Epoch || Jazzy

Let me hear you call

As she started speaking, Alex couldn’t help the lopsided grin that befell his lips. Cute and bilingual? There is a god. Releasing his hands from her arms, he slipped them into his front pockets and hooked his thumbs as he studied her. Amber-brown eyes wandered, but didn’t linger. He wasn’t shy in his once-over, but despite his admittedly glutinous nature when it came to women, it didn’t come off as creepy. It seemed more as though he were getting a full picture. Plaid, jeans, boots and all.



”You could say that,” He pondered out loud; rolling his tongue in his cheek for a moment before holding his hand out. ”Me llamo Alex.”



He enjoyed the look on her face, and couldn’t help the laugh before he looked around the campus and continuing before she could comment on his spanish. He was sure he was rusty. It had been since high school since he’d used any of it.



”I’m actually looking for my sister, Vera Weatherford.”



That gaze fell back on the girl in front of him and he canted his head thoughtfully to the side. Maybe this was one of Vera’s hot new friends? It wouldn’t be the first time Alex messed around with one of her buddies, but then again, Vera had some delightful taste in friends. Mind out of the gutter, Westman.



”You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you? Maybe you could help me find her?”



If she’d accepted his handshake, he still hadn’t let go of her hand.

Let me hear you call

Her hand was smooth and warm in his own; a delightful contrast to his rough, dry and cold hands. He had been working with a lot of canvas lately, which always dried his hands out. It never bothered him, but some women had complained before. She didn’t seem to flinch away at his touch, though, and in fact, as they stood there with their hands held in a perpetual but paused handshake, she seemed just as keen to let go of his hand as he did hers. Alex’s smirk deepened into an amused grin.

He liked this one.

Suddenly she was leading him away. He fell easily in step beside her; having at least a six inches on her in height gave him an advantage in stride. He walked naturally beside her as if he belonged there; his head turning to glance around the grounds periodically but that amber gaze returned to Jazzy frequently. Jazzy, Alex thought to himself as she spoke about being a prefect of a different house. Sounds spunky. I like it.

Realizing long ago that she still hadn’t let go of his hand - not that he planned to either - he decided to see how long it would take her to notice. He swung their hands lightly, switched their grip so that their fingers interlaced and brushed his thumb along the line of her own. He was starting to wonder if she was purposefully and intentionally keeping her hand in his all things considered when he felt her grip stiffen just a bit. Alex turned his face to look at hers as they walked; his smirk as bold as ever as he kept their hands together. He would, of course, let her go if she pulled away but he was enjoying the simplicity of holding hands as they walked.

”Well, I moved here recently, but she doesn’t know that yet. It’s a surprise.”

As for Ilvermorny, Alex wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. “No” of course, but he knew from experience that some witches found no-maj boys dirty. And not in the fun way. He glanced at Jazzy from the corner of his eye and shrugged.

”As for Ilvermorny, I don’t think they could have handled me.”

Pulling his other hand out of his pocket, he gestured toward what looked like a cluster of stables coming up around a bend in the path.

”So, how do ya think the professor would react if I interrupted class to scare the shit out of my sister?”

At the look on her face, he laughed and stopped them from going any further as he turned to face her; his back to where the Care of Magical Creatures class would be being held. Licking his lips before rubbing them together in thought, Alex rolled his eyes back up to Jazzy’s as he canted his head to the side; that lopsided smirk playing at his expression again with a mischievous glint in his gaze.

”How about, while V’s finishing up, you tell me a little more about yourself?”

Laying it on thick, Westman.

”Unless you have your own class you need to get to?”

Let me hear you call

Alex filed every little piece of information about this feisty latina girl away in his mental rolodex as she gave them up. Siblings, back in America, perhaps middle or lower class? A plane ticket to Switzerland wasn’t exactly a cheap trip. And nomaj, which meant his own magical impotency, if you would, wouldn’t be a bother. He couldn’t help but spread his lips in a wide grin at that. Excellent. There was only so many ways he could bounce around telling the truth before he gave it all up or just flat out lied. Wouldn’t be the first time Alex assumed a sort of alter ego with a girl, but for whatever reason he wasn’t about to go poking at, he didn’t want to start something off with this girl like that.

