late night outings [Jaslene]

[alexmclaggen]

* ALEXANDER ( CORMAC ) MCLAGGEN ,





It was Friday night and Alex was sitting in the library attempting to write his latest Potions essay. Despite the fact that the library was filled with students that he could have disrupted from their own studies, Alex was still insanely bored. He packed up his things and went up to Ravenclaw Tower, dropping them on his bed. He looked around to see if anyone else was there but he found himself to be alone. Alex decided that if he was this bored he could just go ahead and get an early start on this week’s Hogsmeade weekend.

After grabbing his black leather jacket and throwing it on over his grey t-shirt and jeans, Alex snuck out of the castle and headed to Hogsmeade. It was a bit of a long ways but the jog was relaxing. It was nights like these when Alex was glad he had killer trainers to wear. Eventually Alex found his way to Hogsmeade and meandered through the streets to his favorite locale, The Three Broomsticks. The pub was filled with people, all of whom were older than him. Alex thought he recognized a few faces, but then again, he was a frequent visitor of the pub. He walked directly up to the bar and plopped himself down on a stool. “Firewhiskey please.”

[/color] Alex told the bartender.

Alex had turned seventeen last March and he had been so excited. He could finally do whatever he wanted when he wanted. Well, within reason that is. He could drink, apparate, use magic outside of Hogwarts. He was loving life as a wizard of legal age. The bartenders here all knew him so they didn’t bother to question his age and poured him a tall glass of his current beverage of choice. Alex took a long swig of his drink and let out a sigh of content. Yeah, this was the life.



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It was a pretty depressing thought that at sixteen years of age, your typical Friday night consisted of very little other than sitting by the fire, perhaps doing a little bit of homework. It was therefore of no surprise however that Jaslene liked to find something else more entertaining to do on these nights. Her attempts varied greatly in terms of success. Being the daughter of the Headmistress wasn’t easy. People were able to spot her from almost a mile away. Alright, an exaggeration, but it made things that extra bit harder. If she stepped out of the common room, people seemed to know it would be her. She thought it nothing short of a miracle when she managed to do something she was planning to do. What was it with mothers? They found it a necessary everyday act to stop children from doing things they really wanted to do. When your mother was constantly there, at home and whilst you were at school, it made it all the more frustrating. She didn’t need someone watching her every moment of the day. She was sixteen, admittedly not of age yet, but she was perfectly capable of looking after herself.

On this occasion, she was almost impressed with how far she had managed to get, without being stopped or being seen. If she had been seen, nobody was making attempts to prevent her from continuing on her journey. Perhaps they simply hadn’t noticed or they wanted to see how far she would come before having to turn back. Her eyes flickering over the castle hallways, she had no intention of turning back anytime soon. Dressed incredibly plainly for her, having little time to preen herself before leaving the dormitory, she was probably dressed in a way that would have been normal attire for any other girl. It was the first and only time she could ever remember wearing jeans while at Hogwarts, for one thing. Running down more staircases, she wrapped her cloak around her tightly, as though this was an instant camouflage. Although this was obviously not true, it looked as if it was working well. Smiling to herself, she admired the view of the sky outside, as she made her way through the castle grounds. In her mind, nothing was going to stop her enjoying this change of atmosphere. It was nice.

Originally, she had no real idea where she was intending to go. She just wanted to escape the trapped feeling of being stuck inside. Now that she’d actually accomplished it, it seemed almost surreal. It took her a while, because she was more intrigued with admiring the views available to her, which would not have appeared as delightful from the dormitory windows, than the direction or speed in which she was going. Several minutes later, she found herself looking upon a familiar sight. Hesitating for a brief moment, she bit her lip and walked towards the entrance of the nearest building. Glimpsing the inside of the construction and the name, she expected very few people she knew to be walking around. That could only be a positive thing, as far as she was concerned. The less people she knew, the more chance she had of enjoying this night out. It was only when she actually stepped forwards to go into the pub itself, that she realised her mistake. She might have claimed to be a strong, independent woman, but even she could recognise that this was slightly more risky than she had previously imagined.

