Rogues and Rascals (open)

So this was the year she was going to be the best student she could possibly be. Admittedly it wasn't hard to surpass the other years but this year she was going to win the house cup and quidditch cup for Gryffindor. There was no way she could fail with her determination set so high. She'd been practising new moves on the quidditch pitch and she had a killer team lines up and some superb back up players if needed. Jazzy had to be prepared, last year they'd lost a couple of good players thanks to the dirty tactics of the Slytherin lot, but this year she was prepared to stoop to their level if needs be. Nice clean matches against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, they were just friendly rivals really, but Slytherin? Those dragon dongs could get stuffed. She was going to use their own tactic and then some against them. They wouldn't get a look in this year. Their cheating days may not have been over but Jazzy was sure as hell going to make life difficult for them. On the pitch that was. And potentially in the corridors if anyone started anything. Sure, 'not all Slytherins are bad' blah, blah, blah, but there were more than enough of them that were and Jazzy wasn't going to let them get away with squat while she was about. Perhaps it was the good start to the year that she'd had, having her sort of own private little photo shoot, or perhaps she'd really just had enough of their taunts, but she was going to rule the roost this year, so to speak.

With a couple of letters in hand, Jazzy had spent the afternoon with a free period up in the Gryffindor common room. She'd actually studied which was most unlike her, but for some reason she was really feeling on top of the world. She was going well in most of her classes, extremely well in one, and not completely failing in another. It was a really good year!

Walking up the steps to the owlery, Jazzy whistled a random tune as she went. She was a in a cheery mood and she fancied doing something fun. She contemplated getting her broom and going for a fly around the quidditch pitch but the Hufflepuff's had claim to the pitch tonight so she was going to have to either do something else, fly somewhere else, or sneak back out later after curfew, which would kind of ruin that good student persona she was going for this year but hey, it wasn't like it was the end of the world, and just because she was being her best self this year did not mean that she was going to completely abandon who she was as an individual! Quite the contrary, she was going to use her self discipline to get fitter because she had to get a spot on one of the professional quidditch teams next year - it was her dream! Walking into the owlery she saw Killian trying to call down an owl. She looked about at the birds ignoring him and she couldn’t blame them. “Looks like you’re striking out. Want me to look away?” She offered in a loud sort of whisper with a bold smirk, “Protect that ego of yours and all,” Killian wasn’t that bad really, vain perhaps but he wasn’t a big head twit like a lot of the other guys she knew.


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It was fun and interesting how someone could make you smile that little bit brighter. Killian was one of those people that no matter what mood you were in, he could make you smile a little bigger. That was if you liked him. The guy wasn't everybody's cup of tea but he was exceedingly charismatic whether it be with his words, his gestures or even the slightest of glances. At least Jazzy thought that way about him and she would be certain to never let him know that she thought he was a pretty decent bloke because he really did have a bit of a giant head on his shoulders already. He didn't need people telling him what he already knew because his ego didn't need any stroking, it was plenty big enough. Jazzy knew that came with the quidditch territory though. Most people that played for the house teams were pretty arrogant one way or another, herself included, she wasn't afraid to admit that about herself, although Jazzy was fairly certain she'd be a bit of an arrogant shit head even if she didn't play Quidditch. She was an exceedingly confident person. When she knew what she wanted, she would go for it no matter what.

He called her 'Jasmine', not something a lot of people did but she didn't mind it so much coming from him. She was used to Jazzy but every now and then it was nice to hear a cute guy use her actual name, heck, she wasn't even sure how many people actually knew that she was a Jasmine and not just a Jazzy. Her smirk had long since changed to a smile, "As amazing as your arse most certainly is, I stalked it up the stairs because I have my own letters to send." His arse was quite adorable but it wasn't stalk-worthy, though it was pretty nice the way it went up steps. She walked to be within reaching distance, "You have to know how to charm them." She told him as she reached into her pocket, "Not unlike a beautiful woman." She pulled out an owl treats, "Treats are always the answer." She had two letters to send but they were both headed home so she could use just the one owl. She turned about so Killian could get a good look of her rear and she held up treat before placing it on one of the perches, a tawny owl catching sight of it and flying down, landing on the perch and gobbling up the treat.


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Well Killian didn't need any treats to charm this bird, but Jazzy knew that was way to lame to say out loud so she kept it to herself with a little hint of a smirk as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small handful of treats, placing them on another perch close by to try and attract another owl. A little meat always got a birds attention. Jazzy's too. "I suppose I could spare a few bits for such a top smile." She said as she tied her first letter to the owl's leg. "Tom and Martha Plimpstock, cutie." She said, giving the top of it's head a little ruffle while offering another treat. The owl took the treat, ruffled it's feathers and stretched them wide then took off from the perch, flying through the closest window. Jazzy moved the treats she had on the other perch, only a couple of birds looking interested but not moving yet.