As she weighed going off to her class or staying with him, Alex watched the decision start to write itself across her face. His steps followed her until she was leaning up against the stable wall; hidden from the general view of the courtyard. Alex noted the privacy and leaned in just as she asked him to tell her about himself.

”Well,” He started as he lifted his free hand up to press his palm into the wall above her head. He dipped his chin in, eyes dancing with hers as his face hovered close. He could feel her breath against his cheek and chin, and the tremble of her hand in his. ”I guess…” His voice was a husky baritone as his eyes fell down to her lips, his hand shifting their grip until her hand was pinned against the wall under his… before suddenly turning away and leaving her bereft against the stables; his back against the wall beside her, his arms crossing over his chest as he kept his eyes on hers with a wicked, amused glint shining brightly.

”...It all started when I was 2. Vera stole my thunder and has been rubbing it in my face ever since.” He continued without missing a beat.

Grinning wildly, Alex turned his head and looked over the bit of the courtyard they could still see. He exhaled and shrugged lopsidedly; turning his head back to look at Jazzy with a little laugh.

”I’m not a wizard. Vera got the looks and the magic. It’s all good though. It’d be really unfair for everyone else if I was this funny and magical.”

Let me hear you call

His mouth went dry as her breath washed over his cheek; her murmuring tickling at his ear enough to send delightful shivers down his spine. Oh, yeah. Easy pickins. Alex couldn’t help his lazy, crooked smirk as it danced over his lips; his eyes lowering to lock with Jazzy’s own. Oh, she got him. Wrapped around her little finger. His hands lifted to cradle her hips as she came closer; his chin dipping down to close the distance between their kiss, when…

… when she stepped right past him.

Alex nearly fell forward but paused mid-fall with his hands still out and his mouth puckered like he was going to kiss. He held it for a heartbeat, until she grabbed his hand and lead her on behind her. He took a moment to adjust his crotch a little before falling in line with a laugh and shake of his head.

Touche.

He liked this one.

Stepping into the stables after her, Alex looked up and came to a stop; his expression slowly morphing from half-turned-on-and-amused to complete and total awe. He could hear her giggling at him but his complete and total attention was grabbed by a stable near by. Turning on a dime, he pulled Jazzy after him mindlessly and quickly until he was standing just outside like he was picking out a puppy from the pet store.

”What is that?!”

Alex was in awe. He’d seen a couple things that didn’t make sense over the years, and when your mom is a raging alcoholic with a temper who also turns into a weird bird thing, you kind of feel like you’ve seen it all. There were other moments, of course, but nothing was like this. This was like a zoo for everything bizarre and incredible. He gaped and gasped; covering his mouth and pointing at this and that with amazement.

When they came over to the cat-like creatures, Kneazles she had called them, Alex crouched down to hold his hand out as the thing wound through Jazzy’s legs.

”They’re beautiful,” He murmured as his eyes moved up to hers; holding her gaze with that half-smile again before dropping his gaze down to the kneazle again and tugged at it’s ears playfully. ”Am I passing your test?”

He didn’t look at her again, but the amusement was clear on his face. Put him up against a creature that judges dishonesty and see how it reacts? Yeah, he saw through that one. Sliding his lower lip between his teeth with a quick pull of his tongue, Alex pushed himself back up to his feet and met her gaze.

”So my aunt is hosting this thing next weekend. I was going to surprise Vera and surprise her because she found out the hard way, but I was wondering… Do you think you’d want to come?”

Canting his head to the side, he gave her that lopsided smile again as he reached up with one arm to scratch at the back of his head.

”Not as like a date or anything, unless you wanted to.”