The Incredibly Handsome Jack PV Closed

Forgot this thread even existed.

This was not the first time Jack was in a fight. Perhaps the first time he had ever fought a girl. Most certainly the first time he had every fought someone as brutal and as insane as the young woman. Her misguided passion for a Ravenclaw she had not seen in well over a year compelled her to protect his honor? No, that was not it. His dignity? No, that was not it. His truth. The face that they shared, the name that was erroneously associated with hi every choice - be it for the better or for the worse.

He answered none of her questions, they never did. "You deathwitches always playing the role of fool!" She shouted as she attempted to leave the boy heirless. However, he moved. His leg crossed over to protect his crown jewels and he would roll away. She would knee him in his bony (probably) butt.

Erin would let out a grunt of frustration. The Slytherin was about as dainty as a crowbar to the face but a lot prettier to look at. "Not like I don't know that you're involved with the giants!" Although friend or foe seemed questionable the further she delved into the maddening drama between them. Erin would lunge at the poor boy as he tried to scurry off, to escape the rabid teen's assault.

This girl was starting to turn into a real pain in the ass: Figuratively and literally. The ache he had on his backside was proof of that alone. "I'm not playing the fool! I am just dumb- and confused!" Jack's defensive posture was much akin to a basketball player on defense as he rolled to his footsies. His legs spread slightly more than shoulder length apart, with arms slightly bent at a ninety-degree angle. He was ready for anybody going in on a layup or a dunk. However, he could not prepare for a crazed maniacal girl with an insatiable hunger to see him dead. or has an insatiable desire to kiss him.

J]ack knew after their first fateful meeting that she had a face to die for, but the morality for murder. 'Hard lessons are hardly fought for.' The wise words of a muggle named Simon J. Warren, Jack Warren's father. This girl was most definitely going to be a hard lesson for Jack. No matter how defensively prepared Jack could be, he could not withstand the might of the powerful and mighty Erin Ryan! "Tell me I need to do to make you leave me alone!? Why are you like this?" He knew that the line of questioning was not going to lead anywhere, but it was best to ask. "Plus, the only giant I know is Quinn! And he's such a nice gu-" Was he was able to get out before being wrapped up by the tiny girl once again. In an attempt to not lose the upper hand, Jack wrapped his arms around his assaulter. If he had actually managed to wrap his arms around Erin, Jack would lock his fingers much like a professional wrestler, and attempt to perform a Greco-Roman throw. The act consisted of using the twist of his waist to use as leverage in pulling the throwie while using the thrower's falling forward as locomotive power.

"I'm not playing the fool! I am just dumb- and confused!"

Quote of 2020 for poor Mr. Warren. First the victim of her jealousy, then briefly her list and now... her wrath. It was a confusing array of emotions. She wanted to beat his ass into the floor, but it was also a shame to mar such a pretty face. It was more than merely a physical want for Warren, or rather Paracelsus. Affection, desire and want are not wholly based on mere aesthetic, but rather sentiment. She believed herself to be cared for, an erroneous notion considering. He reminded her of him, which was both good and bad. After all, how dare he. Then again, seeing him gives her a sense of... light? That giddiness that youths feel when they see their paramour. That amplified sense of love that lacked reason due to both youth and well... this copper casing about her heart.

"Tell me I need to do to make you leave me alone!? Why are you like this?"

"Why do you look like him! What do you want with him!" She was referring to Paracelsus, her boyfriend. The disconnect here was the erroneous belief that Jack was doing this on purpose.

"Plus, the only giant I know is Quinn! And he's such a nice gu-"

"Since when?" She snapped. She saw something different in Quinn, even before she had come to the conclusion that he was a cannibal. The man, well boy was not stable. Not by a long shot. Sure, he looked like a steadfast, stalwart young man. Treated much older than he likely was by not only his peers but also likely adults who were already looking up to the youth. "He is dangerous," she reminded him. He was there when he broke her hand. An isolated incident or just a crack in the surface. A view at his truth.



Jack would grab a hold of her. While Erin was significantly stronger than the boy, she had a tiny waist and the boy could in the absence of brawn still harness the power of leverage. Erin would not expect it, as his fingers interlocked that strange moment of warmth - a hug. Then the shock and the chill as reason entered the equation, not a hug. Not Parce!

Not that she had ever forgotten, but it was simple biology. Lifted from her feet, the boy would twist at his waist and Erin would wiggle and writhe, attempting to grab hold of the Hufflepuff. She would attempt to grab hold of something as she was swung around. When thrown, she would attempt to grab Jack by the leg or perhaps the the pant leg and attempt to yank him down with her. "The f*** why can't you death witches let me keep what is mine!"