POYNTER >> Naomi-Lynn << JADE

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name:
LeahBby
Gender:
Femme Fatal
Age:
I feel like an old woman with all my ailments, but I suppose that holds no sway.
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Twitter:
LeahGoddess – because I am a goddess.
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Years and years.
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I love choo.

oh... and fucking [removed by staff]. >.<

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name:
Jade Naomi-Lynn Poynter
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Year:
Seventh
Face Claim:
Audrey sexpot Kitching

Canon or Original?
Originale

Facial Properties:

Real eyes see real lies;

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Resting symmetrically upon her face they tend to appear almost cat-like with the way she applies her makeup, although in reality they are much larger than they appear. In all honesty they’re slightly unusual in general. Large and round they dip suddenly around the tear ducts, the shape helping to create the illusion of exoticism that her applied makeup every day maintains. More often than not her orbs are shrouded by Kohl, completely outlined although it never appears overdone on her. She’s one of the few females that can actually boast to carry that type of makeup without appearing dragqueen-ish. That isn’t to say that some of her first attempts don’t come out looking slightly clownish… although during her stay at Hogwarts she’s had very few instances like that. Call it a perfection of the art. The actual color of her eyes is an interesting shade of brown, although you’ll never hear her admit it. They’re chocolate, golden, or a burnt umber even if you’re asking her, all much more interesting than brown. Depending on the day they can be an almost golden-bronze color; days like those are when she does her best to play up the light color. She has been known to wear crazy colored contacts before though, even going so far as to cast a spell on them to become a swirl of different colors. [Although that particular instance was met with a detention for improper use of a spell and causing a classroom disruption] So it isn’t unusual for her to have purple or blue eyes on the odd special occasion.

No one likes a nosey hag;

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This is perhaps the one object on her face that she can find nothing good herself to say about. Longer than most people’s it leans more towards the angular side. While it looks symmetrical on her face, as most people tend to do, she sees it as a single entity. Instead of slightly turned up like her younger sister’s it seems almost as if it just ends, though if viewed from the side it’s obvious that it has a small dip in which it actually turns downwards. Neither of those however is considered more favorable than the other by her. It’s all around a rather boring nose. Instead of widening at the nostrils as she considers it should, it remains lean and of the same width. In her third year, after Bertrice, a girl in her dorm, came back from a broken nose with a slight dip in her nose, she actually considered breaking it to see if she could improve it any. Her distaste with the crunching sound that bones break when they inevitably break, however, kept her from actually acting on the notion.

Pow, right in the kisser

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Jade’s lips are the stuff of prepubescent boy’s wet dreams. This is not an exaggeration, or an attempt at humor, it was perhaps one of the first things that was told to her upon entering Hogwarts. The fact that she’d rather them be the stuff of girls wet dreams however is apparently no part of this agenda. Lush and nearly pillow-y looking their centered, as nearly ever pair of lips are, right beneath her god forsaken nose. While many people have found that having your bottom lip slightly larger than the top inspires fantasies, hers are rather even in the size department. No too large they still manage to co-inside with the rest of her facial features without causing too much of a disruption. A coral pink color she tends to play them up with whatever she’s feeling that day. Sometimes a rouge red, sometimes scarlet, purples, even greens, but more often than not she opts for the clear, glossy coat of lipgloss to accentuate her already fucktastic lips.

Structure and other;

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Her face, like the rest of her, is rather unusual. It rests somewhere between oval shaped and heart shaped, a happy medium if you will. Her chin is slightly pointed, but rounded in the same, if it makes any sense. A kind of angular rounded chin. She’s never really come across the right way to describe it. From there up her face continues to remain angular, but still overall feminine with high cheekbones from some god-forsaken ancestor somewhere down the line. Her eyebrows are well maintained, though she never really does much to them. There are no crazy colors here, although there is the occasional piercing visible when she sees fit. One doesn’t see much of her forehead, if any at all, due to the fact that more often than not she has bangs covering it, whether they be the side swept bangs or the choppy full frontal bangs depends on what mood she’s taken with her hair that month, week, day hour, moment, second . A slightly interesting feature would have to be the two round beauty marks on the right side of her face. The lower of the two is just above the right hand, upper curve of her lip, the other straight diagonal from it but a bit further and higher to the right.

Physique:

At one hundred and two pounds Jade has never been anything but thin. Even as a newborn she had a small frame that couldn’t be explained away by any sickness, or even being premature as she was born a good two weeks after the due-date her mother had been given. That being said, she usually keeps it at a waif-like, healthy level, instead of the sickly skeletal figures that frequent her weight group. No, Jade looked healthy ninety-eight percent of the time, the two percent where she doesn’t being when she well… isn’t healthy. At five foot four she’s far from gigantic, although she does attempt to make up for that in personality. Fairy-like, she inherited it from her mother, or so her father was always saying. Although she’s tiny, that isn’t to say her curves are nonexistent. At a c-cup her chest is hardly of epic proportions, although they aren’t exactly tiny on her small frame. Her legs, while lean, still can brag enough to have shape to them, although that is most likely due to her inability to sit still for very long rather than a love of sports.

