Early Morning Bells

His hands rested onto her shoulders, and she could feel a shiver run up and down her spine. Not only once, but many times, as though he were the current that continued to charge her body. It was a form of electricity, of sorts, though not the same kind as that found in a muggle outlet or that of the static shock from a carpet. No, this was much more like a jolt from lightening itself, strong and powerful, and overwhelming. It was so good to feel it, yet she knew that it was bad, because once lightening struck, it struck hard. It was nearly impossible to come back from.

The strands of hair soon were pushed back, by the same hand that sent the vibrations throughout her body. There was something about this moment, something about it that made Ella feel so...lost. She wasn't nearly as much of herself as she had wished she was. Her body reacted to things that she hadn't asked it too, and even now her thoughts would drift out of place. She could feel herself losing control of the only thing that she had once been assured of owning. She, herself, could no longer control that which had always belonged to her, and only her. What was this feeling?

Ella stared at him, his words too far off for her to fully comprehend. She wasn't even sure that she heard him before she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Had she become a puppet? She wasn't sure. Was this what love felt like? But that was way too fast, only stories could possibly be like that. And yet...Ella continued to kiss him, and every moment of it she could feel the bubbles inside of her pop with a delicious burst in her body. Something had been going on, and Ella felt as though she were only watching herself, that it wasn't her who had been kissing Jett, a boy she had only just met, but someone completely different. So where, in all of this, was she?

The cool breeze from the window fluttered Ella's hair as Jett waited with bated breath for her response. It came quickly, with the movement of her body closer to his. He felt the ethereal weight of her arms reaching up and resting on his shoulders, her hands behind his neck. His hands moved carefully to her waist, drawing her to him. The next moment she was kissing him, their lips together. He could feel her vitality pulsing through her lips and into his.  A kiss like this was worth losing himself in, letting his mind let go of the nagging fear it was only because of his blood she was doing this. He would let that thought rest and hope it was untrue, that after the moment had passed she would still remain.

Had he really only noticed her moments before? It felt like he had always known how her presence felt besides his and how her hair smelled of faint book pages. Their intertwined bodies fit together like the last two pieces of the puzzle, long lost but suddenly emerging in order to complete the picture.

Their passionate kiss seemed to last hours, days. Jett's whole self was lost in the subtle movements of Ella's lips. Every dream must end upon waking, though. As their faces moved ever so slightly apart Jett looked down into her eyes. A warm smile spread over his face, etching lines of tenderness. Her arms still around him and his around her they stood silently, savoring what had just passed between them.

Sensations other than Ella slowly edged their way back into Jett's consciousness. Again the solid wood beneath his feet held him in place. He could just make out the murmurs of life from the grounds and castle. Students were waking up, beginning to bustle about and populate the day with noise and movement. The day was starting in earnest and the illusion of solitude and peace was fading with it. Jett had never noticed how mournful the loss of the morning stillness could be. He had never stopped so completely to notice it before and now that he had he didn't want it to ever end. Would it return when the sun rose tomorrow? Would it spread its serenity over the grounds for a short time before the world awoke again?

Letting his body move with fluid grace Jett parted embraces with Ella and gently grasped her hand in his. “May I walk you back to the Castle?”

A string had seemed to have been cut, if only by the fates, as their kiss had broken. Ella stood, staring just below Jett's eyes as he had stared at her, and she had felt lost. For a moment, the magic had snapped within her. Why had she kissed this boy, who she hadn't known long enough to love? How was she so entranced in the moment, when she wasn't sure what that moment was meant to be? A sense of confusion overwhelmed Ella as she stood there, shocked. Her eyes drifted up to Jett's, and snap, just like that, she had felt fully what she had seconds before. Everything inside her began to race once more.

She noticed now every detail of his face, and every detail of his hair, his eyes, his lips...She could see how smooth his skin was, placed perfectly over the bones of his face. His hair looked like silk in this light, so cool to the touch, and soft...

