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A Subtle Touch Unseen by Hermione Potter452
Chapter 4 : "J-Time" and "Uh...clothes?"
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A/N: Hola! New chapter. Yay! Excitement. Okay, so i hope you like this chapter. Here it is.
Psyche. Thanking time! THANK YOU to
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So, I actually went over this chapter before I posted it! Hopefully I caught all the mistakes. Nowww, onto the next chapter of Jenyse's oddity she calls life.


Chapter 4: “J-Time” and “Uh…clothes?”

"And so...." McGonagall looked up and her eyes just happened to land on me. I wasn't paying attention, so I hadn't noticed until she started yelling at me. "Ms. Baccari! I would greatly appreciate it if you weren't off on your own spiritual broom!" For once, no snickers were heard, so I turned to look around the classroom.

"No disrespect, Professor, but it appears that no one else is interested in being aware of what animal it is best to transfigure someone in defense," I said, "so, why single out poor, innocent me?" It was true. Every single one of the students in the class was staring eagerly at their watches. Everyone was anticipating the end of our last class before break. "No one is paying attention, whatsoever. Watch." I turned in my seat to face the class. "Hey! The house elves down in the kitchen told me tonight's dinner consists of cake, firewhisky, and lap dances!" Not a flinch. Not even from Sirius! Wow. Oh, McGonagall looks like a steaming teapot.

"Ms. Baccari!"

"Relax, Professor. Nobody heard me. Well, except you, of course, but you wouldn't dare give me a detention during the jolly season, would you?" I did everything but bat my eyelashes.

She seemed to have an inner conflict, then, to my relief, sighed. "Alright, you're off the hook. Class dismissed!" I got up, put my bag on my shoulder, and walked down the aisle of desks, flicking the heads of the idiots who didn't hear our early dismissal on either side of me. I ignored the agitated calls of, "Hey!" and, "What was that for, Baccari?!" and set off to find Alec.

Truth be told, I wasn't staring at my watch, like everyone else; I was thinking about him. Over the week, I had learned that he wanted to become a professional Quidditch player, he sings (which I have yet to hear), he plays a lot of instruments, and he enjoys muggle sports. I never thought him as a musical guy, but I did suspect he was athletic, what with abs like that. Man, did he have nice abs. But I wasn't going to admit that to his face. Of course not.

"Hey." I turned to the owner of the low, husky voice.

"Hey yourself. How were the last of your classes?" I asked, walking up to him. I took in his nicely spiked hair, hazel-green eyes, and, of course, his chest. Unable to resist, I pictured him shirtless on a broomstick holding a basketball instead of a Quaffle, flying around a soccer field. Oh, the wonders of my brain….I wonder what would happen if he fell off the broom and landed in a jinxed puddle of chocolate syrup and would only come off of his abs if I-

“Jenyse?” Alec snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Were you paying attention to a word I just said?” His forehead was creased in concern.

I lightly shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts. “I…of course…” he looked at me sternly, “…not. Sorry. Seems to be the theme of the day.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, is that so? So, everyone was marveling at somebody else’s form, too? Wow.” He smirked, shying away from my clenching fists.

I could have hit him right there. And because he was right, too! How pathetic…. “I was notmarveling at your form!’”

Alec, living up to his name, mocked surprise and flattery, and said, “Who said you did? Jenyse, I’m flattered! So quick on the denial….”

He laughed, then dodged my abusing hand.

“Oh, Jenyse.”

“Oh, Alec.”

He smiled at me. “Sooo…how was your day?”

I let it go…for the moment. “Slow and uneventful.”

“Ah. Same here. So…I can’t wait for those lap dances we’re getting at dinner, tonight!” he said, cheerfully, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I stared at him incredulously. “You skived off class to spy on me?!” I exclaimed.

He laughed loudly. “No! I’ve got a free period, during the last class on Fridays. I just happened to be walking past McGonagall’s classroom and heard that being said.” He had that stupid, smart alecky, attractive, crooked smile on as he watched for my reaction.

I scrutinized him. “Oh, so you’d actually go down to dinner just for a lap dance? Pig….” I had noticed that he never showed up for any meals in the Great Hall. When I confronted him about it, he had said that he preferred to eat in the company of the house elves in the kitchens.