Wand Type:
Mahogany , thirteen inch, chimaera Scale core.
Wand Expertise:
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Patronus:
Meerkat
Boggart:


Personality:

^{"Who is this irresistible creature with an insatiable love for the dead?"} _{"Living Dead Girl."}

When describing someone’s personality, original is such an over-used phrase, and hardly ever accurate. Almost every female lining the halls of Hogwarts sought to be thought of as original, and nearly all boast that they are, but none of them can shine a pretty penny on Jade Poynter.

S A R C A S T I C && C O N D E S C E N D I N G; she can be.
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Jade has never been one to play with the idiosyncrasies that occupy the aspects of climbing the social ladder, but that’s more than likely due to the fact that she couldn’t give a rats ass about where she stood on it. If she finds you boring, and you hold any kind of intelligence, you’re going to know. That’s not to say she’s just outright rude for no reason, no, unless you give her a reason to look upon you as lower than herself you have very little to worry about. And even if you occupy that category she won’t go out of her way to seek you out and make you feel belittled. For the most part she completely ignores those that hold no interest to her, although if they were to start a conversation it would more than likely be full of snide remarks and condescending sentences, and all the more littered with the cursewords that seem to filter out of her lips with every other word. She’s got a rather dry sense of humor, and tends to be rather sarcastic whether she likes you or not. So much so, that at times it can be confusing to those surrounding her as to whether or not she is employing the trade or not. Her sister used to joke that she had double the backbone, with the way she approached things. People, no matter their status or monetary value, did little to intimidate her. And when such a person tried to employ such standing as an intimidation tactic she more than likely responded with her usual sarcastic remarks, or biting criticism on the situation in its entirety.

I M P U L S I V E && I N S A N E; she is
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Jade, even as a child; was always one to do something on a moment’s notice, no matter how wild or outlandish that something may be. Social formalities were never anything pressing to her. If she wanted to do it, she did it. End of story. More often than not, it was an idle thought that passed through her mind that she decided to follow through on last minute, just to see if it was as she imagined. She’d been known to strip down to her unmentionables and jump into the lake… mid December, just because she wanted a swim. It was just a part of who she was. She was always the girl who liked to put on shows, not for attention [although heaven knew she craved that as well], but just because she liked eliciting reactions from people. She’s the friend, who in passing, would turn in a crowded corridor and somehow manage to yell that “your arse looks bloody brill in those jeans babe,” before slapping said arse and ambling off in her own direction, but not before making sure said ass was now getting attention from the people in the vicinity. Although, she is nice enough to never call such things out unless it really was worth looking at. She doesn’t believe in the word awkward. Literally every dictionary she’s come in contact with has had that particular word crossed out. “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward,” a phrase she repeats when anyone tries to use it to avoid a situation or topic. Random conversations are her forte, especially when there’s a controversial topic on the table. Oh dear. We can’t forget piggy back rides either. They are by far one of her absolute favorite past times. She loves it when her guy friends offer them, although more often than not she'll simply demand one. Not only is it taking care of her physical contact with people, it's also making her feel tall, and absolutely making her smile. She's been known to use it as a general transport between classes on more than one occasion.

I N T E L L E C T U A L && P E N S I V E ; on occasion
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When her professors say she's bloody brilliant, they aren't lying. She is literally broaching, if not elapsing, a genius IQ. That being said, she also happens to be one of those people who it's said that they just don't apply themselves. She doesn't study, and still manages at least an E on nearly all of her assignments, she tends to just not do assigned work, or wait until the very last minute. She likes to completely forget the assignments put under her name the majority of the time. The fact that she's made it thus far through school with such high marks can mainly be attributed to her more studious friends reminding her of papers the class period before they're due, and her hurried scrawling and photogenic memory. While she's rarely still, and almost always buzzing around somewhere, there are times when she's completely calm and just... chill. This is almost always when music is involved though. During these periods of time, she tends to become entirely too reflective for some of her more upbeat friends, lounging around much like a cat and talking in riddles. She's entirely too talented at the guitar, although that can mainly be attributed to her Foster Parent's One trying to find something to occupy her time with. She’s got a decent enough voice, though it never rose to epic proportions or anything. More often than not, when she’s in one of her quieter moods she can be seen with a camera in hand, photographing whatever, or whoever, it is that’s captured her interest. And more often than not her main subject is herself. She absolutely loves dressing up just to take a few random photos of herself, in the most ridiculous poses, with a new hair style or piercing added to the mix.

C O N F I D E N T && F E R S U R E ; always.
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In many ways, the majority of females who have any sort of confidence end up vain. Not so with Jade. She knows that she’s a drop dead sexy beast, and she knows that she has excellent taste, but she doesn’t exactly hold it in the same light that others do. Yes, she thinks that aesthetics are important, but only because she likes pretty things, not because she actually gives a damn about them in any other form or fashion. She isn’t the type of girl to fawn obsessively over how she looks that day, or freak out when her hair looks a mess, not that it ever does. She’s entirely too confident in the fact that even if she suddenly had a breakout of acne, or if all of her hair fell out, she’d still be fine with it. Because her confidence doesn’t come from her beauty. Her confidence comes from the fact that she’s herself, no matter what, with whoever happens to be around.

