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 The Perfect Catch, JR // Kenz <3
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The forbidden forest was a mystery to everyone, but there was a reason it was forbidden and it wasn’t limited to monsters and plants and nasty surprises, but also because certain Griffyndor stomped the earth into submission beneath their feet on daily runs; soon their tyrannical reign would end and Anora would see to it.

This particular evening found the Hufflepuff humming some modern song as she laid out her very well-thought out plan. “they see me rollin’, they hatin’..” she breathed, giving a small wiggle-shimmy as she danced along to the music playing in her head all the while extending the net out along the dirt covered path. There were a few plants here and there, nothing that would seem out of the ordinary, and she had specifically chosen this time of day – or night- for her plan. The dark already held an infinite amount of secrets, what was one more harmless one?

She’d been using some of her magic, waving her wand around like an instructor direction an orchestra into the perfect cacophony of sounds all melding together into one great symphony. At some point she’d climbed the tree to make sure that everything was secure and after testing the trap a couple of times, she started to rearrange the leaves and shrubbery along the trail to make it seem as natural as possible. There were a few instances were creatures, residents of the Forbidden Forest inched closer in open curiosity and each time they came close they sent her heart racing, pulse thrumming in her ears and fear spiking with each snap or crack of a branch.

The trees were eerie, they gave off an omniscient and sentient feeling that often made Anora think they were watching and judging her for what she was about to do. After checking the trap one more time and adding a few more adjustments, Anora picked up a branch and used her wand to shave off its bark, rotating it manually as she chipped away at the wood making it look like a wand one would find in Olivandre’s or even in the hands of one of the Hogwarts students. Then she floated it down gingerly on the trap, being extremely careful not to spring it on accident or she’d have to reset it.

By this time the song had shifted and she was openly singing “Five, six, seven, eight, God is good but I am great…” her voice trailing off as she stopped to look up at the sky and visually check on the time of day. Excitement started to make her giddy and she used that energy to climb back up onto another tree branch – she had been spending a lot of time stalking boys and climbing tree branches, apparently- where she pulled an apple from her robes and crunched on it, her stomach rumbling from hunger. At this rate, there was a big chance that she was going to miss supper, but figured that no one would really miss her since the mess hall was always very noisy and students came and went depending on their evening classes.

Still, being out here alone in the Forbidden Forest as creepy and she had to keep music playing in her head on repeat in order to keep from bolting. Not that she would have in the first place; Anora would rather be out here all night scared out of her mind than face someone calling her a coward. Anora Chevalier did not run away from a dare or a challenge, which most of the time they were one and the same. Her ears were trained on the noises around her, mind quieting but still on edge as the sounds of the forest amplified, the night creatures slinking out of their hidey-holes to haunt the grounds below. The phantom sensation of spider legs on the back of her neck made her shudder and she shifted in her spot; hearing – faintly – the sounds of her quarry headed in her direction.

If she wanted to catch the pack, first she had to capture their fearless leader. Or, seemingly fearless leader, because this particular fantastic beast and Griffyndor definitely had a lot he was running scared of. No one ran that much if nothing was chasing them and Anora was determined to find out what it was.

Maybe they could trade?



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Left foot, right foot, left foot. One foot in front of the the other, pounding away at the earth underneath the black sneakers that were starting to be considered worn out. He had just bought shoes the month prior, but with all of the running that he did, it was a wonder that they had lasted this long. His breath was coming out in short spurts and the lion was working hard at making it more even. That was part of the game when running; focusing on his breathing until it was just the right mix for the pace that his legs were carrying at. His chest begged to differ that it was not doing well, since he had been running for the last hour or so. This was the last part of his run for the night, through the forest and then JR would head back to the castle.