“Depends who the dancer is.” He gave me an obvious once-over that made me turn red.

“You know, I may dance with my arse, but I sure as hell won’t dance for an arse.” Hah! Try and beat that one, buddy!

“Aw, well, you just lost your tip.”

I gaped at him, open mouthed. How the hell does he come up with these things? Comebacks and insults are my turf! I pulled my bag strap higher up my shoulder, crossed my arms over my chest, and turned away from him, stomping down the empty hall.

“Aw, Jenyse, don’t be that way! I’ll try to behave. I promise.” He took two long strides to fall into step with me again.

“That’s inevitable.” I scoffed.

“Don’t you want your clue?”

Damn. I did. “Ugh, fine. I’ll tolerate your company for a few minutes longer.”

He grinned widely. “Hah! You’re so easy to persuade. Wait – a few minutes? That’s it?” He looked considerably disappointed. This didn’t surprise me quite as much as it used to. I always had a feeling that he was telling the truth: I was his only friend. This fact was incredibly hard to believe, considering his personality. He was funny, sarcastic, cocky, free-spirited; I couldn’t understand it.

I frowned at him, full of pity. “I’m sorry, Alec. I wish I could stay longer; you know that. But my other friends will be wondering where I am, and I can’t use the library charade anymore. Classes are over; break has started. They’re expecting to see more of me, you know?” Surprisingly, he kept eye contact with me. I had expected him to turn his head and look away, like they did in movies, but he held my eyes with his own. I couldn’t tell if he was searching for something there or just staring. He didn’t say anything, so I continued, trying to be sly as an idea came into mind. “But…if you want to hang out with me longer…you could hang out with my friends and I. It’s been a week. I mean, I don’t see the problem with you and me being friends. What are you so worried about?”

He blinked at me. “No. You wouldn’t understand. I know this sounds cliché, and all, but I assure you that it’s not you; it’s me.”

“Then make me understand. Explain it to me.” I gazed up at him.

He sighed, now with – surprisingly – a small smile on his face. “Ah, Jenyse. Another clue for another day.”

“Wha- but I haven’t even gotten my clue for today!” My eyebrows drew together in frustration. I was so close. So close to figuring him – Alec – out. And of course, being Alec, he dodged.

Well, if you must know, I am deathly afraid…of…clowns.” He visibly shuddered at the thought of them.

Needless to say, I stared at him blankly in disbelief. Alec - my Alec – was afraid of clowns?! I was speechless. This whole pompous, brave, and I-don’t-care-about-what-the-hell-other-people-say front was shattered when there were clowns around ?! Clowns?! I mean, yeah, clowns are pretty scary creatures, but Alec scared of them? To death? Ohh, I am never going to let him live this down.

I couldn’t do anything else but laugh my arse off. He glared at me with a Why-did-I-just-say-that?-I-knew-it-was-coming expression. One of my hands clutched my side and my other felt around for something to clutch onto for balance. My eyesight was blocked by tears of laughter.

“Well, don’t let me interrupt. I know how hysterical it is.” He rolled his eyes at me.

I finally managed to calm myself down and wiped my eyes with my sleeve. “Sorry, Alec! So, uh, clowns?!” I tried desperately not to crack up again.

“What?! You have to admit there’s something creepy about them.” He seemed offended and a bit pleased. I supposed it was because I was staying longer than I had planned.

“Yes, but you?!”

“Ugh. You’re hopeless…and mean.”

“That’s me! Well, at least I know what’s wrong when you go running out of a room, screaming bloody murder and flailing your arms in the air.” I almost snorted at the look of resent on his face.

“Are you this mean to your other friends, or is it just me?”

“Yes, actually. Though, I wouldn’t exactly describe it being mean. Just teasing.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, run along.” He waved me away.

“Hey, what’s with the sudden change in mind?” I chuckled. He glared at me. “Alright, alright. I’m going! Bye, Alec!” I walked away. At the corner, I turned back to him and added, “Alec! Watch out for the clown!” If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. I laughed and turned. I faked footsteps, then went back and saw him look around to make sure no clowns were around, no doubt.

He heard my laughter and spotted my head, peeking at him from behind the corner. “Oh, you little-”

Oh, Alec. He interested me to no end. Since the day we met, the word “intriguing” and its synonyms came more frequently into my head.

