Layla Radovon
December 12, 2004 1:18 AM
Knock, knock. Is Professor Jinx in the House? by Layla Radovon
Layla, for the thousandth time that evening, glanced at the hot-pink digital watch that she had brought from home, evaluating the time. Mostly she just ignored the bulky thing on her wrist, only using the alarm set on it to get her up in the mornings, but tonight she watched as most of the decent hours of the day drifted away to the sleepy, late hours. But it wasn't too late, at least, not yet.Sighing, and placing the homework she had been wearily skivving over on the couch beside her, Layla got up and stretched. She should be eager to dive into one of her first school assignments, but instead, she found herself getting distracted. Oddest of the odd, she couldn't stop thinking about Uncle Var. He had gone here all seven years, yet he had told her nothing about his time here, and it was bugging her, his mysterious nature. She had lived with Var for hefty chunks of time, during her parents digs, and it was insane how little she knew about him: He didn't like Cheerios, he liked Lucky Charms; for extra money, he sold homemade potions.
Merlin.
Taking her fiery red hair out of pigtails and letting it fall loose a little past her shoulders, Layla checked the time on her watch one more time, then decidedly weaved her way around furniture and walked up to Professor Jinx's office door, knocking loudly, lest she had fallen asleep.
After all, Professor Jinx was twenty five and had attended Sonora in Aladren, as did Variston, although in the Pecari house. Perhaps Jinx had at least some recollection of a shy, rebellious, gangly boy, with bright green eyes and shaggy, long brown hair, going by various nicknames of James(Jay) VaristonVar) Parth. Maybe they had been enemies, maybe they had been friends, maybe they had dated; any information was more than she had.
Leaning against the door, so that if Professor Jinx were to open the door, she would topple inside, Layla wanted to blame the late hours for her sudden sinking depression. She was living with a stranger, a stranger who knew everything about her open-book-of-a-life, and she didn't want that.
"Professor Jinx?" She called loudly, through the heavy woodwork, "It's Layla Radovon. Can I have a word, please?"
OOC-Sorry if this offends you, since I may just be wording what you find the obvious, but feel free to have artistic license to invent anything you want about Jay/Var and how Jinx knew him. I was just running this as an entertaining whim - all for fun, laughs, drama, or all of the above ^_^
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