It was nearing that time of day where the sun would be going down and JR knew that he would need to go to the kitchens for dinner since he had been running during the time that students were gathered in the great hall for the evening meal. His eyes stayed on the pathway ahead, searching for broken sticks and twigs that could get in his way of running, things that would cause him to stumble and to fall. What was he running from that day? Was that the question that he was running from itself? After all, Erik had just gotten attacked by a younger student and the young man was struggling with the idea that he should go find said student and teach them a lesson, much the way that he had punched Oisin Woodbane when JR had seen him flirting with Kiss a few years ago. The lion pushed on, trying to out run the thought, the fantasy of going to find Quincy Elkins' younger brother and punching him in the face, much as he deserved since the snake had broken Erik's wand.

JR's lips curved into a scowl as the anger ripped through his chest; making it clear that he needed to run more. He pushed on, kicking the speed up a small notch as he entered the thickest part of the forest on the route he took. JR knew that fighting wasn't the answer, knew that he should not go find Andre and punch him; yet the idea dangled there, flooding him, taunting him. It was like it had an invisible hook and was reeling him in slowly. His jaw tightened and his fingers clenched into fists as he ran, bowing his head to run even faster as his thigh muscles screamed at him to stop. The birds around him faded away into nothing as his feet smashed against the earth now. If he could just run a little bit faster, the lion wouldn't become the nasty person that was influenced by his mother.

Right?

JR could try, but in the end, he didn't know if he would be successful. Was he running only to fail? It was a doubt that plagued him and yet, the lion continued to run. Pushing himself harder and harder. That night, when Erik had told him, he had put on his neutral face, helping his friend back to his tower, supporting him as a good friend would do. But now, alone with his thoughts, anger lashed through him and therefore, he continued to run.

Until suddenly, he was lifted off of the ground in a netting, trapped. Angry kicks proceeded to follow a yell that was both of anger and surprise, shoutiing, "What the hell, let me out." Punches were thrown, kicks were made against the netting that was holding him and finally, it broke, dropping him to the ground and there the young man last, breathing heavily, his limbs screaming at him, the resounding crunching sound in his shoulder telling him that yes, once more, the lion had broken his shoulder in the spot that he had the week before when he had been thrown from a house. Pain filtered through him, but this was not something new to the young man in question. His eyes focused on the trees above, sweat pouring from him, the green leaves dancing in the soft wind as the lion fought to keep control, fought not to slip into the panic attack that gripping at him with sharp claws.

It was a loosing battle.

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Here is what Anora had expected, she had expected JR to come running down the trail through the forbidden words, and he did. She had expected him to bend down after spotting the fake wand and get caught up in her snare, and while he didn’t bend down to pick up the wand, which he didn’t but details. He did however end up snagged in the net and lifted off the ground as the trap sprang. That she expected. What she didn’t expect or count on was that the lion would put up one hell of a fight, or that the net would be so flimsy that a few kicks and punches, jostling it around would cause it to break. Anora’s face scrunched up and she winced, shutting her eyes as JR’s body hit the ground. It was a very dull and sickening thud against the hard earth and immediately the guilt crawled up to swamp her.

After opening her eyes one at a time, Anora slid from her perch on the branch only to drop in a crouch a few feet away from him. She straightened and brushed the dirt off her palms onto her skirt and bit her lip as she approached, thinking that maybe this was a really bad idea. Anora didn’t rush to his side; she was concerned about the lion lying there on the ground, his eyes focused on something overhead. This was definitely not how she had imagined things to progress, although she should have been ready for something like this happening. Nothing ever went according to plan.

Approaching carefully, just in case he decided he was mad and would take it out on her –rightfully so-, Anora crouched down beside him, reaching out to touch him tentatively since he looked to be in some kind of pain. “Hey are you okay?” If he had landed differently he might have broken his neck and she would have killed him, but it looked like he had injured his arm by the way his body lay, trying to keep weight off that particular limb and the shape of his shoulder. Everything had gotten about one-hundred times worse the moment a broken body part was involved and now she couldn’t proceed as she had planned a part of her flushed at the slight annoyance she felt.

Who the hell told him to struggle so much in a net of all places, and why hadn’t he used his wand or his magic to get out of it instead of thrashing and punching? Annoyance tried to make itself surface over panic, she’d never really meant to hurt him and the guilt was making it hard for her to breathe, it was making her eyes water but she sucked in a breath and pushed those stupid tears back. What was the matter with her, worried about how she might come out looking if he found out instead of trying to help the guy?

