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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:03:09 GMT -5
Jenn blinked, long and hard, and then just stared, "...I said, pretty much, to make it short, but not to exclude ALL the details." She cocked her head to the side, "Did she go crazy? Possessed? Or did you make fun of her hair which is OH so reminiscent of yours?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:07:39 GMT -5
He dropped his pant leg and took another deep breath reminding himself that she was his sister and probably more sane than he nor Jess.
"Shut up and listen, I'll start from the beginning, but if you miss any of it, I'm not repeating myself."
So he began, from the moment he became employed to the ministry, to Lily who happened to be a clone created by Jess who was now going by the name of Queen Dopplepopplus, to the tower where what they had called 'The Final Battle' had taken place and Jess unfortunately had come to only in time to be knocked off the tower to her death.
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:11:27 GMT -5
Jenn stared blankly again into her bottle which hadn't been touched since the beginning of Snape's story. She shoved herself out of her chair, stormed over to the refrigerator, pulled out every remaining beer, and sat just as angrily back down.
"It's customary.." she began fighting back tears, "To get hammered in m-memory... of passing family..." She finished her first beer then wailed, "FEEL FREE TO JOIN IIIIIIN...!!" She slammed her head against the table with a sob.
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:16:15 GMT -5
Severus sighed, knowing full well that this was going to happen, but not so... violently. He held on to his cane in case she became uncontrollable, because, although he was larger than she was, he knew just from her build, that she could probably break him in half.
He didn't reply, but allowed her to drink, he had promised Magda that he'd quit and he was keeping that promise. He didn't need the stuff, but he had left them in the fridge, probably unconsciously, for Crowley. Or in the case that this might happen.
He wanted to console her, but he knew that he couldn't, he was a grumpy, greasy haired git to her, and only fun when singing karaoke at a Saki bar.
But no version "I Will Survive" would fix this pain.
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:22:10 GMT -5
Jenn sniffled her way silently through three of the icy beverages then smiled sadly up at Snape, "Thanks for staying silent... consoling words always sounded so empty to me." She offered a beer to Snape but he refused, "Ah its just as well," she grumbled, "But! Ive always been a firm believer that while m-mourning is all well and good... we should remember them as they lived, right?"
Jenn tearfully started, "Jess was... well... um... I cant really remember anything but all those times she would sneak around the corners of our old house and pelt me really hard with rubber bands..." She grumbled and rubbed her neck subconsciously, "But she was a really good sister. I cried when she decided to go off on her own.. then stole her games and some of her jewelry. Dunno why... don't wear jewelry..."
She sighed and wiped away a stray tear. "... got any Journey tracks around here?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:26:36 GMT -5
Snape nodded, he could understand what Jenn was going through. When he had figured out why Jess had come after him, and that it wasn't really by her doing, his heart broke and it wasn't as if he had forgotten to call Jenn, he had tried, but she didn't answer. He had gone by her house, he had tried to find her, but she was gone, without a trace.
And now here she was, wanted for murder and just finding out that her sister died and she wanted to listen to Journey.
It was then that he truly knew that they were related. Standing up he hobbled to the living room and pulled out a stack of CD's, he had yet to convert them to a mp3 because they didn't have them in the magical world, but he'd get him one of them ipod's soon enough.
Throwing in Journey's Greatest Hits: The Best of the Best he came back in to the kitchen and grabbed another coke as 'Only the Young' started playing.
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:32:24 GMT -5
Jenn nodded and hummed off key, hiccuping a few times between drinks. As 'Don't Stop Believing' came on she laughed, "This... this song annoyed Jess to no end.." She giggled some more, "Her Zune program thingy got all bugged out," she paused a moment, "... Zune's a mp3 player. Anywho, it got corrupted and it copied this song like... 8 times. So every other song she listened to was this. She couldn't go near Journey for months."
Jenn lifted the beer mouth to her lips and started singing... badly, "DOOONT STOP! BELIIEEEVEN'!! HOLD ON TO THIS FEEL-EYEYANG!!!!!"
She stopped at Snapes stare. "...whut?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:36:50 GMT -5
Snape smiled "Nothing, p-please continue" he sipped on the coke and hummed along with her, not daring to sing out loud.
Next song that came on was a personal favorite and he sang it lowly "Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin..."
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:39:51 GMT -5
Jenn glared tipsily at Snape, "Louder damnit louder! How am I supposed to express my anguish through the majesty of song if no one JOINS ME?!" She tried to sing 'Wheel in the Sky' the best she could without butchering it horribly... or breaking anything.
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:43:35 GMT -5
Snape decided what the hell, if she was going to yell at him, might as well break her ear drum and began to sing as loud as she was. If he sang any louder he was sure that his voice would crack, and there would be a joke sometime soon about him ever going through puberty.
When 'Ask the Lonely' came on Snape stopped singing, and stared across at Jenn who by now had drank a six pack. A feat even for himself.