Her blue eyes falling upon the figures already seated, she lost a small amount of her confidence. She hadn’t expected to see so many men in one place. She breathed in silently, telling herself not to be stupid. Of course, this was probably the weirdest thing about her arrival. There was nothing that confirmed your state of mental health as much as talking to yourself. Not the wisest decision she had ever made. But it managed to convince her that she’d be fine. She wanted to spend her Friday in a different situation, and this was only fulfilling her desire. As she walked forwards, into the middle of the pub, where the bar was located, she glanced over at the men nearby. Her emotional stability when she realised that she recognised one of them was questionable. But, in one way, she had never been so relieved to see him in all her life. Not the typical reaction from herself on being confronted with this particular individual. She’d pretend that she was fine, of course. She wouldn’t let him know that a small part of her was somewhat grateful for the company.

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[alexmclaggen]

* ALEXANDER ( CORMAC ) MCLAGGEN ,





Alex spun around in his stool and leaned back against the bar, Firewhiskey in hand. He allowed his eyes to graze the room and take in who else was currently there. He didn’t see any other students, or at least none that he knew anyways. In fact, he was probably the youngest one in the room at the time. Alex enjoyed himself just looking for now. He was more than slightly disappointed with the fact that the vast majority of the pub’s occupants were male. It just made his experience that much less fun. The women that were present ranged in age from probably around twenty to forty or so. Alex laughed as his eyes fell upon a group of little old ladies sitting in a booth in the back drinking tea out of tiny white cups. They should have been at Madame Puddifoot’s or somewhere of that nature. But then again, most of those places were closed by now. He was about half way through his drink when Alex’s eyes fell upon a familiar face. He took another swig of his drink and then looked back to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. Sure enough, there stood Jaslene Malfoy.

Well,

[/color] thought Alex. The Headmistress’s daughter. Seems as though I’m not the only one who decided to get a head start on their weekend.[/color] Alex took in Jaslene’s appearance. Of course she was incredibly attractive as always, but there was something different about her that Alex just couldn’t place. As he let his eyes roam up and down her body he finally noticed what was different. Her legs. Jaslene was wearing jeans, something that Alex wasn’t sure he had ever seen her wear. Alex had a thing for girls with nice legs, which Jaslene definitely had, as well as flaunted. It was inevitable for Alex to notice when they were covered. Alex stopped to think out a course of action. He could go up and approach her, but he had done that before and had yet to be successful. Maybe this time would be different though, due to the fact that they were the only students around. But then again, maybe she liked older guys. I’m an older guy.[/color] Alex thought, a smirk rising on his face. He couldn’t remember Jaslene ever having a publicly known boyfriend so there was always a possibility that she just didn’t date guys her own age.

Eventually Alex decided on sending her a drink. Sure she was underage, but everyone loved Firewhiskey. She’s the Headmistress’s daughter.[/color] Alex reminded himself. She’s probably all innocent and perfect. I can change that though.[/color] Alex turned to the bartender again. “Send a Firewhiskey over to her as well please.”[/color] he requested, indicating Jaslene to the bartender. Alex watched Jaslene as the bartender poured the drink and delivered it to her. As the drink was offered to her Alex sent a wink in Jaslene’s direction and hoped that she would accept it and join him for a few more.



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Whilst she had not been standing there for very long, the effects of standing had started to hit her. She was going to need someone to sit. Unfortunately most of the more convenient seats were already taken. If she was to come again, she was going to need to take note of this and come at a slightly earlier time. However, the chances of her managing to make it as far as this at an earlier hour were not great. Sighing inwardly, she examined the remaining empty seats. None of them were particularly attractive options. But when given the choice, she would much rather sit next to someone she knew, regardless of her opinion of them, than next to a group of men who looked about forty. She avoided the eye contact of anyone, hoping to see a place that she had not already seen. Turning her head, she noticed what must have been the only women sat in the pub. Now, whilst she would have been a lot more eager to sit with them, if told to chose between the two groups, she still didn’t feel that an evening with thirty-year-old women was much more exciting. What she needed, what she wanted, was someone nearer her own age.