H A I R && M A K E U P; holyfuckingballs
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To even attempt to explain her obsession with hair and makeup, or come anywhere close to coining just how much she loves it, has yet to be found. She’s always had an extreme obsession with crazy hairstyles and colors. One of the many reasons, other than boredom, why she sports a new color every other day. For the most part she keeps it in a basic range, although she likes to flip them about depending on her mood. She’s always been in love with makeup, always. She’s one of the rare few girls who can apply copious amounts of eyeliner and not look like a drugged out whore. Some of her makeup schemes are a little wilder than most, but she somehow always manages to pull them off, even when her eyelashes are longer than most peoples fingers....

B I S E X U A L && E X P E R I M E N T A L; extremely
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To say that Jade was curious would be an extreme understatement. Even when she was younger Jade adored females, although that seemed to be an understatement. She loved the female body, and she absolutely lived for the reactions that she could get out of it. She loves trying new things, whether it be with the female specimen, or without. To her food choices, to her sexual preferences, new is always good...even when it isn't.

A N A L Y T I C A L && O B S E R V A N T; to a fault.
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Jade likes people. People like Jade. Jade likes watching people. Jade likes seeing people’s limits. Jade likes testing said limits. Those five sentences about sum up the entirety of why she does half of what she does. Jade always had a fascination with trying to figure out how people worked. She was never very interested in the actions themselves, rather the reasons behind the actions. From an early age she liked to push people to do things they normally wouldn't, and then question their reasoning behind it. Innocence is a quality she was practically obsessed with. Virgin? Plan on staying that way till marriage eh? Not for long. Straight? Not ever going to kiss a girl? Ha. For how long do you figure? Jade is excellent at getting beneath people's skins and pushing them past their supposed limits. Simply because she doesn't believe in limits. To say that you won't do something is putting a finality on the statement. Therefore presenting Jade with a challenge. And Jade doesn't lose challenges. Period. It's not arrogance or an overlooking of events, not even a selective memory. It's just fact. She doesn't.

Likes:
+Changing Her Hair Color- -snaps gum- “Well I guess that’s totally dependent on mood now isn’t it.”
+Photography- ”Frank, I swear if you don’t just sit your sweet ass still long enough to catch this photo….”
+Piercings- ”There is a reason I have so much metal on my face…”
+Getting Reactions Out Of People- ”…Heh, reactions. Bitch please, I don’t even have to try.”
+Music- ”Rock. I love Rock. Everything Rock. Anything Rock. Gah, fucking guitar solos and drummer boys.” –licks lips-
+Jack Daniels and Capitan Morgan-n ”Jack and The Capitan… there are no words for the aid they have brought me.”
+Chocolate- ”Fuckmerunning, where?”
+Physical Contact- ”It’s a must.”
+Piggy Back Rides- -squee- Yes. Absolutely. Now please.” –puppy dog eyes-
+Challenges- … “As rare as they might be.”

Dislikes:
–Being Alone- "Which has nothing to do with my inability to walk down the hallway not holding someone’s hand."
–Exercise-"Blech. I don't see the point of running around in circles for no reason, or doing countless pointless maneuvers all in hopes for a nicer bod."
–Green Food-"I like the color green just fine.... but on my food? Not a fucking chance. Unless it's green eggs and ham...."
–Silence-"I like noise. Simple as that."
–History Of Magic-"Because knowing the logistics of shit that happened way back in the day is so beneficial to my mind."-heavy on the sarcasm-
–Boring People-"I think that's a given."
–Ignorance-"Is no one's fault but your own."
–Divination-"Again. Why the fuck do I need to know how to read a tea leaf?"
–Gossip-"Uselesssss."
–Drama-"The stuff of bitches and hoes when their life isn't entertaining enough for them."

History:

Pré-début;
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Naomi was beautiful. Not in the conventional wavy blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyed way either. That kind of beautiful was just boring. No. Naomi was exotic. And not in the Asian inspired lilts, or even the browned exoticism of the Hispanic variety. No, Naomi was French. Not French and Hispanic. Not French and Italian. Just French. She was born and raised in France by her mother and father with absolutely no connections to anyone else in her family, wherever they may be. You see, Naomi’s mother was muggle born, and her father was pureblood. It only stands to reason that neither family wanted anything to do with the couple. For all intents and purposes, Naomi was fairly spoiled with her parent’s attention. There were no siblings to divide it among, no family to interfere with her time either. In her world there was her mother, her father, and herself. Oh, and the girls she went to Beauxbatons with. She was sixteen when her world was tossed upside down. Her entire life she’d lived on the beach, in a house with her parents, and never come across the neighbors bordering the right edge of their property. It was an English family who only came down to summer after all, and her summers were spent going all over the world with her parents. Egypt, Spain, the Americas, Russia, Tibet, anywhere they wished. So it wasn’t uncommon that she’d never met the couple and their children, far from it. The summer that she turned sixteen however, they didn’t summer abroad because of her father’s work. He’d been promoted or some such nonsense, leaving the family to miss out on their fun. The reasoning didn’t much matte to Naomi, as far as she was concerned it was a slight against her. She spent the first few weeks barely leaving her room, ignoring both her parents in a typical fit of teenage angst. So when her parents went out for the day, leaving her home alone, she left the façade behind, spending the first half of the morning blasting music throughout the house and running around within it. Around mid-day, when the activities to be had inside four walls no longer held any appeal to her, she wandered out of her house, going out back and walking to the beach. At sixteen, she was convinced she knew the hard suffering that life handed out to you, so she sat wallowing in her own misery for the better part of an entire five minutes, as teenagers attention spans go, she held onto her angst for a good amount of time.