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:47:47 GMT -5
Jenn didn't sing anymore. Her voice had gone hoarse through the combination of trying to top Snape in singing and far too much alcohol. "Yanno.." she rasped, "This place... will be the end of us all. I didn't even try to hang out with Jess once I found her again... she always found me.. and she never told me a damn.. friggen... thing..." Jenn looked up at Snape, red eyed and drunk in the true Irish fashion, "She always... friggen did that..."
She grumbled, "An' don't worry 'bout consoling me... She was horrible at that too... famiry trait... or somethin'..."
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 2:50:59 GMT -5
"I guess so" he agreed with what Jenn was saying, it wasn't as if Jess ever told anyone anything, if she was having problems, she just kept them to herself. He had only talked with her once before the tower incident, and she was holding on to Bruce while Manderley was on fire.
And she was cracking then too.
He couldn't even tell and that's what scared him the most, she had been able to block his probing and she knew it.
"So much magic" he said to himself "so much potential gone to waste on trying to kill me."
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Post by Jenn on Mar 27, 2009 2:55:18 GMT -5
"She always wus weird lyke thaaat..." Jenn mumbled, then started singing, "Seven empty bottles on the floor, seven empty bottttleees!!"
She sobbed into the empty bottle, "Friggen... bitch... dying... mom'll be pissed..." It probably hurt when Jenn's head fell to the counter on top of her latest conquest, breaking the bottle with her skull. If she wasn't unconscious already that probably would have knocked her unconscious.
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Post by Severus Snape on Mar 27, 2009 3:00:01 GMT -5
Snape would have shot up immediately, if he could, but it took him a second to stand up and walk over to her. Sighing he picked up his cane and leaned against the table, he waved it a second and the wound on Jenn's head vanished.
He didn't however cure the hangover she'd have in the morning, waving the cane again, the unconscious body of his sister started floating in the air and following the hobbling Snape up the stairs in to the bedroom that once was Sunflower's.
He was lucky he had a four bed room apartment, even if the rooms were small.
Setting her down he pulled the covers up over her and stared "What a mess" he mumbled and closed the door.
Going back downstairs he sat back down at his desk and began to finish grading his papers.
[[END SCENE]]
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Post by Jenn on Sept 4, 2009 2:07:58 GMT -5
[[New Day, year 18--, -- months later]]
When someone close to you dies, there is no 'getting over it'. You don't stand back up, you don't come out saying that everything is all right, that they are in a better place now and are happy. You don't ever move on from it. You agonize over every thing you did wrong where you could have done right, over every moment you could have spent with them, over every secret moment when you could have either loved them or resented them, over every single negative thing you have ever thought about them.
You lie within yourself. For a few days your body no longer functions like it should. You can survive by eating only a fraction of the food that you normally do, and live off of nothing but drink. Its the only thing you can stomach. Your mouth tastes like its full of salt and the sun burns your eyes which have barely even closed since you opened them again. A pain like any other envelopes your entire body, and your heart sounds with a slow steady rhythm. Even a doctor would be heard pressed to find a beat.
Then you just start moving. You don't do anything that you normally do. You don't write, draw, joke, laugh, or show any outward sign of living at all. Smiling is a chore you can't get out of. A chore that you come to resent. You go through the motions of life without ever really living it. Memory is a fragile thing; you cant remember what you were doing or what others say. You are tired... you just want to sleep.
But your sleep is empty and restless. By day you are plagued with memories, brighter than they seemed before. Today is black, and yesterday burns brighter than ever. You don't think about when the pain will end... because right then and there, it seems as if it never will.
It feels like years go by. The only thing you go out of your way to do is to make a mark on the calendar that yes, it has only been one more day.
For Jenn now, it had been months.
Again, she didn't snap out of it. She didn't have a sudden realization. She didn't come to terms with... Jess. She merely took her time to listen, and not think.
It had to be early, but in the dark room with the curtains drawn so closely together, she couldn't tell. The days bled into nights, mornings into afternoons, then dinner, and the nights will then come again without any sign in this room except when it got too warm to stay under the blanket. But this time Jenn could tell that it was still very early.
She wasn't even sure what had caught her attention when a soft plit, plit, shook her from her melancholy. Sore and stiff from laying in bed for too long, it took a few moments for Jenn to force herself up and to the curtains just beyond the reach of her bed. She crawled to the edge of her bed and sat, reaching for the curtains, drawing them open mechanically.
The sun wasn't illuminating the clouds through the rain, it wasn't sprinkling under a bright blue sky, and there wasn't a ray of light that hit the window through a break in the clouds. There was no sudden revelation, nor a warm feeling that spread through her fingers.
Out of the window, there was fog and there was rain. The fog obscured most of what she could see, and what she could see was distorted by the water running down the cool, clear glass. The only sound in the air was of the rain droplets hitting the window, the only light was the dim early morning glow.
Wearily, Jenn pressed her head against the window and sighed as the cool glass made contact with her skin, and she just listened. Listened to the silence being washed away by the rain with all of her thoughts, all of the pressure. For the first time in months... for the first time since she lost her only sister...
Her mind was clear.
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