Ella had no intention of leaving the clock tower, not until Jett had asked, at least. A smile plastered over her lips, so hard set in place, yet so soft to the touch. She could feel her heart fluttering, no flying. With large wings, pounding the air forcefully into the ground. Her heart was no butterfly, nor was it a hummingbird. Her heart felt as though it were the eagle that ruled the sky. And she had no intention of landing in the fields anytime soon. The feeling was one to last inside of her, or so that was what her heart told her.

"You may do whatever you please to do."

She smiled as she spoke, the words leaving her lips. Jett had full power over his own being, and what he chose to do and not to do. Ella, at this moment, didn't have much power over herself, if any at all. But it was such a thin line that hooked itself to Ella, that she couldn't even see that she were only a puppet to the moment. It was not she who was in control, not any longer, even though she think that it may be.

With his hand held gently to the small of her back, Jett lead Ella towards the large open doors. The way she walked besides him, her body swaying in time with his, lulled  him into day dreams of sunny strolls and moonlit picnics. The light pouring into the archway was brighter than the shadows of the tower and caused Jett's eyes to water from the change. The air currents sucked them closer to the open grounds, closer to a place where they would continue their days, alone. Jett wanted to keep his arm around her as long as he could, wanted to reach out and stroke her hair at very opportunity.

He knew after the short walk to the school entrance everything could change. She could clear her head, wonder at her actions. Maybe she would regret letting Jett get close to her. The ghost of a frown crossed his face at the thought. It had happened too many times to him to count. His hopes would be raised only to come falling back around him like leaves of a tree. It was times like these he disliked his veela ancestry. Still, he couldn't help but dream that this time would be different. It could be that he would see her and be able to feel the pressure of her lips once again.

“Ella,” he waited until her face looked up into his. “I would like to get to know you, more than what your lips have divulged. Please, meet me again after today.” He ran his hand through her hair one last time and kissed her forehead softly. “You are so beautiful,” Jett mused, still struck by her as they started the walk back into the castle and reality.

(I think this will be my last post on this thread unless Ella comes up with a question. Seems like a good place to end.)

(I agree! You did really, REALLY fantastically RPing out all of those scenes!)

Ella could feel the chains on her body begin to loosen, though they didn't break hold. Strong, like valerian steel, they gripped her hard, even if there had been slack in the line. She was not free, not yet. Even as the castle came into view, with it's tall beauty and hard, old stone. Even the stone, she knew, was not as strong as led on to be. The castle had been broken many times, torn down only to be rebuilt. But it really wasn't the stones that mattered, was it? For the soul of Hogwarts had never died, and lived on throughout the decades.

Silently, she stared into Jett's eyes as he complimented her, though now she felt that her eyes could wander. The chain had loosened, after all, but she hadn't known much else to do with herself, aside from what her body had just experienced. That was what she could repeat, out of familiarity. Not out of pattern, nor habit, it was just the most familiar at the moment. Fresh in her mind, she could still see the chapters of her morning, just like the water that was left behind as the waves retreated back into the ocean. She could feel the retreating, though not the disappearance.

All that she could do was smile at Jett's words. Whether or not it was a veela charm, the moment would have still charmed her. His sweet words left his lips, like the juices of a perfect plum. So sweet, he complimented her being, and he caught her all over again. This time, however, she was herself, with only memories of who she was moments before.

"I'd love to. We shall see eachother again, if only for once more."

She hadn't been very direct in what she had meant by once more. If she had meant that she'd only be entranced by his charm once more, if it would only take one more time for her to figure it out and push him away. It could have been once more as acquaintances, to then burst into lovers. She wasn't direct, because even she hadn't known what could become of her words. That's why words were there, and they were gone. Their imprint didn't last, for it was something that could be so easily changed.

"Goodbye, Jett."

She smiled, turning around and making her way through the castle. Ella allowed herself to gain some distance, before peeking over her shoulder, seeing if Jett was still in her view, though already he had become a blur in her eyes, just a little too soon.

(i read all of it and it was AMAZING!!!)