alaskaquinn liked your post: Mer, anyone wanna RP?
Assuming you want to, Carleh? :p
I don’t even know if you’re online or not so if you don’t respond in five minutes I’m gonna go to bed because Charlie hasn’t told Bill yet and so I’m sadface and want tomorrow to come.
Mer, anyone wanna RP?
Because I haven’t been on Twila in a while and yeah. xD
Jasper out of bed and began to stretch a little. He walked around Twila’s room for a bit, giving her some more time to wake up. Jasper observed every scrap of paper on the wall that caught his attention. The ones that really caught his eye were the pictures of Twila and her friends, hoping that one day a picture of the two of them will be on that wall. He crept towards the window and looked outside at the American city. Nothing was that different considering they were in a small residential area full of homes, but he knew that all the famous New York tourist sights were not that far from them. Jasper filled with excitement and turned back towards Twila and asked, “Well what do we have planned for today? I should warn you that no matter what we do, I’ll be such a tourist and photograph everything.”
Twila watched him for a couple of moments, smiling gently as he surveyed her room. She had newspapers taped to one wall — clippings that amused her, some of her Muggle friends, and just little other magazine, newspapers, and quotes from books had become a collage up on the wall. To that wall’s right were photos upon photos of her, as well as her friends and family. The majority of the photos were of her and Alaska from fourth year, and her and her sister from various ages. Twila had more photos from her year at Hogwarts stacked rather untidily on her already cluttered desk. Another wall, the one where her desk was pushed up against, had the quote: “The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. ~ William Shakespeare” written in script.
She climbed from her bed, coming to stand next to Jasper and grinning as she wrapped her arms around him. “Mm, think we should check out Central Park for sure. Any specific places you want to hit, Jas?”
Jasper slowly opened his eyes and let out a huge yawn. He continued to lie in Twila’s bed remembering the all the fun the two had the night before, excluding the plane ride. Jasper hated planes. He didn’t really like the idea of being confined into a piece of flying metal. If it were up to him, Jasper would’ve much rather have apperated there, but he didn’t want to use magic on his way to a family of muggles. He rolled over and observed how peaceful Twila looked as she was sleeping. Jasper sat up to get a better view of the clock on the nightstand. It appeared to be almost 10 in the morning. He would’ve gone back to sleep considering it was summer holiday, but he wanted to go out an explore his first day in New York. Jasper looked back at Twila and was hesitant about waking her up, she looked so peaceful. He laid back down and gently whispered into Twila’s ear, “Wake up sleepy head. Let’s go have some fun.”
It would officially be considered summer to Twila when they actually hit American land, which they had done so two nights ago. Too excited to sleep, yet too worn from being in a plane for so long, Twila decided to not show Jasper her hometown until the next day. She had decided on a whim while staying at the Leaky Cauldron that she was going to make a scrapbook, and had slipped away when Jasper had passed out the previous night to ask her older sister if she would be willing to help. Of course, her sister had always been a sucker for love stories, and agreed to help out.
Feeling quite content, Twila had snuggled up next to Jasper, and had fallen asleep. She slept through the night with no troubles, and had woken up to find that it was nine-thirty in the morning. She merely buried her face back into her pillow and tried to fall back asleep. Then… she heard someone whispering in her ear. Her eyes fluttering open, she saw the pretty face that made up Jasper White, her best friend, and her crush. It was odd, for Twila to be having a crush. She had been around girls for the past six years, minus her father and professors, and to be liking a guy was, well, different. But it was a good different.
Twila smiled at her classmate, her hand coming to her mouth to stifle a yawn. “G’mornin’, Jasper,” she murmured, grinning once again as she sat up.
My cousin is here, staying the night — she keeps reading shit aloud and making me lose my train of thought.
Never has a photo been more appropriate.
When Carly gets online, tell her that Andee needs her, ASAP.
Like, really. This is important.