Post by jaxon.ace.raegan on Nov 26, 2011 20:40:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/3026/i96wfwxesi.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] through your fear and sorrow this was wrong... this was wrong... this was so, so wrong. the single phrase was repeated a billion times in the back of jax's brain, sometimes closer to the front, as he moved like a zombie through the motions of getting ready for his 'date' in the evening. how did the world spin around to it suddenly being okay to restrict the freedoms of sixteen year old boys?hell, when did it become right to restrict the freedoms of twenty-five year old men? if nothing else in the world was sacred, love should be. jax wasn't really sure when he'd become such a romantic, but it didn't take a rocket scientist or the minister of magic to realize that things were very wrong in the world, but for some reason no one had the courach to fix it. someone needed to shove it right in cupid's overstuffed chubby face that he was a tyrant of the worst kind. the world needed to come crashing down around around him so that the world could return to normal. unfortunately, jax knew he would not be that kid. he was not happy with his match, who (from his research) was a year older than him in the hufflepuff house, but he didn't have the courage needed to stand up to some supposedly all-knowing deity. no, little jax would be the perfect little minion, following along to what was commanded because he was too worried of the consequences. he was too young to be tied to a 'final love', yes, but he was way too young to die. so, like a good little boy, he got ready promptly in time for the date, scheduled in room 111 of the dreaded cupid hall. earlier he had convinced the herbology professor to give him a single white rose for the night. it had been easy to do so, seeing as the professor seemed to pity his situation, or maybe they'd just been happy for him? he couldn't really tell... either way, when he reached the room of the meeting he was alone and placed the rose on top of the table before sitting down on a leather chair to await the arrival of serenity cruise. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |