Dark Blue (Jory)

[jamie]

Jamie lowered his head. He couldn't imagine having to tell every one of his siblings as well as his parents when he came out, if he came out. Maybe all of this was just a phase, something he needed to get out of his system. Something inside of him told him that wasn't the case. Maybe it was because every time he looked at Jory, he wanted to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him again and again.

Jamie kicked at a loose tile on the floor. He tilted his head to the side. "Yeah?" He asked. "How'd he take it?" He was curious to know because maybe it would ease his mind. It could give him any indicator of what to expect if he told his family. A shuddering thought ran through him What if they find out from someone else?

[Jory Addison]

Jory shrugged, "When I was little, I never knew that you weren't, well, according to everyone else, that you weren't supposed to be with guys. He was kind of the same, he shrugged and asked me to take him to the woods to play. Mum and dad were pretty okay with it. I never had trouble 'til I got here." Well, there had been that letter to Lyric from the headmistress at MI, but he didn't count that. "Have you ever thought about coming out?"

[jamie]

"I've thought about it." Jamie answered. He let out a deep sigh. "But mainly about how it would screw everything up. I can't imagine how my mum would react." He could pretty much imagine his father's reaction. He would probably say nothing, at first. Then, he would stare right through Jamie. Only when he makes you feel lower than dirt would he tell Jamie to pack up his things and to never come back. "I've thought a lot about how it would change my relationship with my family." He might get over being cut off from his father eventually, but Jamie wouldn't be able to handle being cut off from his brothers. They were his best friends and his worst enemies. He loved all of his siblings more than anything, no matter what. Did they feel that way about him? "But I think it might be worse if they heard from some one else." Jamie said. He felt like he was being used as a rope in tug-of-war, being pulled and stretched every which way.

[Jory Addison]

"At my old school, I stayed quiet," Jory said. "I didn't talk to anyone, didn't really have any friends. But summer after fourth year I told my family and a couple of my old friends back home. It...it's nice to be able to act like I want around them." He looked down at his hand, at the ring he wore on his forefinger that very faintly showed a rainbow. "It was worth telling all of them back home. When I came here...a lot happened, but then I couldn't stand not coming out any more. It's a lot worse here." He didn't know how it would be with Jamie, though.

"Maybe you should try. Maybe, like, tell the brother you're closest to or something." Whatever the stories he had heard and the reactions he had had, Jory couldn't imagine someone's family just hating them for something like this. It was a part of him, a part of both of them, and surely their families had to accept.

[jamie]

Jamie shook his head and closed his eyes. "They all mean well, but none of them can keep a secret. They all talk, you know?" Jamie wrapped his hands around the edge of the desk he was sitting on. "It's too risky. My father--he'll--well, I can't tell him. He would never accept it. I don't even know if it's what I want." Jamie blurted his uncertainty out without thinking.

[Jory Addison]

Jory tilted his head and looked up at Jamie again. "It sucks telling people," he said. "But it can be a good thing, and I can't imagine what it'd be like to hide it forever. They're your family, they love you, right? Family's there to stay." At least, it should be there to stay. He wasn't naive enough to think that it was like that for everyone, but if Jamie went around assuming they wouldn't accept him or whatever, then he'd never take the chance. "Would they really tell if you told them not to?" This was a big thing to just go against what Jamie wanted.

[jamie]

Jamie arched a brow. "Like I said, they mean well." Jamie knew they'd never mean to tell anyone, but they usually did anyways. Having five girls living with you makes a difference in how you act and in this case, the guys learned how to gossip with the best of them. He closed his eyes for a moment and tilted his head back slightly. "I'll think it over," He gave in. He'd think about it, but he still couldn't imagine going through with it. His family did love him, but he also loved them and he wanted to protect them from the truth.

[Jory Addison]

"At least you're good at hiding it," Jory said, deciding that now probably wasn't the time to continue pushing the idea of Jamie telling his family. "I always sucked at that. I really doubt my friends never wondered. But I liked playing with Layne's dolls and I never put up pictures of girls on my wall, so I guess they had to have at least had an idea." He shrugged. It didn't really matter that they had guessed, it just made it easier to tell them in the first place. "I guess that stuff made it easier for me than it would be for you." There, and he would let the topic drop.

[jamie]

Jamie didn't feel like he was hiding it very well. Every time someone did so much as to glance his way he couldn't help but wonder if they knew. Why did the thought of people knowing about him scare him so much? Jory was right, he grew up with four brothers and a father who wouldn't accept any spot of weakness. It made it a little more difficult for people to know. Jamie laid back on the desk so his feet were hanging over the side. He was feeling more confused and frustrated than ever. He let out a frustrated sigh to fill in all the words he didn't know how to say.

[Jory Addison]

Jory watched Jamie, his eyes sliding over him, though he probably shouldn't be thinking like that. "Sorry I brought it up," he said, though it had just been a natural turn of conversation. He was silent for a few long seconds before he though up a change in conversation that he hoped would bring up both of their spirits. "What do you want to do when you get out of here?" he asked, giving Jamie something to latch onto if he didn't want to continue talking about coming out.

[jamie]

Jamie didn't speak for a couple of minutes. His mind was still whirlling with thoughts about his coming out, or non-coming out. He didn't move when he finally spoke, he was rather comfortable. "I haven't given it much thought." He said, even though the time to leave Hogwarts was approaching far too quickly. He played sports, but not on any teams. "I guess I could open up a shop somewhere and sell..." What wouls he sell? "...something." He finished lamely. "How about you?"

[Jory Addison]

"I thought about that. I really like Divination, anything to do with it," Jory said. His eyes shifted to his bag, where thankfully all his materials had managed to survive what the guys had done. He had the nagging feeling that couldn't last forever, though. "I have no idea how to set up a shop, I bet it's really hard." On the other hand, a lot of kids from school had started and successfully ran their own businesses, so maybe he had a chance.

[jamie]

"My Uncle owns a broom shop in Whales. I know the basics of starting a business, but I probably wouldn't be able to do it on my own." Jamie realized. "I could always find a position at the Ministry." He said in a flat voice. Nothing about the Ministry excited him, especially since they have had so many mess-ups lately. The future seemed too far away, even though in all reality it was too close. "Or maybe I could become a muggle spy. It seems like a breeze." He added thinking about how he could use his magic to crack cases. A playful smiled danced across his lips. He always wanted to be a spy, like that one muggle in the movie. Bond, James Bond.

[Jory Addison]

I read a book with a spy in it once," Jory said. "All he did was kill people and hit on girls." It didn't sound like a fun job at all. He looked at Jamie again for a few moments, then moved to lay down on the couch. When he had transfigured it, he had made sure to make it extra long, so that he could stretch out over it as much as he wanted. Now, he kicked off his shoes and stretched before settling his arms behind his head to stare up at the ceiling. "Does the Ministry have spies?"

[jamie]

Jamie laughed at Jory's comment about the book he read, although he had to admit it described James Bond well enough. draped his arm around his eyes, shutting away the blinding light. It was starting to give him a headache. "Maybe." He really wasn't sure about how the Ministry worked or what departments they had. He knew who the Minister was and a couple of departments in the Ministry, but not much else. "It wouldn't surprise me if they did."