Of course, as fate would have it, the English family was in their summer house. And so Naomi had her first encounter with a member of the English family. He was at least two years older than her, and the epitome of teenage rebellion. Metal marked his face in ways Naomi had never seen on respectable people, and ink stained his skin in delightful patterns. With shaggy black hair, and a lilting British accent she was sure that she had found her other half. And so she was introduced to sin. At least of the larger variety. To say that she was completely pure in every way imaginable would be a far stretch of the imagination. Every girl told her little white lies, coveted things they should not, cheated on a test or two to get by through the year. Michael however was an entirely new level of sin in his own. He was the boy that mothers just didn’t want introduced to their daughters, the kind that fathers hexed off their properties while bellowing at the top of their nearly expended lungs, beet red in the face as they tried to match the younger’s stamina and endurance. He was inked, and pierced, and absolutely, terrifyingly attractive. How would fate have it that two such attractive people were put in eachother’s paths at such a moment in time? Well, fate is a bitch after all. What happened after that point is relatively easy enough for you to figure out. Michael, after all, was quite the smooth talker, and the girl’s panties never really had a chance of staying on in the first place. Now, were it a melodramatic story plot from the telly, Naomi would end up pregnant then and there and they’d be forced into a marriage. However, on some score, Naomi was rather lucky. Michael and she spent the rest of the summer indulging in repeated sin, and committing ink to her own skin, along with a few metal garbs to tide her over. Were her parents strict, or even any kind of disciplinary, a stop would have been put to this. But both of her parents were fairly liberal so it was allowed. There was no big fanfare when Michael went back to England at the beginning of the term, no rushing to pack and follow him, just a simple repeat of the sin they’d met upon, and a hasty exchange of promises to keep in touch. They weren’t some epic romance in which everything was a whirlwind. Two summers chanced in the same fashion before Naomi’s Aunt Flo was a good two months late. A hurried wedding, in which Aunt Flo did not attend, and a signing of papers and it was legal. Naomi had tacked Poynter to her last name.

What exactly happened in the following two years is still, in remains to everyone other than the odd couple, somewhat of a mystery. A baby girl, Amethyst Nicole-Rayne, was born. They travelled. Whatever else happened during those years was never disclosed, and Amethyst was much too young to remember. All people do know, is that when the couple reappeared on the scene, subletting a flat in London, they were hardly the odd, yet strangely content couple they’d been when they’d left. Other than a fair share deal more piercings and tattoos between them, they both still looked relatively the same. They still carried themselves in the same manner in public, and they were never exactly psychotic. No, they were …. The same. That is until the lights in the neighborhood were out and most every respectful person was resting in their bed. That was when the screaming started. Occasionally there were breaking noises from within the flat, messes of epic proportions in the morning for the maid to clear. But never in public. Oddly distant? Yes. But never violent or angry. Michael was a member of a relatively unknown band, Naomi a stay at home mother with a passion for fashion. Amethyst was just a normal three year old witch-child.
Around that time Naomi conceived again, yet again another girl. Only this time, it was the object in which this story was all written growing within Naomi’s womb.

Bienvenue Sur L'f**k*r Monde
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Jade Naomi-Lynn Poynter was born on September twelfth, a normal, healthy baby girl. The first words spoken to her, were her father as he held her in the maternity ward. “Welcome to the world f**k*r.” If that wasn’t an insight to the madness that had become Michael Poynter, then fuck if there ever was one. After the due waiting period the family of four returned home, only to resume the same activities as before, except it seemed that with each passing year the couple became more and more violent. Amethyst and Jade however, got along fabulously well. Other than the fact that Amethyst seemed to see Jade as her personal, larger than life, doll that is. Not that Jade minded, even as a baby, she nearly adored the attention bestowed upon her. Even at such a young age, the girls formed a world of their own to escape the violence that corrupted their household. So much, that therapists later on in life were to tell Jade that it was almost as if the other world didn’t exist. To Jade and Amethyst, it didn’t. Four years passed without incident until, on Jade’s fourth birthday, a fight of epic proportions broke out between her parents. Even now, again, no one knows the details of it. The police arrived on the scene to find a severely bruised couple, still going at eachother’s throats, and a four and seven year old child… in the back room, playing with dolls, acting as if nothing was wrong. The case was passed off as a disturbance, somehow filtering through the cracks and disappearing. Because after all, if the girls weren’t disturbed by what was going on, it had to be because there really wasn’t anything… right?

A month and three days after said fight, Naomi was found to be pregnant… again, a baby girl. Sapphire Lapis-Lazuli Poynter was born a good four years after Jade, the baby of the group. I’d like to tell you that this was the last we heard of fighting between the couple, that this final child somehow assuaged all wounds that the other held, that it repaired whatever damage had befallen them in the years that they went missing. However, we’re not recounting a fairy-tale here, but a history.