Hah. Synonym. What a weird and awkward word. Synonym. What’s a synonym for synonym? Huh. That’s odd. What’s another word for “thesaurus?” Why’s “abbreviation” such a long word? Shouldn’t there be a shorter word for “monosyllabic?” Why isn’t “palindrome” spelled the same way backwards? Why isn’t “phonetic” spelled the way it sounds? Why is “lisp” so mean-ly spelt? Why’s it called a building if it’s already built? Why do 24-hour stores have locks on their doors? Why do you drive on a parkway, but park on a driveway? Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of drive-up ATMs? Why do they report power outages on TV? If a cow laughed, would milk come out of its nose? Why is there an expiration date on sour cream? Do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections? Do Roman nurses refer to IVs as “fours?” The list goes on and on….

And on it went, until I bumped into somebody as I turned around another corner. Well, actually, got pummeled into by a body of the male kind. I couldn’t do anything but clutch onto the guy’s shirt, before I fell. Two strong hands grabbed onto my arms to steady me. “Oh, hey there. Sorry ‘bout that!” said none other than James. It was obvious that he didn’t realize who I was, by the tone of his voice and the choice of his words.

“No problem, James.” I pulled the hem of his shirt to undo my messing it up.

“Oh! Jenyse! I didn’t know it was you,” he admitted. “You should pay attention to where you’re going.” I inwardly smiled at his words, thinking back to the “paying attention” part of the conversation I was just having, not five minutes ago.

“Excuse me, but I believe you were the one who had run into me. What’s the rush?”

“Rush? There’s no rush.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, there may be a slight haste, but no rush.” I shook my head with a smile. James, James, James….

“Let me guess. You were on your way to ask Lily to go to Hogsmeade with you, despite the fact that she said she wanted to go meet Travis. Am I correct?”

He opened his mouth to protest and deny it, but shut it, in defeat. He glared at me and pursed his lips. “Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind about taking Divination? Because I see a gift inside you, Jenyse. You’re positive you aren’t a Seer?”

I rolled my eyes. “James, you are not going to persuade Lily not to go. As much as I dislike her, I need all the help I can get.” James groaned. “If you want to be with her so much, then come with us! Travis honestly isn’t as bad as you take him to be.”

Jenyse!” he whined.

“You’re such a child.”

“You’re such a grown-up.” We both laughed at the oddity of our insults. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.” He rested his arm across my shoulders and led me in the direction I was already heading. “To make up for not hanging out tomorrow, how about we go to the pitch and fly around?”

“But it’s freezing out.”

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged.

I chuckled. A very “James” answer. “Neither do I. Should we get Sirius, Remus, and Peter?”

He scowled. “No! This is supposed to be our ‘J-Time.’ Plus, you already had your make-up time with Padfoot. You slept with him, for Merlin’s sake!”

He ducked a hit on the head, so I settled for a punch in his side. “James Potter! We were merely sleeping on the same bed, fully clothed, in deep sleep.”

He laughed. “Yeah, deep sleep, alright.”

“Shut up, James. Just because you’re jealous-”

“Hah! Jealous of what?! My best friend sleeping with my sister? Don’t mean to disappoint, but I’ve got my eyes on Lily.”

“Yeah, yeah. The whole world knows.”

He sighed. “So, what’ll it be? Abandon me today and tomorrow, or have some fun on brooms?” I snorted and burst out in laughter. “You know what you are? It starts with an ‘s,’ ends with a ‘t,’ and it’s got a ‘u-l’ in the middle,” he said, pushing my head away.

“‘Sult?’” He rolled his eyes at my literal response. “Hey, just because I’ve got a bit of a dirty mind, doesn’t mean I’m a slut.”

He grinned. “Sooo?”

“Fine, let’s go. I’ve been dying to go out onto the pitch.”

“Yes!” He led me to Gryffindor tower to get our brooms. It felt good to just fly around freely with my brother version of James, instead of my captain version of James.


“Get up! Get up, get up, get up!”


“Get up!”

“It’s 8:15!”

“Get u-! AH!” An arm caught me, mid jump, and brought me down onto the bed. He pinned me down.

“Stop! With! The jumping!”

