk, which she now knew was true but at that time she was too stubborn to care, and now there wasn't even a drop of firewhiskey in their house. By now she had come to her senses and had no intention of getting drunk every night, but her husband didn't believe her. If she wanted a drink, she had to come out and get it herself.

Once she reached her destination, she opened the door and went for the bar. She was so hot from the late August weather, and as soon as she was seated, she removed her blazer and got situated. Once the bartender's attention was at her, she ordered herself a firewhiskey and sat back. As her eyes scanned the room, however, her eyes locked onto a familiar face. Jasper. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she wondered if her were eyes fooling her. How could this be? Immediately her thoughts went to the past and a shiver went up her spine just thinking about it. In the years following their affair, Amelia had found it easier to suppress those thoughts, it made the pain a lot easier to take. But seeing him again and being in the same room as him again made her dizzy. She bit her lip nervously, wondering what to do. "Jasper?" she heard herself say, not entirely sure if her mind had given her mouth permission to say it. But that's what he did to her. He made her do things and feel things and say things her mind would normally prohibit.

tag: molls/jasper
wearing: this
notes: ugh i know!!!! this and this!!!

[JASPER NEPTUNUS FLINT]

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Pretty soon the school year would be starting. Jasper did not miss it. He had trained himself to put Hogwarts behind him, and his feelings for Amelia. It had been a relationship he had wanted so very much but it had turned out that the absolute love of his life was just a common whore. An absolute bitch. She'd ruined him for such a long time and now it was his turn to have his revenge. He had trained overseas for so long, bouncing from country to country, mentor to mentor and now he was back, strong will in place so that when he saw her again he would not cave, he would not give in. He wasn't back to give her another chance. He was back to make her life hell.

There were many alcoholic drinks to be chosen from in the wizarding world and quite a few of them had muggle origins. Jasper had chosen a scotch, aged 21 years. He had it neat and sipped carefully at it, enjoying the bitter taste that spread over his tongue and the burn that hit the back of his throat. It was a strong, searing sort of fire that hit his stomach and while most knocked back a drink like this, Jasper enjoyed the pain, it meant he was feeling something without an actual self-harm. Besides, there was no point wasting a good scotch, there was no point in ordering such a refined drink if you were just going to waste it.

The door opened and closed as patrons came and went. A figure sat a little further down the bar from where he was and so he waited before he looked up. He recognised that smell. It was her. Jasper turned his head slowly to look at her and he smiled. She looked good. Aged a little but good. No doubt he looked older. He'd been eighteen when they'd last talked and now he was a real man of twenty-four. Turning his attention back to his drink he just sat, smiling, thinking of all the things he was going to do to her, to her family. He was going to make every single one of them suffer, just for her, for what she did to him.

Jasper sipped some more at his drink, savouring the taste until he reached the bottom of his glass. He held it up high and let the last few drips enter his mouth. One drink would be enough, if he had any more there was no telling what he might do, he might ruin all his hard work of the past six years.

Almost as though he'd heard his name, Jasper looked up to Amelia. He got down off of his bar stool and closed the distance between them in a few determined strides. When he reached her he looked down at her on the barstool and put silver on the bar counter. "Please, allow me, Professor Marshall." He maintained eye contact, staring at her as though daring her to look away from his blue eyes. He wanted her to feel vulnerable in front of him, he wanted the power and he wouldn't allow her to have anything.

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tag: Amelia Grace Marshall
wearing: The only outfit he really has.
comments: Awww![/justify]

[AMELIA GRACE MARSHALL]

As her eyes scanned him up and down she noticed the changes. There was not much boy left in him that was for sure, he was a man. Amelia herself hadn't changed that much except for the slight weathering. It was common knowledge that once people reached a certain age, the physical changes weren't as intense. Jasper, on the other hand, was so different. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure if he looked well, and that worried her. Perhaps she had ended their affair, but that didn't mean she didn't care for him. During their time together she had grown to care for him a great deal perhaps even love him. If she didn't have two children with her husband, she would have gone away with Jasper without ever looking back. But she loved Victoria and Caleb too much to do that to them. Her children were her existence, and even though she cared for Jasper, she didn't love him enough to leave her family or take them away from their stability. It was quite clear that he wasn't able to understand her decision, and she couldn't really blame him. Love was blinding and it made people act like fools which was why she regretted allowing herself to give into the relationship in the first place.

