Why do i even care? [Open]

[JASON DIMITRI WINCHESTER]

Jason sat there at the table in the common room absolutely devastated. Not realizing it, he was constantly tapping his pencil on the paper in front of him. He couldn't handle it, his eyes were a dark red, along with his hair. He couldn't think straight, hell he couldn't even speak right. Setting his pencil down he put his hands on his face. He could barely keep the tears out of his eyes. What had happened, was too much for him to handle. He had known since he actually woke up. But it had just registered to him, he hadn't realized it before but he still liked her a lot.

He looked around at the common room, seeing a few people sitting talking happily. He saw one of them look at him with a worried expression then went back to talking. He went back to trying to either finish reading the book he needed to read. He sat there for at least 10 minutes before he couldn't stand listening to anyone. He stood up angrily and made a grunt of frustration and anger mixed.

He didn't think about what he was doing, just did it. He put his hands on the table he had been trying to work at pushing all of his books off of it. He could barely keep himself from crying, telling himself he wouldn't let himself cry in front of anyone else. He hit the table, leaning over it holding himself up with his arm. "Jason are you alright?" He heard the girl that looked worried at him ask obviously wanting to help him.

"I-I'm fine... I just need to be alone. Leave the mess and ill clean it up when I'm back." He said not looking at her, he grabbed a jacket and left. He didn't care how hot it was, he didn't want to be seen by anyone and be recognized when he was out there. He heard a beep from his pocket, realizing what it was he couldn't tell if it was rage or just sadness but he wanted it gone he never wanted to see it again. Stepping outside he pulled the object from his clothes.

He saw why it beeped and felt a tear go down his cheek. Whipping the phone at the ground he pulled out his wand. He muttered the spell, Reducto watching the phone get blasted. He saw small pieces of it and picked it up, putting it in all one pile he muttered Incendio watching the pieces ignite. After letting them burn for a minute he stomped on them putting the small fire out.

He walked the grounds for a minute his hair changing from the dark red to a dark green, along with his eyes. There was a mix of emotions, there was sadness along with jealousy inside him. He finally got to know one person that seemed to love him and she was torn out of his life. He walked over to the memorial well, finally realizing how horrible it was to lose someone you loved. He started talking to himself, "Why do i even care? Its not like we were still together, she broke it off because I'm going to a stupid school so i couldn't see her usually. Why do i even care anymore?" He knew the words werent entirely true, they had planned on getting back together during the summer and after his seventh year.

They had even talked about being married one day. At the memories he sat next to a tree still rather close to the memorial well, so he could still see it clearly and almost make out the words on it. Pulling the jacket on, keeping it to where you would have had to be rather close to him to realize it was him he sat there upset. He let himself cry, feeling the tears on his cheek. He knew that whatever part of his eyes weren't colored, were probably red from his crying. He let his mind wander with the memories, absolutely oblivious to the world around him. He hadn't reached the point of crying where they were uncontrollable tears, they were still just going down his face one after another.

He remembered the first time he met her, in his mind she was perfect. He remembered their first date like it was yesterday. He took her to see some cheap stupid movie yet they both ended up loving it just because of the memory of it being their first date. He loved her, and some stupid drunk driver had to take her out of his life and her families life. He had to go and kill her didn't he? Jason wasn't sure to be glad for the guy or angry at him for being alive still. One thing was for sure though, if Jason ever saw him he might have killed the dude where he stood.

[MACKENZIE ALLISON ABERCROMBIE]

It had been a really long day for one crazy person by the name of Mackenzie Abercrombie. Once again, she had managed to fall asleep in class. This time, no one was there to wake her up. She usually had Dominic Tonks by her side to shake her awake, but this happened to be a class she didn't have with him. The fact that he would put effort into waking her up was surprising, seeing as they were always competing to get the higher grade or something like that. Maybe he thought it wouldn't be fair or as rewarding, if she wasn't all there to do that. Anyway, it wasn't her fault she was out like a blown lightbulb again today. The class was boring. The teacher lectured the whole time and the teacher's voice was annoying. Therefore that was another reason to fall asleep. To escape the noise that made her wish she was deaf. Sometimes she was jealous of Fred Weasley. He had it good, not being able to hear the sounds that made your ears cry from pain. But seriously, how do you expect a student to stay awake when they have no interest whatsoever? It was a ridiculous expectation, honestly.

As she rounded the corner of the building she noticed a boy coming out of the school, which made her stop in her tracks due to the look on his face. He was upset. About what, she didn't know. She didn't even know the boy personally. She had seen him around because they were in the same house and a couple classes together, but she's never actually spoken to him. She backed up a bit to keep an eye on him, but not let him know she was there. She didn't want to necessarily bother him at the moment. He looked like he was occupied with something. She watched him pull something out of his pocket and then throw it on the ground before using a spell to blow it to pieces. This actually made her flinch a bit as she wasn't expecting it. What had him so upset that he would blow up his phone?

As he started to walk again further away from the building, after stomping on the small flame, she waited a moment before following him. No, she was not a stalker. She was curious now and she kind of wanted to see if he was okay. She followed him all the way to the memorial well, but stopped a bit away, keeping her distance still. At first, she made it seem like she had just arrived there on normal terms, by walking toward a tree and looking up it, still watching him from the corner of her eye. She didn't know what she was looking at though. There were no birds in the tree, or nests for that matter. Not even any flowers or fruit. It was quite the boring tree. She kind of just wanted to kick it for being so boring. Not really. She wouldn't kick a tree. That would hurt too much. The weirdest thing about this situation though, was his appearance. His hair kept changing colors. She knew that meant he would have to be a metamorphmagi, but she really hadn't met any people with that ability. The only one she knew of was Theodore Lupin. And again, she knew of him. She didn't know him personally. It was kind of interesting really and intriguing. Not to sound even more weird and stalkerish.