“I’m sorry I was trying to catch y-“ Anora stopped herself before she could say ‘catch you by surprise’ and instead amended her sentence. “I was trying to catch a Thestral.” The lie slid easily off her tongue, her fingers reaching for her wand but the spells that could help him couldn’t be reached, and she was producing a complete and utter blank, but knew that she had to do something. This had been her fault. Merlin Anora, you could have killed him! A trap? Seriously? Why not just go up to the guy and talk to him like a normal wizard. While her mind rambled, chastising, Anora extended a hand out to him, worry plainly written all over her face. Licking dry lips, she tucked her hair away behind an ear and shifted towards his good side. “Let’s sit you up, slowly.” Gingerly she slid an arm around him and helped prop him up if he allowed.


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Did it make him feel better, that the young man had the chance to thrash around, yell and kick at the net that eventually had broken? Of course, using a wand might have been the more sensible thing to do, but the young man had already been angry, had already been running because of the anger that threatened to consume him, march him to the dungeons, find Andre Elkins and punch him right in the face. Maybe he still would, who knew? Punching people was harsh, but so was people breaking your best friends' wand. The boy clearly deserved the punch; JR knew that much. Andre Elkins better stay clear of the lion for a while, or bad things might happen.

Although it would seem that they would not be happening that day, as JR laid on the ground, his arm throbbing in protest, he heard the scrapping of leaves on the dirt ground around him. The net was still tangled on his legs, trapping him even if he wanted to get up and starting running immediately again. It sounded like someone was around; though it didn't really matter to the lion at this point. His green eyes stayed unfocused but looking up at the trees that surrounded them, light barely peeking through as night was fast approaching. The sun was setting in the west and it would soon be night. Hopefully the moon would be out that night so that he could finish his run in peace. It was amazing that all he wanted to do was complete the run, when his arm was throbbing and his mood angry because he needed to go to the hospital wing and get it taken care of. Not for the first time, the young man wished that Erik's rune was still placed upon his skin. Maybe later on, he would go get a tattoo of it, for memory sake or something. A ghost of a smile came then, as he thought of the rune that the eagle had placed on the very same shoulder a few weeks prior after the lion had been thrown off of a horse.

Green eyes finally settled on the shoes of the person that was here to help him - or rather, the person that had attempted to catch him, as the slip of her tongue hadn't gone unnoticed by the young man that let her help him into a sitting position. There was no dizziness, which was good. From experience, the lion knew that this meant that he hadn't hurt his head and that it was just his arm that needed tending to. Maybe he would stop running in the forest after this. After the punch in the jaw a month ago and now this, it seemed that it wasn't the creatures of the forest but the girls in the castle that were after him. In all reality, it should have been a nice thought, but the getting hurt things really needed to stop.

A sigh escaped his lips and he rubbed his shoulder in his free hand, looking up to the girl that was next to him, not surprised that it was Anora that had tried to catch him - wasn't she always trying to do something a little crazy that involved him in some way or another? His brow crinkled in confused, his previous anger and thoughts about Andre forgotten - for now - in leu of this new little puzzle of what the badger wanted with him. Looking to her, he shifted his legs before not bothering with the net - it was clear she wanted to talk right? Fine, she could have a piece of his mind, "What exactly did I - I mean, the thestral, do to you, then?"

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Of course JR wouldn’t fall for that terrible excuse especially after she had fudged it up in the beginning. Anora crouched down in front of JR, looking over the bulge in his shoulder as it had already started to swell and she debated pulling out her wand and healing it; but mending broken bones was tricky business, so she figured they would both be better off taking him to the infirmary and letting the nurse work her magic on him. It was a little disappointing that she didn’t get to see him dangle for a few minutes, but it wasn’t too bad for her first time using a net. In fact, Anora had to bite her bottom lip as she tried not to laugh at the sudden image of him being scooped up into the air, dangling and thrashing before being unceremoniously dumped onto his shoulder and side.