Jade has little memory of her early years, they’re punctuated by raised voices, and the soft hands of another child dressing her this way and that. Their parents were never cruel to them, other than the casual indifference they were treated with the two girls were treated relatively normally. They never lacked for food or clothing, their parents never laid a hand on them at all… loving or otherwise. When Sapphire was born there was no big hullaballoo, just a casual meeting of the grandparents from both sides of the marriage, much the same as the other two births had been. The usual stay at the hospital, where both of the older girls were taken for their first look at the little she-devil that was to become their little sister. Amethyst, at seven, had somewhat more of an inclination what it was that was going on as she looked at the bundle of energy in front of her. Jade was absolutely captivated by this tiny person presented to her, all small parts and radiating energy as she squirmed around. There was none of the usual child-like behavior upon observing her, no consuming jealousy at the thought of this little person receiving more attention than she, because really what attention were the two eldest girls getting from their parents anyways? It didn’t matter that the little girl cried all the time, or that she was constantly moving. Jade absolutely adored the newest addition to their family. She was tiny and adorable, and her big blue eyes seemed to take in everything around her. She was exactly as she should be in Jade’s opinion.

At four years old she was already forming complete sentences, none of the baby talk most children were prone to display. She was more than mildly intelligent, but then so was her seven year old sister. It was only a few weeks after her mother had given birth that the first real, tangible memory that Jade posses came to take place. It was midday when her mother bundled her up to go shopping with her, mid winter and all, and she and Jade set out alone to get the basic groceries needed to keep a household going. On their way there however, Naomi made a pit-stop at a local piercing store, she needed a new eyebrow ring and thought it would be the best time to purchase it while she was already out. As they were in the shop, her mother browsing the selection, Jade was watching the process of a lady getting her lip pierced. Now, all of Naomi’s girls had their ears pierced on their first birthday and the second whole on their fourth, so Jade was familiar enough with the process. It was the first time however that she’d ever witnessed piercings of any other manner. And she was drawn to it. The sound of the needle piercing the flesh, the look on the older woman’s face, the slight ooze of blood after the initial puncture. She wanted it done. Tugging on her mother’s hand, she said as much, only to be told she was too young. Now, Jade wasn’t one to throw fits, they never got her anywhere, her parents could give a damn. But she wanted that piercing. She wanted it badly. It wasn’t as if she changed her personality in that instant though, and just threw it all aside to throw a tantrum. No, she just fumed silently, much as most people do. Except that she was focusing all of this anger upon her mother in front of her. So when one of Naomi’s own lip piercings suddenly exploded while still resting in her mouth, it left little to guess how it had come about. It was Jade’s first display of magic. The fact that it was terribly violent, and her mother’s lip was a bit mangled where the piercing had been had nothing to do with anything however. In fact, after staring at her daughter with some shock for a few moments, and casually wiping the blood off of herself with the back of her sleeve, Naomi smiled. It was a small smile, nothing over the top, and there were no words exchanged. Although at four years old Jade had her lip pierced at the shop before they left to go fix up her mother. It was unorthodox, and yet another sign to her mother’s strange new behaviors. Naomi wasn’t Naomi anymore, though the same could be said for her father Michael. Somewhere between the time they got married and when they came back on the scene, something happened to alter both of them.

Amethyst thought that the piercing looked gross and didn’t hesitate to tell Jade such, although when she did in front of Naomi she was set straight with a quick backhand across her cheek. It was the first and last time Naomi ever hit any of her daughters. There were no words of apology muttered afterwards, there were no words of reprimand given. Just a solid slap across the face as she started to put the groceries away. Another word wasn’t uttered about Jade’s piercing until Michael came home. The story at the store was recounted quickly and the same small smile that had passed her mother’s lips passed her father’s as he walked past her, patting the top of her head offhandedly as he left the kitchen to his bedroom. The first time he’d given any positive indication of anything that his offspring had done. Jade and Amethyst’s relationship wasn’t effected in the least by this strange behavior, they continued on as they always had, except their alternate universe now included another.

As she grew older Sapphire grew more active, she was like a little bundle of energy, moving at all times, and with her Jade. She was, in effect, Jade’s shadow. Their parent’s relationship continued on with its strange pattern, but the girls didn’t seem too effected by it. Amethyst was everything fashion related, much like her mother, and obsessed with teaching her younger siblings how to dress, although her style was more than slightly strange for English society, or society of any sorts. She’d taken to altering her clothes, cutting up her t-shirts along with that of her siblings. By the time Jade was eight she’d pretty much adapted to Amethyst’s styles, embracing them as her own, though none of her coercing could convince her to pierce herself. Neither of her sisters shared her love of piercings. She’d only managed to accumulate one other piercing since the lip incident, and that was her nose, despite the fact that she’d much prefer to have her whole face pierced up. Jade was… well there really was no way to describe her. Already she had become incredibly sarcastic, although she would never be considered mean. She was strangely outgoing for her upbringing, always striking up conversation with the random people she ran across. It was around this time that Amethyst went off to Hogwarts.

