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Pfft. Romance. Who even needed romance? Plans to go to Hogsmeade with a couple of gal pals for a girly sort of day instead of the whole Valentine's spiel but it fell through when over half their numbers arranged with their boyfriends to go on late Valentine dates or got asked out for the one day of the month they were allowed out of the school. Adding to that Clara got herself detention and Melody decided she just had to do homework leaving Jazzy with two options - work on her homework or go alone. Jazzy picked the latter. She went to Hogsmeade alone but it was more of the same. It was eyerollingly annoying. Figuring she had nothing to lose Jazzy grabbed herself just a small bag of sweets and made her way to the edge of the village, beyond the shops and homes and disapparated. She landed at a familiar spot. She'd apparated to Diagon Alley plenty when she'd gotten her licence. Leaving the apparation point she took to the alley, relieved to be around a whole new set of shops. Everything was pushing the Valentine's agenda although at over half price considering the day was two days passed, and Jazzy really wasn't buying into any of it right now. She was anti-love but she didn't believe in the commercialisation of the whole thing. Surely there were 364 other days of the year to show someone you loved them, why did everyone have to show their desires and get horny all on the same day?

Shoving her sweets into her magically enhanced handbag Jazzy looked about. She perused the stalls set up along the small street that held all kinds of wonders and crap. Honestly, some of it was awful. Knock off brooms, dodgy wands and the like. Some of them were better than that, some stalls actually had a good bargain going on, but Jazzy didn't much have a need for newt testicles, five ounces for two knuts, or lizard tongues, one for two knuts or three for five. Still it was good to have a change of scenery and be away from the school and the all too crowded Hogsmeade. Getting a few things for herself in a couple of the shops Jazzy made one more last stop before she decided she should probably head back to Hogsmeade so no one would know she'd been absent from the village. Pushing open the door to the small menagerie shop Jazzy had a look at the cute little animals. She cooed over a fire crab and then checked out the ravens. She was only here to grab Shadow a few treats but it was very tempting to buy herself a Raven instead of having an owl like most people, but she wasn't allowed more than one pet, it was a rule, but was it a rule that would get her expelled if found out? Jazzy wasn't sure but she was kind of tempted to risk it. But did ravens actually deliver mail like an owl? Perhaps it would be worth finding that out first before purchasing what might be a completely useless bird.


Tag: Open
Words: 524
Notes: <3
Outfit: Raven, yay or ney?

It didn't take Jazzy too long to get back to the Gryffindor tower. For a moment she hesitated at the portrait of the fat lady, momentarily wracking her brain for the password until she eventually remembered it and burst in through the hole, almost knocking over a fifth year as she did so. With a hasty apology she carried on, not wanting to waste any time at all. She didn't know how long it would take Livia to get down to the quidditch pitch, and assumed the witch would be on foot, but she supposed she really didn't have to rush quite as much as she was. She had plenty of time really but she was just so excited! It wasn't uncommon for Jazzy to be excited, though, she was easily riled up. Quidditch matches, dares, hot guy giving her a bit of attention. Okay, so the intensities and types did vary but honestly, it was hard to keep her calm really. She was such a positive being in light of all things.

Pulling out a long, rowan box from under her bed she pulled out her wand, waving it over the box. Clicks cam from the two locks on either side of the box that kept it sealed from anyone that might try and gain entry to her precious broom. Once it was unlocked, Jazzy placed her hands on the bronze clasps, opening them up and lifting the lid of the box. Her broom care kit sat at one end, in a special little space designed specifically for it, and the broom sat along the middle, placed in perfectly with not a twig out of place. The wood was shiny, reflecting the sunlight that flooded in through the window opposite the end of Jazzy's bed, the silver letters on the handle with the make and model positively gleaming. She looked after her broom and it showed. She loved quidditch and she had to be the very best, in order to achieve that she had to look after her broom, her equipment. It was all part being flawless as she flew through the air.

Grabbing her broom out of the box and then placing it on to her bed she took a glance at herself in the mirror close by. She pondered for a second and then bent to close the lid on her broom box, sliding it back away under her bed so no one would know that it was out of its box. She liked her dorm mates, they were nice girls - mostly - but there were nosey sods amongst them and Jazzy didn't much feel like sharing the limelight today, not that it would actually be an issue because they were all so painted up that it would look ridiculous to have them be a part of a magazine spread on Hogwarts. However Jazzy was taking a leaf out of their book. Her normal light coating of make up had faded and so she reapplied just a touch of gloss to her lips and eyeliner where it was needed, cleaning it up first before making sure it looked perfect but not overdone. No swishes or flicks, just a little pop for her eyes.

Grabbing her broom from her bed after putting her make up away, Jazzy calmly made her way down the stairs from her dorm and walked through the common room, feeling rather smug but not dare mentioning anything or looking at anyone that was out of her eye line, despite wanting to yell it from the top of her lungs that she was getting a photo shoot, bitches!! Well that may have been going a little too far, but that was the gist of her excitement right now. Perhaps she could suggest she do an interview with a reporter, or maybe that was taking it too far? Or possibly not. Never knew until you asked!

