That night was the darkest the sky had been in a long time. There were no stars and the moon was obscured by ominous clouds. It was just eternal blackness as the lights inside a mansion set the balcony in a haunted glow. He slowly breathed in the last of his cigarette smoke before hearing someone emerge through the balcony double doors. Boisterous sounds erupted from the gathering inside and caused him to turn slightly towards the doors. That's when he noticed her familiar curly dark hair running down her back as she shut the glass entryway. When she turned around he watched her dark eyes find him standing in the darkness and she frowned at him.
“Jasper.” Her voice sounded concerned as their eyes met briefly. He flicked his cigarette off the balcony smoothly as she slowly walked towards him. “I saw you leaving.”
“I needed some air.” He said sharply as she crossed her arms quickly.
“Now it’s a smoke?”
“I hate these people. It’s not like they’re waking up tomorrow without her.” They both fell silent again as she leaned onto the railing near him.
“It’s only for a little longer.” Her voice pleaded as he rolled his eyes in aggravation.
“He should have come, for us. Instead he’s just sitting at home, probably getting completely drunk.”
“Jasper, please don’t-”
“Why do you make excuses for him?”
“Because he’s our father!” She stated sternly as her cold glare sunk deeply into his furrowed expression. “You know that dad doesn’t have a clue about this sort of ‘magic business’, it’s up to us to take care of mom’s…closure for these people-”
“What about my closure?” He said darkly as she raised her eyebrows at him. “I was just-I mean-look-I was…I’m bloody miserable!”
“You think I’m having a sodding good time?” She spat quickly. “Jasper, please.”
“Bloody hell, you act like you’re the only one who lost someone tonight.” She turned slightly before letting her hand fly towards her quivering lips. She let out a quick breath that tried to cover her sob, but he knew her all too well. He suddenly turned her around and held her shoulder’s in a brotherly manner before she covered her mouth with both hands. “I’m sorry.” She said softly as he pulled her into a hug.
“No I’m sorry...” He admitted as she embraced him. “I’ve been…it’s just really hard without mom.”
“I miss her too.” They held onto one another for a few moments before composing themselves. “We’re going to get through this.”
“If you say so.” He said simply as pulled away and wiped her cheeks from the free falling tears.
“You’re my brother Jasper, we're in this together.” She smiled beautifully as he matched her same white grin. “Let’s get back in there.”
“You first.” He chuckled before she held her hand out for him to take. They walked back into the large room together as the sounds erupted from the ballroom again. The patio fell into silence once more as the night continued on, until another person came out to admire the twisted twilight. The gentleman followed his best friend through the double doors as they laughed happily together. The bouncy red-head told the darker counter-part about a joke that he charmingly told him earlier in the night.
“And then…then the hippogriff said to the Cornish-pixie-”
“Not that one again mate.” The friend laughed as the red-head swayed slightly.
“It’s funny Harry!”
“To you and maybe a house elf.” They shared another laugh before a vision walked through the glass door in an elegant dress. She always looked beautiful at these sorts of gatherings. Her hair was done-up neatly with silver clips and her pearly smile lit up the balcony. She walked over to them before kissing Harry’s cheek sisterly.
“Hermione.” Harry said with a smile and she rested her hand on his shoulder before fixing his tie.
“Harry, you look handsome tonight.” She said before moving from one to the other. “And you…look…you look like an absolute mess Ron.”
“Thanks Hermione.” Ron said bluntly as Hermione looked at him coldly. “Wouldn’t like to keep Krum waiting now would you?” Ron spat rudely as she scoffed at him.
“Grow up Ronald.” She said bitterly before storming back towards the ballroom doors. Ron finished his drink and the cup disappeared before he fixed his jacket.
“Grow up, can you believe her. I’m the one that needs to grow up.” He started walking towards the doors as Harry watched him unpleasantly. “She’s the one that needs to bloody grow up.”
“She’s trying to be-”
“She’s the one that ran off with that bloody bloke, leaving me at her disposal.”
“You’re going to have to-”
“I mean, I feel that she deserves every awful sodding thing that I have to say.” Ron said rudely as he continued walking back to the doors.
“Keep thinking that.” Harry said sarcastically as Ron glared at him for a moment. “So about that hippogriff and Cornish-pixie…”
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