Just remembering the sound of his bones breaking could almost force her to sober up, but the truth of the matter was that all she could picture was JR caught in a net, thrashing and cursing and she tried not to laugh. This was a serious matter, so her lips pressed into a “thoughtful” line in order to keep the laugh-snort from coming out. A deep breath and serious mental effort later, Anora was able to keep the giggling to zero; but she would probably laugh about it later if she were honest. Guilt had a way of sneaking up on her days later, but usually dissipated pretty quickly when in the moment.

She also wasted no time getting to the point, her concern for him wavering a little bit as he too seemed to slip - although that might have been intentional, clearly letting her know he was onto her. “Nothing, I wasn’t trying to catch a Thestral, I was trying to catch you. Guess I need to reinforce the net better next time.” she confessed with the airiness of someone used to getting away with things, but she did still feel bad, only she managed to push that right down where no one could see it. “That would have been something though, trapping a Thestral…” Anora’s mind wandered for a few seconds and then she came back to JR, studying him like a puzzle she’d like to solve. “Does it help? Running away from your demons, I mean. Don’t they just end up catching up to you when you slow down or stop?”

This hadn’t been exactly how she’d imagined the conversation would go, but she’d lost the desire to draw it out and make him suffer more than he already was. See? I can be merciful, she thought still watching JR and not thinking to offer a helping hand so he could stand up and they could start heading back towards the infirmary. Perhaps this was a different form of cruel and unusual punishment and she should copyright it. The badger also didn’t seem to think that doing these reckless things could have extenuating circumstances, or if she did, she certainly didn’t show it.

“I know you’re running from something, it’s just hard to try and figure out what bon-bon Quidditch extraordinaire JR Zerner could possibly have to fear, or run away from.” Anora’s musings were spoken out loud now, all of the things she had seen happening in her surroundings concerning JR coming to their surface. As someone who also ran away from her problems, the badger definitely had an idea of what it looked like when others were trying to hide, or outrun their problems. She wondered idly, if anyone in their entire history had actually managed to fall away, or if they had all been – at some point or another – inevitably caught.

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What exactly did the lion know about the badger, anyways?

With lips pressed together, his brow knitted together as he shifted slightly, positioning better on the ground. it was getting cooler out as the day turned into the night, but it was not that the bothered the young man - maybe it was a rock that was digging into his bottom, since as he shifted the lion felt slightly more comfortable on the ground, even as his green eyes looked sharply to the badger that made it clear that she was not going to give up on the quest of trying to figure him out. This was something that irritated JR - why exactly did it matter what he did to Anora? Sure, he had spent some time kissing her friend on the couch of Gryffindor tower, but that was old new, to anyone that was in on the gossip, Ariel was very happily taken, which the lion was sure that Anora knew.

So what the hell did she care about his running habits?

Anger was seeping back in; it was none of the badger's business why he ran. The thing about the thestrals seemed to be like a flat out line, if the young man's ears weren't deceiving him. She wasn't trying to catch a thestral, in fact, he doubted that she could even see such a creature, with all of the time that she spent interfering in everyone else's life. Although the thought would not normally cross the lion's mind, it seemed that anger had a way of making the lion a wee bit negative. Although, maybe it was the pain that was coursing through his shoulder that also could be part of the blame for the young man that had just fallen from a net like a trapped animal.

"Not your bussiness," he remarked, surprisingly calm, amidst the anger that he was feeling course through his veins. Shifting and pushing himself off the ground with his good arm, the lion stood. He looked around, making sure that he hadn't dropped anything in the fall; checked his pockets especially for his wand and was satisfied with the fact that it was there before he started away from the girl. There was no way that he was going to engage in this conversation; there was no reason for it. The badger had been nothing but rude to him and there was no reason that he owed her any explanation what so ever for anything that he did - or didn't, do. There were no thestrals around, her pondering made it clear that she had been thinking about him in the first place - all she had to do was be a normal human and talk - or not talk - about what was happening in his life, but she had chosen to try to trap him into telling her what was going on.

Leaves crunched under his sneakers and the young man paused in his steps with a stunning realization of why Anora was bothering him to the very depths to his soul. Trapping him had been something that she would've done. With that realization, a shiver went down the young man's spine involuntarily and his footsteps started to pick up a bit, clearly tempted to break into another run, even though his arm was broken.

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"You're right," she drawled, moving after JR as he started to walk away. Innocently her hands were placed behind her back as the Hufflepuff skipped a few steps to catch up to him and when she did, managed to keep pace with him. "I'm just bored and have nothing better to do than torture my upperclassmen." A lie that danced easily on her tongue, sliding off even easier since for the most part Anora had lost interest in pursuing this particular activity. She didn't dislike JR, in fact she knew little of him besides that he liked to run and she had gotten it in her mind that he was maybe running from something. Given the way he had reacted - although that could have been blamed on the fact that she had cornered him and broken his arm - she now knew that there was something he was hiding. Even that had not been enough to keep her interest.

Thinking that this was perhaps the time to make herself scares, the Hufflepuff considered letting him stomp off to get his own help for the arm but then leaving someone injured in the Forbidden Forest wasn't the nicest of ideas. Even Anora knew the difference between abandoning someone who needed help and being outright cruel, versus a prank and losing interest with the knowledge that he would find his way back safe and sound. That he would be able to defend if anything came at him were he healthy. Well, that was one reason she stayed beside him; reaching to her pocket to pull out her wand just in case their sounds had attracted something not so nice.

The other reason Anora kept pace with JR and even had to quicken her own step - taking two steps to his single one - was because of that. There seemed to be a panic that settled over him. The damage had been done however, and even though she doubted that he would tell her what had him spooked or even allow her to continue accompanying him; she at least had to try. "Hey, slow down there Flash; you're going to jostle your arm and it's going to hurt. What's got you spooked?" Little did the Chevalier girl know that she reminded him of someone. That perhaps she was the thing in the dark; going bump in the night that had JR near the point of bolting again.

She might have shared some cruel traits with Yvette and not known it since her mother had been dead for quite some time now. Yet perhaps evil was something that was inherited.

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Running had been something that had always been easy for the lion, it was just that after his mother had come into his life that the young man had started to use it as an escape from the world, a way to forget about the emotions or the thoughts that were at hand, letting them fall away into the bliss of hearing only his footsteps or the beat of his heart in his ears. JR could not fathom a better way to be able to keep the panic attacks out - or the anger that seeped into him because some snot nosed kid had hurt his friend, accident or not. Perhaps there was a little bit more of Kilsha in him than JR wanted there to be. Perhaps that it was fate that led him out into the forest on this day, where the lion could be slapped in the face with this fact.

He blew out a long breath, the soles of his sneakers bouncing over the ground, his feet moving quicker even as JR ignored the shooting pain in his arm. Eventually it would make it so that he would take a trip to the hospital wing, but pain was really nothing new to the lion. A sigh escaped his lips, for the first time ever wishing that he was wearing a sweatshirt so that he could tuck his arm into the pocket like a sling. His eyes wandered the path ahead as the young man moved out of the forest, the young woman that had trapped him, running up behind him.

Not that the lion really cared to talk to her at this point. She had reminded him too much that he was like Kilsha, or was it that she was like his mother? The lines were blurring, the thoughts were fuzzy as the young man gritted his teeth through the pain and continued on, sweat running down his bare back over glamoured skin that made it so that the badger could not see the scars that ran over his body. There were only two people that the lion had shared the scars with and there probably weren't going to be very more - especially when the person beside him reminded him of his egg donor of a mother.

"I don't need your help, thanks," he mumbled to the girl that caught up to him, because eventually, the lion was not going as fast as he could've if his arm wasn't hurt. "Maybe you've caused enough damage for the day." The words slipped from his mouth before he could catch them and the lion shifted, running his unhurt fingers through his hair, looking to her as he blew out a soft breath. "I'm sorry. I don't mean that. I'm not in a good mood." JR was done being like his mother - he would not intentionally hurt Anora, nor would he go after the boy that had hurt his best fiend, even if the young man really wanted to.

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