Leaving the common room she didn't come across anyone that she knew well enough to stop and chat with, which was great! She made her way out of the common room and walked, with a bit of haste, along the corridors. Zipping and turning the stairs took her a quicker way than she could have hoped. She got to the fourth floor and the first window big enough for her to squeeze out of (that wasn't locked) she was out of! There was nothing that could stop her from enjoying her afternoon with a photographer. She was making connections for once she graduated too. She knew she was still a whole school year away from that but it was going to fly by in no time. Soon enough it would be December and then it would be May, time for the exams, then she'd be graduated and flying for a Professional quidditch team! That was the dream anyhow.

With the wind blowing through her hair, Jazzy picked a pretty laid back pace. She didn't want to rush down to the quidditch pitch and find her hair all over the place. She hadn't thought to put any holding spells on it before she left and truthfully, she wasn't that great at them. She also lacked all the potions and products all the other girls had for their hair, but Jazzy didn't really care all too much for her appearance to that degree. She just wanted to look like herself, not some tarted up version that looked like a totally different person once her make up was removed. "Hey!" She called out to Liv once she was within shouting distance, pleased as punch to see the other witch on a broom and up in the air. That was excellent, it meant they could get more height and, if Livia was willing, maybe a few shots away from the pitch and flying around the castle. Would they get in trouble for that? Unlikely. She found she got away with quite a bit as Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, just so long as it wasn't reckless and dangerous. "So how do you want me?" she grinned, running her hand through her hair as she came up alongside Liv with just a polite bit of distance between the two of them.

Tag: Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 1,033
Notes: <3 I may or may not be trying to boost other houses points xD
Outfit: Flawlessly Flying

Burke. That was it! Jazzy hadn't paid much attention to who would be showing up to take pictures, she hadn't ever expected to be singled out for some shots but she was glad that she had been! She was willing to do just about anything because this was actually way more exciting than she'd thought it would be! To be in front of the lens, just being her natural self was fun! She supposed the lack of paint on her face also singled her out for a good subject, after all who wanted to see girls that looked like clowns in their magazine? Jazzy didn't want to be mean, and she's never say it aloud, but some of the girls just didn't get that less really was more. Jazzy was fortunate to have a good complexion, she had a little mascara, some eyeliner and a little natural toned eye shadow and blush. There wasn't much needed to make Jazzy feel like a million galleons. Even waking up some mornings she just knew she looked amazing and did nothing more than got herself dressed for the day. She never played it up or down, she just went about her day, usually forgetting about her appearance unless is was brought up.

Jazzy was more than happy to oblige with whatever Liv asked of her! She lent back, tilting her head slightly so her hair flowed behind her. She let go of the rung she'd had hold of with one hand and gripped it harder with the other that had kept hold. She threw her free arm up in the air, along with one leg, smiling with the feel of the sun on her from through the window. Next she reached over towards a book just out of reach, her brow arched up as she kept reaching, trying to look as though it was just out of reach and like she might topple at any moment. Again she tried the pose with her leg stretching out behind her, giving her bit of extra distance before she chuckled and grabbed into the ladder once more. "Yes! Oh mystic Morgana, yeah! That will look awesome!" Jazzy was kind of wishing she had a full change of clothes available! She had plenty of options in her dorm but that was way up in the Gryffindor tower and besides, the clothes she had on now were appropriate enough.

Tag: Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 401
Notes: <3
Outfit: Amongst the stacks

Jazzy was lost. She had no clue how to look for a book that she might need. She supposed she was better off asking that librarian to help her out but she always felt kind of weird around the woman. She was a bit strange, Jazzy thought, just a bit but also knowing she was close friends with Paris was a little strange. Jazzy hadn't had a lot to do with her cousins, didn't really know Paris at all until she was the Astronomy Professor, and even then she was just another Professor. Neither of them went out of their way to get to know the other. Jazzy had just felt a bit awkward with having her cousin as her Professor but hey, that couldn't be helped. At least she'd got over it after a few months. It was a shame Paris was dead. Perhaps they could have gotten to know one another a little better. Jazzy wasn't sure how likely that would have been but it was a possibility she supposed.

Sighing gently to herself, Jazzy was about to put the book she had in her hand away but noticed someone she'd not seen before. It was that photographer from Pur they'd been told was visiting. Crap. Everyone had been going on about it since they'd heard someone would be coming. All the girls were wearing as much clown makeup as they could slap onto their faces without it just sliding off and here she was with no makeup on and her hair down around her shoulders looking like nothing special. "Wha-?" She said, almost missing the meaning behind the photographer's words like some kind of moron. She was completely caught off guard but she scrambled her brain together quickly before she missed this opportunity. She could be in a magazine! Holy shit! "I mean sure!" She smiled brightly, shaking her hair out by tilting her head back a little then looking back to the bookshelf. She lifted the book up a little higher and turned herself just a smidge to face the camera a little better, waiting for the photographer to take the shot or give more directions. "After, I'm totally open to pretending to read the book," She suggested enthusiastically, "Or climbing a ladder to look for books." She was open to pretty much anything really! The idea of being in a magazine was exciting! Should she become a model after she was graduated? Nah! That was absurd! Or was it?

Tag: Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Words: 414
Notes: <3
Outfit: Amongst the stacks