Created Fractions (Bones)

Jessie was pretty sure his arm was fine, but his face looked pretty messed up. She was just about to mention something about tacking him to the hospital wing when he said he thought he was in love with her. ”You damn well better be jokin’. I don’t deal well with the clingy sort,” she said, rather serious about that bit, but his next words, about her kicking their sorry asses, brought a smile to her face. ”I did didn’t I. I guess that’s what comes from being the daughter of a Navy SEAL,” she said, before wincing slightly with him. ”Sorry,” she muttered. Jessie had refocused on his face by now, which usually proved awkward for most, including herself, but she managed to swallow that feeling as she looked him over.

He seemed to have quite a few nasty looking cuts on his face as well as what could possibly be bruises and cuts that were not nearly as fresh; perhaps a few days old unless she was very off. Did this happen a lot to this kid, she wondered to herself. If infuriated her when people picked on other just because of the color of their skin; or in the wizarding world, their blood status. In Jessie’s mind it was about as stupid as being pissed off at a dog for being born a damn dog, but one with one ear smaller than the other. It didn’t mean that dog couldn’t hear as well as the other puppies, it’s ear was just a bit funky looking was all. ”You can call me Jess if you answer a few questions. Does this happen to you a lot? Or are you just unlucky,” she asked, leaning in close to him to get a better look at the bruising on his face.

Jessie could tell this kid had taken one hell of a beating and yet was still conscious; now that was saying something. He started rambling on then, answering her first question of how he had gotten himself in to this mess. ”Whoa whoa, slow down there. This isn’t a barrel race ya know. Shouldn’t have said what? And let them get away with…your frog? Really? I think you’d better give that frog up for lost. A few unaware Slytherins in a corridor is one thing, but I’m not about to go and try breaking into their common room for a frog. Sorry sugar.” She didn’t want to tell him to forget about the amphibian since it was probably his pet or something, and she could tell he was fighting back tears too; but she just wasn’t going to go breaking into common rooms that where bound to be full of pissy, wand wielding, older and better trained wizards who didn’t like any other house simply because it wasn’t Slytherin.

Jessie sat back a bit to yet a better look at him over all. He was cute, don't get her wrong, but he just wasn't really her type. It wasn't because he came across as weak, even if it had a bit to do with it. She smiled at him when he mentioned soldiers not being made of the same stuff as SEALs. "Oh I don't know. We get our fair share of Army guys in the SEALs too," she said, trying to make him feel better. Jessie shook her head ad he explained exactly what had happened. There was no smile on her face now. Slytherins seemed to simply assume that because most of them were rich and pureblood, they were entitled to run the school and lord over the other three houses. They usually seemed to leave Ravenclaws alone, but maybe it was because Eddie here was muggle born and American.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't have stopped you in the first place," she sad through slightly gritted teeth. Simply by the way this boy spoke about it being his fault, she could tell he had been picked on and bullied alot over the years. Sure Jesus poked fun at people, but she could almost always tell if they could handle it, and she tried not to completely make fun of them and degrade them like the Slytherins did. That group always took everything too far.

Jessie stood up with him, ready to catch him if he fell. "Yeah sure. I can take ya back to your tower. No problem." She watched him for a moment, making sure he didn't stumble and fall. She followed him up the stairs and into the main hall. "Where to?"

Five floors eh? Jessie had quickly mapped out the best routes to and from the Gryffindor tower, and had found out that a few of the stairs moved more on a timed schedule than randomly. The schedule changed from week to week but eventually repeated itself in a pattern. However most of the staircases were random and then you had to reorganize your thoughts, or wait and hope it was feeling nice and moved back before someone caught you and yelled at you for being out of bed.

Jessie didn’t take the lead, she paced him instead. She wasn’t better than him, and she sure as hell didn’t know the way to his house common room. ”Well I was born and lived most of ma life in Bama, but started magic school in Massachusetts,” she responded, trying to keep the conversation light. She glanced over at him, mostly as his arm. She hadn’t done a really good check because she hadn’t wanted him passing out on her. She had caught a quick glimpse of his eyes starting to glaze over when she had first attacked the pack that was attacking him, but he had seemed to recover. Maybe when they got to his common room she would check it again just to be sure she hadn’t missed anything. ”Hey, I’m…” She paused when he began to speak again.

Jessie smirked a bit. ”I’d hate to get out of bed in the morning with that face, forget about classes. Uh no offence was meant to you though.” ’Oh hey good job, just insult the guy while he’s already been beat up tonight. Real nice of you. Shut up’ The internal argument ran through Jessie head quickly, but didn’t show on her face. ”No, sorry. Ah don’t know how to heal. Never bothered to learn. Just took my dad’s advice, ‘don’t get hit’. Course, doesn’t always work. Maybe we could go to the hospital wing after all. I bet Madame Pomfry will be able to fix you up, and I hear she doesn’t ask too many questions.”

Jessie stopped dead, and very slowly turned on her heals beck to face him. ”And you are just realizing this now?” She asked very slowly. Jessie knew this might freak the kid out, but she was kind of upset about it. Wands could cost a lot, and sometimes, as in her case, could take week and multiple shops to find the one that chose you. She had no doubt in her mind that even if they missed the frog they would find the wand.

She dug her fingers into her hair as if she was going to pull on it. An exasperated growl came from her, quite animalistic in nature, before her eyes refocused on the boy before her. ”Well I ain’t just goin’ ta waltz in there. You and me; we are going to find ourselves a teacher,” she said before marching off, looking over her shoulder and waving to Eddie. ”Well come on then if you want it back unjinxed.”

Jessie started off towards the teachers’ lounge, hoping someone would be in there at this late hour. If not, then they would have to try their luck in the halls and hope they didn’t get detention before they were able to explain what was going on. It took a few moments for her to get reoriented with where she was in the castle before she turned and grabbed Eddie’s hand and marched of down a corridor. She swiped away a tapestry and pulled Eddie into a secret passage. When they emerged they were only a few feet from the Teacher’s Lounge. She was reaching for the door to knock on it, when the knob turned. On instinc, Jessie grabbed the front of Eddie’s shirt and pulled him back into the secret passage. She pressed her finger to her lips to single for him to by quiet.

Jessie peaked out from behind the tapestry and watched Filch walking away. She knew they would have gotten detention before she could have even shown the man Eddie’s messed up face for the sympathy vote. After he was gone, she lead Eddie back out and went for the door again, but stopped when she noticed a shadow down the hall had stopped and was turned in their direction.