Hearing his voice again as he paid for her drink caused yet another chill to run up her spine. When the bartender accepted the currency and placed her drink in front of her, she averted eye contact to take a sip of it before suavely looking back at him. His eyes were the same beautiful shade of blue, and for a split second she found herself lost in them the same way she had lost herself in them years ago. She tried her best to keep herself calm and collected. After all, people didn't intimidate her easily, or at least she was good at masking intimidation. However, being around him made her feel more vulnerable than she was comfortable and used to being. There was a slight hint of that in her own blue eyes, but only a master at reading people would be able to pick up on that.

Instead of succumbing to weak emotions, she stared right back into his eyes, her posture straight and dignified. She mustered an arrogant smile. Even if she was screaming on the inside, she wasn't going to let him see that. "Mister Flint," she started, her tone nothing but professional. "I trust you're well," she said before taking another sip of her firewhiskey, allowing her crystal blue eyes to immediately re-lock onto his. "All grown up I see," she said with a raised brow. The years they had been apart were slowly dissipating and becoming irrelevant, and so many memories were flooding her mind. Some of them good some of them bad, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant feeling either way. Amelia hated living in the past, but being so close to him after so many years made that nearly impossible.

tag: molls/jasper
wearing: this
notes: like i don't think i can contain these feelings

[JASPER NEPTUNUS FLINT]

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The things that ran around Jasper's mind were hard to suppress. He wanted so badly to kiss her, swoop her off her feet and take her away, even if it was for a day, but all the hurt she'd put him through he wouldn't forget, he just wouldn't let himself and so he stood, reminding himself over and over of what he'd been like the last time he'd seen her, the way he'd felt, the lives he'd destroyed because of her, pureblood, half blood, muggles, they all suffered equally when he was at his lowest point and he had come to the realisation that no one human was different. Everyones blood looked the same as they died, even the young ones bled a lot more than one would think.

Jasper just smiled politely, somewhat smugly as she spoke back. He took the time to lean casually against the bar. "Indeed, and I see you have aged quite beautifully, you barely look a day older than the last time we met." That was a little bit of a lie, she did look older, not a lot, but older. He had heard that she was still with her husband and in a way that was a relief to him, she hadn't run off with another man, because that would have hurt him more than anything. The thought that someone else was worthy to leave her husband for was like a knife stabbing him in the stomach. His heart no longer felt pain, it had stopped beating when he had believed Amelia had stopped loving him.

Amelia's blue eyes had always intrigued Jasper, they'd been one of his favourite features about her because he always felt that she knew what she was thinking, knew how she was feeling, but the years apart were now apparent to him, no longer could he tell what she was thinking, what she was feeling and this bothered him a great deal. He liked control these days, he enjoyed predictability because it put him in control, anything that resulted in a lack of control irritated Jasper and his temper was known to have flown out of control. Jasper had certainly been working on his temper since Amelia had dumped him like a stray pup but that didn't mean he didn't slip up when things got bad.

"Isn't it a little early for a Professor to be hitting the hard liquors? School hasn't even started and the sun is still up." He said, looking to her glass and then back to her. Perhaps she was having troubles, issues with her life. It would serve her right. The only man, the only pureblooded wizard to have loved her and promised her and her children the life the had once deserved, had been pushed back and knocked away by her uncaring attitude. They could have lived anywhere, done anything they wanted but she had just been playing him along like a child. Jasper wondered how many other boys she had strung along, boys that had been just like him. The thought made him angry to the depths of his stomach but he resisted the urge to just slap her across the face and then hold her tight and kiss her harder than she'd ever been kissed. No one had ever lit a passion in Jasper the way Amelia had, only now it was a clash between love and hate.