There was a limit to how long she could stand in the middle of the room, so reluctantly she moved towards the bar, where she was surprised to be greeted with a drink, without having to order. This was probably a good thing, seeing as being many years younger than the average person surrounding her, she wasn’t all that likely to get a drink by herself. She was doubtful that she’d even get a drink if she used her powers of persuasion. Not that she would though. The bartender wasn’t all that attractive. Besides, how embarrassing would it be if he turned her down? She was sure that that wouldn’t happen, but all the same, she’d rather not risk it. Yet, would it really be all that embarrassing? There was nobody she knew around to witness her behaviour. Except the one boy further along the bar. Maybe she was right not to risk it then. She glanced back at the bartender who was still offering her the drink. Normally, she would have accepted it without hesitation. But, in here, she wasn’t even sure whom had sent it to her.

Considering his offer, she found that the simplest solution to her problem was to ask where it had come from. A question that got her some weird and confused expressions from the bartender. Slightly taken aback by his reaction, she turned around to see that her question had been entirely pointless. Rolling her eyes, she nodded to the bartender her thanks. Really, she should have suspected it instantly. Who else would it have originated from? Tossing her hair back, she agreed to take the drink. A bit out of character, maybe, but what was the worse that could happen? She doubted he was trying to poison her. And after all, she was attempting to have a different kind of night to normal. Taking a small sip from the drink, she was reminded of why she felt a small pang of dislike towards the older boy. He did have some irritating habits. Ignoring her thoughts, she bit back her pride and resigned herself to take the seat next to him. She didn’t feel the need to say much. She wasn’t even sure what there was to say. He was probably just as, if not more, surprised to see her in the same place as him. Just her luck, eh? Placing the drink on the bar, she said the thing that had been bothering her since she walked in. “Finished staring at me now, have you? I’m so glad. Do oblige me, and reveal what you’re doing here.”

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[alexmclaggen]

* ALEXANDER ( CORMAC ) MCLAGGEN ,





A smirk crossed Alex’s face as he watched Jaslene take the drink. It grew even wider when she finally approached him. Alex watched her intently as the blonde placed her drink on the bar and spoke to him. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Why do you care Princess? Going to tell your mother that I was here? Oh wait - you can’t do that because then you’d have to tell her where you were as well. I’m sure that Mummy Dearest would love to hear that her daughter was out of the castle at this hour. But then again, from what my father tells me, she was always quite the trouble maker herself. Always going off with Harry Potter.”

[/color] Princess was a name that Alex had coined for Jaslene back in his third year, her second. He thought it seemed to fit her perfectly as she was the daughter of the school’s headmistress. “I believe I could ask you the same question. My excuse is simple. I was bored and no one else was around.”

Now of course Alex was very well aware that drinking by yourself wasn’t the best idea in the world. He had learned very early on in his teenage years, however, how to hold his alcohol. Alex could easily down two or three Firewhiskeys and still be sober enough to head back to school. That and he knew all the best hangover charms. All it would take was the tap of a wand and his headache and any other reminders of the previous night were gone. Now this was, of course, assuming that Alex was sober enough in the morning to remember the spell. Thankfully he had taught it to Jordan as well. One day Jordan would probably get fed up with Alex and refuse to get rid of his hangover in order to teach him a lesson but until that day Alex was perfectly content with relying on his friend to clean up after him. If all else failed, Alex was definitely not opposed to skiving off all of his classes to remain in bed.