L'entrée De L'enfer
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The years passed in much the same fashion, the days spent in her own world with her younger sister, the nights spent listening to the screaming and destruction of whatever it was her parents happened to be throwing. The summers were the same as before with her older sister back, and holidays passed without much ado. Each girl continued to grow in their own odd ways, and while they were extremely different, they still bonded more than most. Jade had picked up an obsession with changing her hair and makeup in the summer of her tenth year, and there really wasn’t anyone to discourage it, although for the most part she relied on her mother to do the color changing spells for her. Amethyst was still too young to do anything outside of school. It was in the middle of her tenth year that everything changed, her whole life tipped upside down.

Amethyst was still at Hogwarts, it was two weeks before Christmas, and everything seemed normal. Until Michaels parents went missing. She was never really close to her grandparents, they disapproved of the life style her son had chosen, so it wasn’t as if it had any crippling effect on her. It was just the first on the chain of events of that year that were to bring attention to her family. Three days later her mother’s parents went missing. And then the day before Amethyst was due back for Christmas break, Jade came face to face with her parent’s violence for the first time. The fight was usual, she didn’t even try and tune out the yelling that was emitting from the other room, just brushed Sapphire’s hair slowly, humming her own little tune, each crash punctuating like a drumbeat. Their words had never been legible, and she didn’t even try and discern what it was that they were yelling on this night. She had it figured that their fight wouldn’t be lasting for much longer anyways, they never went past two or three in the morning. So when at four they were still screaming, she tucked the sleeping form of her little sister in and began to pace the floor. Two loud, harsh screams filtered through the house before everything went eerily quiet. There were no murmurs of the two going back to their room, no footsteps signaling that they were through. Jade waited a good few minutes before she exited her room and walked into the living room.

Red. Blood covered the wood floors, the brightly painted walls of the living room, the couch in which both of her parents were flung across, face down, blood pooling around them. According to the files on it, Jade claims to have no recollection of the next events. Her neighbor says that she opened her door at four thirty a.m to find Jade standing outside her door, no tears, no anger, just a calm little girl telling her that she thought her parents were dead. It was local gossip that the two of them fought like rabid dogs over the last table scrap. She contacted the wizarding police, and from there it was all a matter of legality. The girls were shuffled to a foster home, with no surviving relatives that could be found to take them in. And Amethyst, as soon as Hogwarts allowed her, joined them. The couple they were staying with were nice enough, although they rarely saw the woman’s husband. His job required him to work late hours and he slept through most of the day. The woman was all hugs and maternal instinct, they were the only kids she’d ever had in her house. It made the girls a good deal uncomfortable seeing as they’d never come close to the physical affection that the woman presented, but they welcomed it well enough without complaint. Amethyst went back to Hogwarts at the end of term, and the two younger girls stayed where they were. Two months passed relatively the same, until the husband, Mr.Donahyue started staying home all day. He’d been fired from his job, and while it didn’t affect the home the first few days, it did on the fourth. They were sitting down to dinner when he flung the dish of mashed potatoes at the wall, screaming at Mrs.Donahyue for something she’d supposedly done. Even in the violent household that the girls had grown up in they’d never seen their parents lose it, that was saved for after the girls were in bed, never to witness it. Calmly Jade took her sisters hand and led her back to their shared room.

Over the course of a few weeks everything in the household changed, there were no longer any shared family meals. Breakfast was skipped entirely, at least for the girls. Lunch became a sorry affair of crackers and cheese, and supper was a lucky feat if Mr.Donahyue was out at the bar. The formerly sweet, loud Mrs.Donahyue became quiet quickly, barely speaking to the two girls and never speaking to her husband unless he started the conversation. Anytime anything began to get violent Jade would take Sapphire off to bed. Amethyst came home on holidays, and easily adapted to their new routine. The girls were nothing if not good at adapting. This is another point in Jade’s history where her memory becomes rather hazy.

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It was two weeks into summer vacation when Sapphire was found dead in the house, by the hands of Mr.Donahyue. The two older siblings were moved into separate foster homes, before promising eachother that they’d find eachother at the start of Hogwarts term. Emotions and memories from Jade at any point in her life before Hogwarts are hazy, how she reacted to things is unknown to her, so when she was moved into a muggle home, things remained this way. She entered into an easy agreement with her new foster parents, she’d stay at Hogwarts for holidays, and wouldn’t expect anything from them as long as they left her to her own devices during the summer months when she was expected back at their house. She started Hogwarts with every expectation to see her sister, although that itself never came to fruit. Upon reaching Hogwarts, and being separated, she was pulled aside to be informed that her older sister had gone missing, much in the same manner as her grandparents.

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So Jade entered Hogwarts. It was her second day at Hogwarts when she was walking through the courtyard. Her hair at the time had been black on bottom, punctuated by a very hot pink on top. Her makeup was its usual crazy array, and she was calmly making her way through the courtyard when a figure was placed in front of her path. “Hi.” It should have been awkward for someone three years older than her to just randomly walk up and say hi. But then a lot of things with Jade should have been odd. Instead of stuttering as most first years would she nodded smiling and replied in much the same manner. “I’m Jade, and you are going to walk me to class.” It was a simple declaration, giving no room for him to brook an argument as she threaded her arm through his and continued on her way, with someone else in tow. It was an odd introduction to Frank Longbottom, but it led to an even odder friendship. Frank Longbottom was simply her best friend, from that moment on.