"Here," She said, reaching in her pocket for more treats, one of the interested owls came down and sat on the perch, gobbling up the treat Jazzy had left out. She held out a few treats for Killian, dried meat that the owls seemed to love. Jazzy had never questioned what kind of meat it was and she was fairly certain she'd probably not like to know. All that mattered was that the owls seemed to like it and with her not having multiple owls of her own at Hogwarts, she was kind of reliant on school owls that could be bought off with a few treats. "See if you can get yourself a bird with this." She said. She was looking forward to seeing what he did with this, he was always creative with the words he chose to say. They may have seemed off the cusp but Jazzy figured he knew exactly what he was saying. He was a Ravenclaw, he was a smart-arse, he was a bit of a tit. It was a rather fun combination and Jazzy had to admit, Killian was one of the few people she actually appreciated at school. She appreciated his wit, his arse, and most definitely his snogging skills. Jazzy had snogged a boy or two or five at Hogwarts and of the ones she'd snogged Killian was probably about the best and not to mention one of the cutest ones.


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Killian could score with anyone or anything, as he was proving with the owl. Jazzy watched, perhaps a little smugly, believing Killian's endeavours with the owl would ultimately fail, or perhaps she was just hoping they’d fail for her own amusement, however even if she didn’t get amusement from him failing to charm an owl she’d still find it fun to watch and Jazzy was never one to pass up much of a show, especially with Killian as lead. She was glad she'd come across him and his lovely arse in the owlery. It was kind of desperate looking place to Jazzy, all stone with the owls all nestled in to the walls. There wasn't a lot of light but then that was probably because the owls needed the shelter and too many windows would negate to whole point of an owlery to begin with. But it wasn't just the cold feeling from the literal cold weather and then the cold interior design of the place, it was also the fact that there was owl droppings all over the walls and window ledges, definitely some on the floor and every time she had to go back up to the castle she had to make sure that her boots didn't have traces of owl muck on them.

All hell started to break loose so fast that Jazzy barely had any idea how it even started! She chuckled in amusement as the scene was unfolding. Killian was as graceful as ever and it was no wonder he’d been made Ravenclaw quidditch captain, because with moves that smooth who wouldn’t want a man like that in charge?! Jazzy stifled a few more laughs as Killian stood up, his owl on his shoulder. She almost felt bad for Killian but he was a big boy, he was more than capable of handling himself against his own owl. “Naww, he’s not a tit, he’s beautiful!” She cooed at the owl. He was a beautiful looking owl, especially when he took off, his giant wings beating hard through the air. “Well that went over very well.” She smiled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a treat for another owl for herself. She clicked her tongue a couple of times and set the treat on the perch closest to her. A brown owl flew down almost at once and Jazzy tied her second letter to its leg, “Felicity Moon.” She told the owl, ruffling the feathers on its head a little before it too left the owlery.


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Jazzy nodded her head to Killian but watched her owl as it left, growing smaller and smaller. She was up in the owlery every week sending off letters to her loved ones. She enjoyed writing home, and because she was here in the owlery so often and having visited every school week for so many years, the owls were all used to her, something that was certainly working in her favour today. She didn't mind watching Killian making a bit of a tit out of himself either, she always enjoyed that though it was more fun to watch it on the Quidditch pitch, just so long as he wasn't seriously harmed because she liked seeing his face around the place just as it was. He was one of the cutest guys in school, she couldn't bear it if a bludger connected with what was obviously a few favours from God, "Of course," she smiled, looking from where the owl had left to meet Killian's gaze. "I'm a good girl." She said with a little shoulder twist and giving him a flirty little wink.

"Ready to walk me back to the castle or do you just wanna make out a bit first?" She smirked slightly, if he wasn't up for it then she'd take a rain check, but she had some free time, Killian had proven what a fine specimen he was and it was a way to kill the time. Jazzy had been searching for something fun to do after sending her owls and it just so happened she'd stumbled across fun in the owlery. If Killian had some place else to be then Jazzy figured she could find a little fun somewhere else with someone else and if that didn't work out then maybe she'd get some wood between her legs, she always felt like hitting the skies on a broom.


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Jazzy gave a small shrug of her right shoulder when Killian commented that she couldn't resist him for long. Why in Magic would she try and resist him? They'd chatted, he'd been startled by an owl, she'd had a but of a laugh so what else was going to happen? They could walk to the castle or snog, it was easy enough to go with either option and Jazzy knew she'd enjoy them both. If Killian had to run along then that was fine, she'd be okay walking back to the castle alone or getting her broom and going for a ride around the tops of the castle, seeing how long it'd be before she got in trouble with a professor. There were so many rules and most of them were ridiculous and so it never hurt to just ignore a few of them and try not to get caught.

Killian was gentlemanly and placed his cloak over a ledge. She'd have been more than fine with just snogging while standing but he took her hand, guiding her to the ledge and lifted her to sit. He leant in and Jazzy didn't hesitate. He could play games all he wanted but she wasn't that kind of girl, she went for what she wanted and if it was being offered up then like hell was she going to play coy. No, Jazzy was not the sort to play coy at all and so she placed her lips against Killian's, kissing him with only a little restraint.


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