“As for the staring, Miss Malfoy, I just can’t help myself. You look absolutely stunning tonight. I see you received my little gift.”[/color] Alex said, eyeing the Firewhiskey that she had set down upon her arrival at the bar. “I must say though, I miss those skirts of yours. You have such beautiful legs, it’s quite a shame that you would ever think to cover them up.”[/color] Now of course it was Winter time in Great Britain, therefore making it fairly cold out, but Alex chose to overlook that fact. If a girl had great legs what was the point of covering them up. Isn’t that what they wore those tight things for? To keep their legs warm when it was cold out? It was a stupid thought really, but Alex’s mind was on thoughts not involving logic at the moment. He took another drink of his Firewhiskey and smiled at Jaslene. “So how is the Hogwarts Princess this evening anyways?”[/color] Alex asked as he threw Jaslene his signature smile. It worked on most girls, so Alex had no doubt that it would work on her.



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Eyeing him with a small amount of suspicion, she couldn’t help but scowl somewhat at his amused expression. He had an excellent point, and they both knew it. If she were to tell her mother about their meeting, she’d have to admit how she came to be in the same location. Before he’d said it, however, she’d previously had almost no intention of mentioning his whereabouts to her mother. It was pointless. “I’m merely wondering how you happened to be in the same place as me,”

[/color] she replied, answering his question almost instantly. She didn’t need him to think that the reason was anything else. "Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you agree? Almost as though it was planned.."[/color] She raised an eyebrow as though daring him to disagree with this. “Not stalking me, are you, Alexander? You know I don’t take too well to stalkers.”[/color] A small smirk played upon her lips as she addressed him. “Believe me, I have no intention of telling anyone that I met you here. Think of the damage it would do it to my reputation.”[/color] Taking another sip from the drink he had offered, she frowned. “Why should I have a reason for being here? Perhaps I just fancied…”[/color] She broke off; unsure how best to finish this sentence, before providing a lame answer, “Fancied a walk.”[/color]

“Isn’t it just?”[/color] she agreed, sarcastically. “But, as you have probably noticed, it’s rather cold outside. And on this particular occasion, I couldn’t be bothered to change. There was little thought put into my outfit. I didn’t know I was going anywhere.”[/color] Her eyes flickered over to the other people seated nearby for a few seconds. “Besides, if I dressed in skirts everyday, you’d lose the element of surprise. And seeing as my fashion choices seem to mean so much to you, I’d hate to disappoint.”[/color] She wasn’t being serious; it was obvious that her first explanation was the main one. It was the middle of winter, and despite how many days she had managed to survive in shorts and skirts, she couldn’t quite do it when the weather was as harsh as it was becoming. She might have been extremely stubborn, but she wasn’t insane. It was a lot easier to give in and wear something slightly warmer, despite her personal feelings about wearing jeans in front of other people. As long as they were warm and comfortable, she was fine.His response, even now, was giving her reason to believe that, despite all of his experience with girls, the seventh year still didn’t understand basic things about the opposite sex.

She nodded, giving confirmation to his question about the drink. “A thoughtful gesture. But one which I daresay has less honourable intentions behind it.”[/color] She wasn’t as suggestible as some of the other girls he’d been seen with in the past. Not that she ever took much notice of whom he was with. She didn’t care either way. They were welcome to each other. Her statement was also born out of her general cynical attitude towards boys like him. She wasn’t as trusting of them, as she might have been around others. She wasn’t that bothered by his behaviour, so far. Maybe he had grown up or maybe she had finally learned to control some of her temper. Maybe it was a little bit of both, but he wasn’t as infuriating as normal. Was it only for show, then? Countless people had warned her about this Ravenclaw. Something that she laughed at. Sure, his constant advances could be become a little tiring, but he wasn’t as bad as they were making him out to be, right? “I’m just fantastic,”[/color] she replied, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his attempts to win her over. “Obviously all the better for seeing you, McLaggen.”[/color] Of course, this wasn’t true. But, in this situation, where nobody could see them, was there really any harm in playing along, even for a little while? [/size]

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