[[Okay, this History is beyond sucktastic, but I’ve made like four for her, and this was my favorite, even if there are gaps and it’s poorly written, I’ll probably update it as I get things for her figured out, but this is the basic outline for everything. THE END]]

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The little light there was from the moon danced in and out of the spaces where the leaves above parted, the silvery glow dancing upon the floor beside and around her. Almost as if taking advantage of the momentary silence the wind whispered past again, singing through the limbs above, the green blades upon which she was positioned shivering as they were touched, the tips of the green blades almost expanding in response. She supposed one of the drawbacks of the way they preformed spells now was the lack of personal contact to what they were manipulating. Even now, what she would suppose to be a good thirty minutes since she had wrapped up her exercises for the night she was acutely aware of her surroundings. It was rather like being in the limbs of the tray, her body swaying in their place as the wind pushed them to their limit, the slow keening the only noise of protest they were able to make. Like she was in each blade of dew tipped grass as they shuddered to the chill applied on them. She let her eyelids drop over her eyes, the colors swirling behind her lids bringing a slight smile to her lips. Everything was on overdrive, she knew that. And she liked the feeling. She’d never stop reveling at how awesomely alive she felt after her nights spent in the forest. Her lips tilted steadily northwards as she inhaled the crisp scent of the earth beneath her invading her senses. It was interesting, this feeling of omniscience, each softly spoken breath that left her nostrils like a thunderclap above her. Each breath her companion muttered falling upon her ears like that of a construction site… and yet without the clamor. She shook her head slightly, her lashes flickering before they opened slowly, the dim lighting striking her pupils the dilation growing ever so much larger until they took up a good deal of her iris’.

She mulled his words over in her head for a moment, her eyes resigned as she nodded her head in a silent agreement. She really didn’t say thank you. Maybe it was something she should start trying to do… She thought about it for a second, her eyes going back to the branches above them, her eyes picking out the patches where the dim light sparkled most. It was interesting, the crosses between the two contrasting colors. A nice distraction from her thoughts. Not that she ever would change herself just for the pleasure of someone else, especially not someone who had the same fault. Her head snapped to the side as the rest of his explanation fell out from his lips, her eyes narrowing into slits at the very mention of cute. Cute, cute was what one called little kids, or small animals. Cute was something usually associated with the word nice. An association she couldn’t afford to have put to her name in the eyes of Regulus Black. “Cute,” her very voice infliction held disdain for the word as she tested it slowly on her tongue, her eyebrows drawing together over the slits where her eyes sat. Azure fire sparked within the icy depths, her lips pursing in thought as she surveyed him. “Cute…,” a shudder shook her shoulders as she repeated the word once again, her nose wrinkling at the thought. “You didn’t just associate me with cute. Ugh,” she glared sullenly, her nose wrinkling to the fullest. Cute… Another shudder threatened to take hold before she caught it. Wait… what was she doing? Her expression froze, her eyes widening slightly in response from their squint. He’d just gotten a rise out of her! Her icy façade had dropped at the mere mention of one word, her almost childish response much more than anyone had gotten in… well two years. Her face instantly went back to an icy calm, her head turning slowly to face the sky above them. Shit. People had seen her angry, furious, scary even. People had seen her happy, even boastful. And people had seen tampered down shows of human emotion in the past two years. People had even seen her indignant. But never had they seen her act so childishly. Even him, in the years before had only gotten that response a mere mention of times. And he managed to do it before an hour was even up. Shit. She nodded absentmindedly at his talk of having a nice voice. She supposed he did… not that it was her main focus right now. Not after such a show of humanity as she’d just put on. I mean goddamn. She resisted the urge to touch her face, instead staring stonily ahead into the night, her figure practically buzzing with the things she wanted to say.

A challenge? A smirk tipped her lips as she met his gaze head on. “Even if it were,” she said slowly, testing the words upon her lips with a glinted kind of mischief lurking beyond the icy depths of blue, “it would be one you couldn’t meet.” She said it so confidently, so arrogantly in fact, that one would be hard-pressed to dispute it. For honestly, it was something she could be sure of. She would never be a notch in Regulus’ bed post, simply for the fact that she knew better than to accuse him of ever having ‘just sex’. He took too much emotion into it, even if they were a one night stand. More the pity for him. She knew all too well that no man could maintain control in that close a proximity to her as well, so even had she deigned to go to bed with him, she’d still be able to seize control back before he could take hold. Her lips tilted up at the thought, her eyes gently mocking as she turned her gaze away from his for a brief second. “Besides Regulus,” she said slowly her lips twitching in the attempt to push back the humor, “your much too much of a girl for me, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be aggressive enough to even get halfway there.” She felt the chuckle burble over her lips before she’d finished, her eyes dancing humorously back to him.

