If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie]

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If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie] Apr 15, 2013 20:45:48 GMT -8

Post by EZRA JUDE WINCHESTER on Apr 15, 2013 20:45:48 GMT -8

Ezra was still pressed against a wall in the corridors. The sounds of the Sex Ed class had faded as she heard the door close. She had always been one to take embarrassment fairly well, and soldier on. But this was a whole new level, this was no longer embarrassment, but shame. Pure shame.

She knew going into whatever it was that she and Alex were, that there would be consequences, and that there was the possibility of being found out, which would have been a horrid experience in itself. But instead of just a passing student, or teacher finding them, it had been her friends. Friends she loved dearly, and they had seen her in that legendarily compromising position. They had cheered, they had looked away, and they had stared in shock. But the thing that had hurt the most, was Jorrie.

Ezra had never felt more vulnerable in her life than she did when that door opened. When she saw the looks on Eddies, Benjis, all of their faces. Cait cheering them on hurt as well, but Jor was the one who poured the salt in the wound. When he pushed Alex into her and gave the detailed 'lecture' to him, it had made her feel dirty and wretched. She felt like an exhibit for all to see and jest at, to look on and laugh. Sure, she had pretty much set herself up for some hits on her reputation, she was even prepared for name calling and slander. But not for all of that.

So there she was. Crying in the corridor, wishing very much that she was anywhere but in Hogwarts. Her makeup smudged and lined down her cheeks with each tear fall, her eyes reddened, and her hands trembling each time she went to wipe them. She felt very much deserved of those tears, not that many knew why. That incident had been the closest to anything remotely sexual she had ever done, and it had become a sideshow.

She sniffled and brought her knees to her chest, hugging them close to her. She thought of the consequences it would have if her family heard wind of it. What her parents would think, what her brother would think. With those thought, her head buried in her knees, and more tears came trailing. No one was going to believe the bullshit story Alex had spun up on the spot. And there was no way that it all wouldn't become the latest gossip.

Feeling very much alone, and outcasted, she stiffened at the sound of quick footsteps coming down the hall, and kept her face buried, hoping whoever it was would just move on.

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If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie] Apr 21, 2013 1:04:28 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2013 1:04:28 GMT -8

Needless to say Joram felt horrible after Ezra took off, what the hell was wrong with him lately and why was he running around hurting people's feelings all of a sudden? This wasn't like Jor, he wasn't like this, he was a nice boy who knew a lot of people and lately he was pushing them away. After the poor girl ran from the classroom Joram felt nothing but shear guilt and remorse, shoving through the students he set off to find her, to comfort her. He hated when people didn't feel wanted, when they didn't feel the need to be loved or have the ability.

The heels of his boots clicked dully on the stone floor as he followed after her. Catching the scent of the poor girl who was still riddled with the high that came with sex. The high Joram craved more than any other drug. It effected him mentally, but remorse soon took over and he wanted to make things right. Seeing the girl collapsed in a heap on the floor Joram stopped before her and looked down. Slowly he sunk to one knee and let his hand slip under hers and let it rest upon her cheek. The black of her makeup smeared from her eyes and it was his fault.

Without a word, Jor smiled lightly and pushed her tears from her cheeks with his thumb. He could feel the shudder of heavy sobs coursing through her completely. "Hey, hush now." Joram cooed with her urging her to calm down. Kissing her on the forehead before pulling her to him, the Hufflepuff boy wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her gently. Letting her cry into his chest. Soon he found himself sitting on the stone floor holding Ezra. "I'm sorry I said anything, I'll fix this, you don't need to cry. Do you want to go to my dorm so people can't find you until you're cleaned up?"

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If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie] May 31, 2013 20:40:19 GMT -8

Post by EZRA JUDE WINCHESTER on May 31, 2013 20:40:19 GMT -8

Ezra wanted desperately to disappear with each sound of footsteps. She didn't know who it was and at that point she really didn't care. She just wanted them to go away and leave her be. And it was a fair chance that they would. Surprisingly not a lot of people stopped to ask someone why they were crying in a corridor. So she hoped in vain that that was the type of person coming now. But she was wrong.

the footsteps stopped in front of her and waited. She could sense the person lowering and felt a hand slide under hers onto her cheek. She sobbed quietly and looked up to see Jorrie kneeling in front of her. Her eyes conveyed nothing but hurt and burning question of why as he wiped the tears away. she could plainly see that he felt badly about what had happened, and a ridiculous part of Ezra that made her her, felt badly for him.

"Hey, hush now." He whispered as he kissed her forehead. She sniffled quietly and tried to calm herself. Her ears listened intently for the sound of anyone else coming down the corridor, but heard nothing. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and she laid her head in his chest, trying to stop herself from crying anymore. Jorrie had hurt her, probably far more than he knew, but the fact hat he was here for her right now, comforted her. It wasn't in Ezras nature to hate, or hold a grudge with anyone. Whether it was a fault of hers or not, she strived to see the good in people, and was forgiving and understanding above all else. Whatever had prompted Joram to say and act how he did, she believed it wasn't to intentionally hurt her. She couldn't believe that, even with all of the things going on in the world, and even in the school, she believed in the good in people.