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tag: Amelia Grace Marshall
wearing: The only outfit he really has.
comments: He wants to hurt her for what she's done but he still wants to sweep her off her feet! Seeing her is making him so unsure of his feelings but he wont admit it to himself.[/justify]

[AMELIA GRACE MARSHALL]

Jasper had always made her feel extreme emotions, and while Amelia was not an emotional person, he had managed to break down that wall. It was a mystery to her actually, how a boy had impacted her so profoundly. She knew how wrong their affair had been, especially on her part. After all, she was a professor, twice his age, and already married to someone else. Mia had been tempted various times to betray her marital vows, but she never acted on those desires even if she wanted to. She was better than succumbing to primal emotion, and yet she had. The woman was still working out what made this boy-no, man-stand out from the others. She refused to claim it was love, that was such a childish notion, and Amelia was certain she was past the point of falling in 'love.'

Over the past years she had been positive all of those feelings had been obliterated, but she couldn't help but feel that tingling sensation in her stomach. She supposed they were called butterflies. He made her nervous even if it didn't show on her face, and she had the nagging desire to relight the passion they had used to share. It made her feel like a failure, wanting so desperately to be with him. After six years of suppressing her feelings, it was a low blow to only have them all rush back to her just because he was standing next to her. Unfortunately, despite how much she wished she could, Mia couldn't control how she felt all the time, and right now she couldn't.

She smirked when he commented on her beauty. Perhaps years ago that comment would have made her blush coming from Jasper, but now it was just an ego boost. "Thank you Mister Flint, but I am no longer your professor." she stated. "Sweet talking me isn't going to gain you a higher mark or less schoolwork," she said sarcastically. Amelia knew she looked older than she did when she was in her thirties. The emotional breakdown had aged her significantly but not to the point of haggardness. No, she still possessed a certain charisma and beauty, but she definitely looked older. Jasper, on the other hand, looked like hell yet she could still see aspects of the same handsome boy she had indulged.

A smoky laugh left her mouth at his comment, and she finished off her drink just to make a point. "It's never too early for a drink," she said with a wink. Before her life started falling apart at its flimsy seams, she never drank. She found drunkards repugnant, and she hated the feeling of not having control over herself. However, life began to get far too painful and difficult to live while sober, so she took to drinking to lessen the pain. It was getting better now, but she hadn't completely kicked the addiction. "It appears you don't have any intention leaving, so why don't you take a seat?" she asked with a raised brow. Her voice, however, was uncaring and apathetic. She wasn't entirely sure herself whether she wanted him to stay or turn around and leave, and she certainly didn't want him to assume she was trying to be warm.

tag: molls/jasper
wearing: this
notes: Awwww! She's in the same boat, only destroying Jasper is not on her agenda.

[JASPER NEPTUNUS FLINT]

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Jasper let a little chuckle leave his lips. She'd changed. He found her attitude quite daring but maybe she'd always been that way and he'd just never noticed, been too wrapped up in his hormones to really pay attention to what she was really like. She'd taken a student for a lover, surely that was daring. Jasper's teenage mind had not comprehended that, it had barely gotten used to the fact that he had the love of a woman, a beautiful woman at that. Or so he had thought, it had turned out he was naive and never really had the love he thought.

Jasper looked at the barstool that was just behind him, it was the closest one to her and he seriously considered sitting. He wanted to talk, catch up with her, see what she'd been up to and and go back to how things were. He'd of been happy just to be in her life, to still be able to touch the smooth skin of her thigh. All that was gone, for now, but he'd have her again someday. She would give herself over to him once more, he knew it, one way or another, she would be his and then the suffering would start. When she was happy, that was when he'd make her pay.

"That's a kind offer, Amelia," There was once a time that he loved being able to call her by her real name. Mia was nice but Amelia was nicer. It had been so strange to call a Professor by their real name but it had added to his excitement, the sense of foreboding intensified the passion. They were never caught. A few close encounters but no suspicions were raised. Jasper had enjoyed their relationship and he'd enjoyed thinking about their future. Even when the danger had subsided, he knew he would love her and he had believed that she would still love him, but that had been proven to be wishful thinking, she had no intensions on a stable relationship with him. He'd even borrowed money from his parents and bought her an engagement ring but he'd never had the chance to give it to her or even raise the subject.