Her thoughts were much too much her company these days, her voice manifesting in her head far beyond the normal kind of conscience. She supposed she’d have to find a way to fix that, though for the moment she was parlay to entertain them silently, her eyes every now and then glancing at her partner, her lips twitching in silent mirth. It was too easy to sit in a companionable silence with him, and too easy to blame the entire fact that she was buzzing due to her acute awareness of everything else. For if she was being completely honest she was more aware of the body not an entire foot from her than she was of any of the blades of grass tickling the exposed skin of her stomach and arms. There was only so much of that that could be blamed on the fact that she’d just come back from one of her excursions to the forest. The fact that she could hear his every breath, practically feel every rise and fall of his chest, was only partially due to that. The rest she would have to admit boiled down to sexual tension, not that she’d ever admit it. For frankly she wasn’t sure when it had started. She was sure that it had been there during their first few years of friendship, though she wasn’t sure it was quiet to this level. Though that could be blamed on the fact that they’d grown older and more… ahem… experienced in their endeavors. She shook her head slowly, auburn locks falling gently against the uppermost sway of her cheek as she turned her head again to study his profile. This was… strange… though not uncomfortable as it should be. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes steel doors behind which she could continue thinking. But… there was really nothing that she should be thinking about in the first place. She turned her head back again, the wind dancing softly against her face as she let her eyes close upon the onslaught of thought.

She threw him an amused glance, her fingers stilling upon the smooth expanse of skin to which they played. “Chopsticks?” She shook her head lightly, amusement coloring her tone. She would give him credit for remembering she did it at all, though he was obviously blind to the music she was currently playing upon her imaginary keyboard. “Not quiet,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting his with mirth playing through their blue depths. “This…,” she said her hand reaching out to rest upon his shoulder, her fingers moving as if over the keys of a piano once more, albeit a rather broader stretch than hers had been. “is chopsticks.” She finished, her ring finger ending with a dramatic, if light, punctuation into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. “And this…,” she began the tune she’d been playing upon herself, her fingers moving swiftly, if gently, over his shoulder once more. “let’s see if you remember it.” She continued, slowing the pace of her fingers as she watched his face, waiting for it to register, a light smile playing over her lips. “I’ll give you a hint,” she whispered as if sharing a secret, her right lid dropping in a light-hearted wink, “it’s one of my absolute favorite classics.” Her fingers continued with their rhythm, her other hand itching uselessly against her neck.

She shook her head lightly as she looked up at him, the pride there leaving nothing but a gentle smirk on her lips. She knew he was somewhat bothered by her reaction, no matter how much he cared not to admit it. Really, why was he still trying to hide things? It was her for chrissake. “You know,” she said slowly, still unable to withdraw her hand, “if it makes you feel any better I have tattoos of my own.” A wicked gleam entered her eyes, her lips stretching upwards into a full on smirk. It wasn’t something anyone knew… not even her closest of exes. For after all, hers represented something as good as black magic these days, though certainly not reaching the scale his one did. Tribal, she believed that was what hers would be called. Wiccan to some, older than any mark upon ruins of which they had left from their ancestors. She supposed though, if hers were presented to the world at the same time as his they would be overlooked, and with good riddance. “Maybe,” she said slowly, a teasing glint catching her smile, “if you’re lucky enough I might show you.” Her lips broadened even more into a grin. She doubted, unless he still studied the old ruins, that he’d know what they meant, or what they resembled. “If you’re luckier you may guess what they mean,” she continued, the items in question feeling as if they burnt out against her skin. Or he could’ve continued his studies and known. Which would make it rather difficult for her to explain what they were doing on her body, and as to what she’d been up to. But she couldn’t care at the moment, after his declaration she felt airy, light even. Careless. How ironic.

She rolled her eyes dramatically at him at his obvious lie, letting him know, without having to interrupt him that she knew otherwise. Her fingers started back on the staccato rhythm, now upon the area where his mark laid, her head cocking slowly to the side as she listened. No change entered her expression, still one of avid curiosity, though her lips pursed slightly in thought. She let a moment or two of silence pass before she commented. “I think that’s rather sad… I couldn’t do it that way,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his with a slight challenge. She’d just admitted he could do something she couldn’t though her next words were sure to shock him more. “I’d need the thrill,” her voice was slower still, her head tilting in thought. “It would be the only way I could live with it.” She sat silent for another moment before nodding her head as if clarifying to herself that that was right. “Does it bug you?” She asked carefully, her body shifting slightly from its odd angle, the one elbow still connected to the ground shifting just a bit closer to keep her from collapsing atop him, her fingers still playing across the mark that avidly held her interest. “I don’t know what you want me to say…,” her words seemed weighed as she studied his face, her arm dropping from its impossible angle to rest across his chest. “I’m worried for you naturally. And yet I’m… fascinated,” she said the word with reverence, her eyebrows meeting in confusion. “It’s rather like a war of emotions,” she stated clearly, her lips tilting in a crooked smile. It was about as close as she’d ever come to saying anything emotional, though it was clear she weighed every word before she could impulsively say something she might later come to regret. “I want to know it all… and yet I want to hear how you feel about it?” The last was phrased as a question, her lips drawing to a close as she considered it. “It doesn’t make much sense,” she shrugged lightly, throwing him an apologetic expression.

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Accepted.