They sat on the floor like that for awhile, and Ezra had finally stopped the tears from falling. Her eyes were red and by now she looked more similar to a raccoon than a girl.

"I'm sorry I said anything, I'll fix this, you don't need to cry. Do you want to go to my dorm so people can't find you until you're cleaned up?"

She smiled weakly and nodded, her head still leaned on his chest. He had offered the closest thing to disappearing that she would find, and right ow she wanted nothing more than to just be hidden away for awhile.

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If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie] Jun 2, 2013 14:27:22 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 14:27:22 GMT -8

The tears of the female species were not unfamiliar to the Hufflepuff boy. In fact there had been many nights women had just crawled to him sobbing. Joram Mortelle was a problem solver, but first he happened to be the problem. Running his hands through Ezra's hair he smiled lightly just wanting her to feel safe, and knowing that the biggest whore of the school wasn't about to dip his dick where someone had already laid claim was safe enough. Breathing her in a getting a feel of the girl's emotions had to be something he was good at or else he wouldn't have ended up here in this state.

Joram was a chivalrous man when he needed to be, but the waning feeling toward women sexual had caught him off guard. The last woman he bedded was the Eileen Harlow girl and he hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since the incident, that was almost two weeks ago. Normally Joram hunted them down, scored the weak and the innocent, took what he thought was his and had a good time. Lately, women had been far and few in between. They had been a good distraction, yes, but the attraction toward them had been falling like a landslide. He'd not been able to get it up while wanking to some of his magazines. The instant his mind fell from the pictures before him and slipped to his imagination that was when it happened.

Ignoring what was on his mind he actually picked Ezra up off the ground and into his arms, they were close enough to the Hufflepuff dorm where he wouldn't have to set her down. The blonde hair of the girl happened the drape over his shoulder and he carried her through the entrance. Making sure that none of the guys were in his dorm, Jor set Ezra down on his bed and shut the door keeping her away from anyone that could see or make fun of her for the incident that had happened. Right now she was safe from ridicule and that was something that was very near and dear to his heart.

Kicking open the trunk at the foot of his bed, Joram pulled out a bottle of amber liquid. Whiskey. It took a certain type of palate to stomach it, but right now he could only assume that something was better than nothing. Filling a low-ball glass about halfway he handed it over. "Drink that, it'll make you feel better in no time." Sitting down he let his own mouth meet the rim of the bottle pulling a swig back.

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If shame had a face it would kind of look like mine [Jorrie] Jun 3, 2013 10:37:46 GMT -8

Post by EZRA JUDE WINCHESTER on Jun 3, 2013 10:37:46 GMT -8

Ezra stiffened momentarily as Jor picked her up off of the ground, she hadn't been expecting that. But rather than fight it, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, her hair falling over it, and concealing the rest of her face. A small sense of security bubbled inside her, as he walked. After what had transpired, being taken somewhere away from prying eyes made her feel incredibly safe. Part of her worried what would happen to Alex, because surely Professor Adams wasn't going to believe a word of it, given the display he had seen. That had to be grounds for some kind of reprimand, or even him losing is job at Hogwarts. The thought of being the reason for something like that, turned her stomach into knots. If it all had happened in the sake of love, then perhaps she wouldn't feel so terrible about it, but that was one of the questions she couldn't answer. Did they love each other, or did they simply care for each other. It didn't much matter now. If Professor Adams had gone to the headmaster, he was gone. Even if he wasn't by some saving grace, there was the very real, obvious possibility that they would not be allowed within even shouting distance of each other.

Her head was getting somewhat clearer, and less befuddled with the stress and shame, and more so trying to figure out what kind of repercussions this would all have. For starters, if Professor Adams had gone to the headmaster, surely she would be hearing about it and be called upon by him and probably have a nervous breakdown in the process. She wasn't prepared to think about that just then though, and pushed it to the far reaches of her mind. Aside from what would happen to Alex, the biggest thing going through her head was what people would think of her. Getting caught with your skirt up was bad enough, but with a teacher was grounds for some serious ridicule from all ends. She knew she wouldn't be looked at the same by Eddie or Benji, and the small ray of hope that she wouldn't have to face them was quickly snuffed out, when she remembered that they were all in the same House, and a lot of the same classes.

Eventually they had reached the Hufflepuff dorms, and after a quick minute of scanning, Jor took her in and to his room, shutting the door to anyone who might come. He sat her down on his bed, and she instinctively drew her knees to her chest, and began furiously trying to wipe away the now raccooned makeup. After getting most of it off, and looking a lot less pathetic, Jor kicked open the trunk by his bed and handed her a drink.

"Drink that, it'll make you feel better in no time."

She smiled and looked at the liquid before taking a rather large swig. The familiar burn of whiskey ran down her throat. She was thankful for it. At parties or just hanging out with some friends, she had always preferred whiskey over most else, and right now it was similar to how people were with comfort food.

She slung her arms around her legs and held the glass. A quiet sigh escaped her.

"Jorrie...? What is everyone going to think of me now.. after all of that?" Right now, she felt safe, but hopeless and almost lost. She had inadvertently turned her own world upside down and gotten thrown in a landslide. All the dominoes were falling down and she didn't know if there would be any pieces left to pick up.