"But I think I'll pass this time. I have things to be getting on with this afternoon but I would love to catch up." He didn't have things to do, he was just here to torment there, however her offer for him to sit and stay gave her too much power, he did not want her to think that she had influence over him. He was a man that could make his own decisions and they would not be influenced by her. Well actually they would be, he'd just nearly always chose to do the opposite of what she asked or suggested. She was no longer his Professor, he didn't have to do anything she said.

"I'm in Hogsmeade all weekend on business." That was partially true, it wasn't official business, just making her life hell, business. "I'd like to meet up for drinks, say tomorrow night, here, at 8pm?" It wasn't so much a request of her presence as more of a statement, but he posed it as a question for he still had to be polite. At the moment. But that would change. Soon.

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tag: Amelia Grace Marshall
wearing: The only outfit he really has.
comments: I imagine he did a lot of reading, alone, in the snow, somewhere in Eastern Europe, thinking of Amelia.[/justify]

[AMELIA GRACE MARSHALL]

For a split second her eyes lit up and a smile was on her face. Hearing his laugh, even if it was just a little chuckle, made her feel something she couldn't really describe. Amelia wasn't a woman who cared what other people felt, no, she was a woman who prided herself on being unfeeling and apathetic. However, Jasper seemed to be the exception along with her children. Yes, she had left him after being with him for so long, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him suffer. In fact, she was a nervous wreck after not hearing from him. She was terrified her decision had caused him to jump off the nearest bridge.

She nodded when he said it was a kind offer. "I'm not one to usually extend kind offers," she said with a raised brow. Perhaps most professors would feel awkward having their student call them by their first name, but Amelia welcomed hearing her name spoken by Jasper. When he refused her, however, she felt a slight ping of disappointment. She wasn't even sure she wanted him to stay, but it made it quite apparent she had lost a significant amount of power over him. In an attempt to hide that, she pursed her lips and forced a smile. "Very well," she said coolly before motioning the bartender to get her another drink.

Just when she was about to turn her back away from him and go back to her own thoughts, he was speaking to her. She stopped and turned back to face him, intrigued by his proposition. "Mr. Flint I'm not entirely sure that's a good idea," she said, although it was quite obvious she didn't mean those words. "But I suppose if you insist I can't really refuse," she added. A part of her was excited to speak with him, but another part of her knew that it was dangerous. She was beginning to finally really heal, and meeting up with him would just reopen the old wound. Plus, finding a legitimate excuse to tell her husband would be quite difficult.

tag: molls/jasper
wearing: this
notes: awwww :] I'm already in love with these two!

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Jasper wondered if Amelia was wanting to fall into old habits. Sneak around with him for a while, let him steal a kiss here and there or if she would set up boundaries to keep herself from falling for him again, if she had ever actually fallen for him in the first place. A large and dominant portion of Jasper's mind told him that she had just been toying with him, that he was really nothing to her but and a little snippet wanted to believe that she had loved him and that their break up had been as hard on her as it had him, but that small portion of his mind was stomped out by his dominant, repressing thoughts. He was not meant to be loved by anyone. It was just not the way it was supposed to be, he knew that now. He was a being that was meant to be alone and after his time away, that was how he liked to be.

Looking at Amelia's almost perfectly symmetrical face, Jasper almost knew exactly what she was going to say. As the words left her lips a smile of success curled the corners of his lips and he placed some more silver on the bar. Enough for a few more drinks. Jasper looked to the bar keep. "Keep her happy." He said and he slid the silver forwards. Jasper looked back at Amelia, straight into those hypnotic blue eyes that made him want to hold her closely and kiss her neck so tenderly.

"Until tomorrow, Amelia." He said with a small bow. He glanced at her one more time, taking in her beauty. She was such a sight to behold and yet all at once, along side pure admiration was absolute hatred so pure it would kill her and her family and there was nothing she would be able to do about it, or him. Their paths were set in motion, her actions would have consequences and she would suffer just as he had suffered. She would hurt like her lungs had been torn from their porcelain cage, stomped upon by the heavy, hateful feet of justice. She would pay for what she did, he thought as he left her at the bar, making his way past the busy patrons. She would pay.

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tag: Amelia Grace Marshall
wearing: The only outfit he really has.
comments: I shall create a new topic tomorrow![/justify]