It wasn't long before she heard him talking. Turning, she expected to see someone else standing there, but there was no one. He was talking to himself. A frown came across her lips as she closed some of the distance between them and could actually make out the words he was speaking. Why did he care? What could he be talking about? Finally, she walked around so that she was standing in front of him and looking down. She cleared her throat softly, just to give him warning that she was there. "Hello." She started, hoping he wouldn't be upset with her talking to him. She really didn't feel like getting yelled at. Usually she would make a joke to try to cheer up the person, but she didn't feel like it was the right time. Something was seriously wrong. She could tell."Um, are you alright?"

[JASON DIMITRI WINCHESTER]

He closed his eyes, he just couldn't stand it. He didn't think he had any right to cry. Standing in front of the memorial well, so many people had lost loved one then. He knew a few of the kids actually. His other metamorphmagi friend had lost both his parents then actually. He could care less about the phone he had blown up, it was only used to talk to her when no one else was around anyways. He could remember his father and him having a fight, about the reason why Jason's dad never even tried to help. Of course, Jason knew if that happened he would probably be dead by now.

His father never was that good of a wizard. Jason had easily beaten him already in a duel, Of course it was for fun only. When he sat down against the tree he held his eyes closed tightly in pain as he hit his head. He didn't realize the girl walk up to him so it was a shock when he heard her voice. Looking up at her, trying to keep tears out of his eyes not even realizing they were green he put on a fake smile. "H-hi... I'm Jason..." He had no clue where she had come from or if she had followed him or what.

He took a deep breath. "No I'm not, but its nothing permanent. As some dude once said, Time heals all wounds. Which was horribly inaccurate of course. He said, eyes watering. He wasn't sure if he had been lying in the common room about needing to be alone or not, but he wasn't going to turn down the company if she wanted to be there. "Would you like to sit down? Or since the jacket obviously isn't working for what i brought it out here for, would you like to sit on it?" He asked nicely, pulling the jacket off setting it on the ground just a few feet away from him.

He had no clue if she would want to sit next to him, but that didn't stop him from offering. He remembered some guys laughing at him when he had done the same with his girlfriend, whether it was walking across a puddle or actually just sitting down. Usually when it was the puddle he would try to pick her up jokingly, which was always fun. He never understood why he felt the need to do it, or the reason other guys thought it made no sense to ruin there jackets because girls couldn't step around a puddle or deal with sitting on the grass.

[MACKENZIE ALLISON ABERCROMBIE]

It wasn't like her to be so quiet. In fact, Mackenzie enjoyed talking to people and joking around and just acting crazy. Usually in a situation like this one, she would feel very uncomfortable and even right now she felt a bit tense. Of course, she understood that something was up and it was a time to be serious and not funny, so she kept quiet. Seeing his eyes watering, a frown took place on her lips. It tugged at her heart to see that. It was very rare to see a boy crying openly. If a girl were to be crying, it would still make her feel bad for the person, but something was seriously wrong if a guy was crying. That's what she thought to be honest. She just wasn't used to seeing it. Especially because she wasn't one to cry and her friends knew that. She believed in crying for good reasons. Like death, or even heartbreak. Things that would really hurt a person. Some people cried for attention and that annoyed her to no end, even if she didn't say anything to that person. Him crying though. She could tell that something was really wrong, because guys usually had the same rules as her when it came to crying, but theirs were more strict.

She finally let the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile as she looked down at him. At least he was trying to communicate with her. He could have told her to go away and that would be the end of it, but no, he was nice. "Hello Jason. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mackenzie." She greeted him, raising her hand and giving him a small wave before stuffing her hands into her pockets. "But, you can call me Kenzie. Most do." Anyone could tell that she was starting to loosen up. This didn't mean she was going to start cracking jokes with the boy, but she felt more comfortable now that she knew he wasn't going to give her any attitude. The smile once again faded when he confirmed that he was not alright. Her eyes glanced quickly at the memorial well, wondering if he was here because of the well and that was what was making him upset. A small sigh escaped her as she looked back at him and thought about what she should say. He was obviously going through a rough time, but she didn't even know the extent of it. She wouldn't know unless he told her. "To start, I'm deeply sorry for whatever you're dealing with right now. I can't even imagine what you're feeling. My sympathy goes to you." She started, hoping she wasn't saying too much. Some people would take her words as pity. She didn't pity anyone. She just felt for them. There was a difference between having pity for someone and feeling sympathy for them. All she had was sympathy. No matter what he was going through. "As for the saying you just quoted, I'm pretty sure it's accurate. Sometimes it just takes longer for some than others."

Some would probably wonder if Kenzie was bipolar, seeing as she seemed to be having a couple of mood swings. Smile, frown, smile, frown. Once again she was smiling as he took off his jacket to set it on the ground in order for her to sit on it. She walked over to it and bent down to pick it up before sitting down in it's place. "No need to dirty your jacket for me. I am perfectly fine with sitting on the ground, but thank you." She held the jacket out to him with the same smile upon her lips, so he could take it back. She hoped he didn't find her rude. She just didn't see the need to do that for her. Especially because she wasn't afraid of getting dirty. She appreciated his politeness though. Sometimes it felt like it was hard to find a decent guy around school. The only ones she knew were the ones who were already her friends.