I glared up at him, with narrowed eyes. We glowered at each other for a few seconds. Then, I took a deep breath, and continued my chanting. “Get up, get up, get up!”

“Argh! Alright, I’m up!” He pinned my hands – that were previously drumming on his head – tighter in one of his hands. “What is with you?! Mental case! We leave at ten for Hogsmeade!”

“Is it such a crime to want to have breakfast with you?”

“Course not, Jenyse.” He sighed. “Now leave me alone, so I can change.” He ruffled up my hair and rolled off the bed.

“Fine. You’re clothes are on top of your trunk. And hurry!” I added, motherly.

“Ugh. Yes, mum.”

I went down to the Great Hall along with Peter, who was in the common room as I was leaving. I started my breakfast with him as I waited for Travis’s slow arse.

“Where are the other three?” I asked as we sat down.

“Still sleeping. They’re not very excited for this trip, because you’re not going,” he answered sourly. “Didn’t you see them when you were up there?”

“No; I was busy. And, hey! I’m going!”

“But not with us.”

“Hey, you guys are the ones who turned my offer down.” I bit into a piece of bacon.

“Hah! As If we would go spend a Hogsmeade trip with Decker.” He stuck his tongue out, pretending to gag.

“Jerk,” I muttered. “You guys act like I’ll be dead.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, “You practically will be.” I rolled my eyes. “So what do you have planned for today?”

“Nothing much. Honeyduke’s, Zonko’s, the usual.”

“Any plans of going to the Three Broomsticks?”


“Oh, then why don’t y-”






Rat.” He glared at me. Hah! Finally! I won one verbal volley. Oh, I missed this feeling…. I looked up to see Travis walking down the table. “Well, gotta go. See ya!” Peter muttered a, “Rest in peace,” and I walked away, with my plate.

I picked a spot a good distance away from Peter, sure that the rest of them would be coming soon. I got there before Travis did, and sat. When Travis reached me, he stood over me, glowering. I jabbed a finger at him, then pointed down to the seat, saying, “Sit.” He sighed and obliged.

“You’re like a bloody Mussolini, Jenyse.” Ah, just have to hit on my Italian family name.

“Thanks, I love you too, Travis,” I drawled. I took a double-take at his clothes. “What are you wearing?”

He looked down, confused. “Uh…clothes?”

“You’re not wearing what I put out.”

“So? I think I’m old enough to dress myself, now, thanks. Besides…I’m the one who’s wearing it; not you.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who’s going to have to look at it.”

“Jenyse, what does it matter?!”

“Everything! You’ve got to make a good first impression!”

“First impression?! Jenyse! These people see me everyday!”

“Yes, but still! I put out your best outfit!”

“What’s wrong with this?!” he asked, a bit offended.

I looked at his khaki cargo pants and black t-shirt with uncertainty mixed with disapproval. “I-”


I heaved a big sigh. “You look like you’re part of the Geek Squad. I feel like I should be taking you to chess club, not a bar.” He groaned. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Ugh. Fine, I’ll change. Come on.”

A huge grin grew across my face. “Oh, Travis, you won’t be sorry! Thank you!”

“You know, you’re more of a girl than you perceive yourself to be.”

“Shut up.”

We walked up to his dormitory together in silence, as I ate toast that I snagged from the table before we left. When we reached the landing, I rushed ahead of him and into his room. I caught glimpses of the bums still in bed, but paid no attention to them. The clothes were no longer on top of his trunk, so I scouted out for them. I found each article in the same drawers I had pulled them out of earlier. I shoved the neat pile of clothes into his chest and walked around him to face his back. I placed my palms on his back and pushed him into the bathroom.

“Now, hur–ry,” I said.

“Controlling much?” I shoved him in further and shut the door. I waited impatiently on his bed. When he came out, I jumped up and started fixing his collar and rolling up his sleeves.

Much better.” He just stuck his tongue out at me. Oh, I’m so lovable.

We went to the small town of Hogsmeade with the rest of the students.


A/N: Sooo? Comments? Anything? Favorite parts are really appreciated and pleasing! I'd like to know what particular parts everyone likes. So I can try to imitate them in different ways in the next chapters. And who else is psyched that the queue is open again, and EARLY at that?! Tell me in a REVIEW! Please?! Thanks for reading, again! Peaceage.

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