The tower juts up into the sky, the great, glass clock face is perpetually in motion. The huge gears, turn and their constant clicking echoes through the air. You enter through the huge wooden door, and look around at the portraits that hang upon the walls. From the top of the Tower, you can see Hogsmeade Village in the distance, teeming with life.
Jasper smoothed back strands of dark hair that threatened to fly wildly, the wind from this altitude considerably strong. It really wasn't something he was new to as the lighthouse had a similar feel at the very top. He was here for the familiarity of seeing a world below. Leaning against one of the large stone windoes, Jas peered at the distant village with a lazy yawn.
During the past year, Monty had spent a considerable amount of 'alone time' up top the Clock Tower, specifically by the large windows. He always goes there to read, finish up homework, practice his spellwork, or sometimes just to look and admire the view, especially during sunset. Not a lot of people go there, and he usually has the place all to himself, so, imagine his surprise when walks up the stone steps and sees a young man - another student - taking up his spot. His eyebrows immediately furrow as he stalks towards him, wanting to confront him. "Hey man, that's my spot," he says. At the back of his mind, he knows he sounds like a petty child, but well, no one's ever been up here with him and he's not ready to just let go and start sharing.
His brows fly the instant he hears a voice behind him, which causes Jas to spin on his toes and face Monty. "Oh," he said and glanced at the window, his eyes scanning each corner like maybe it held a secret before looking back at the other guy. "Huh. Must've missed your name carved into it." Smirking, he politely stepped aside and even dramtically gestured to his spot as he slipped toward the top of the stairs and promptly took a seat. Jasper wasn't going to leave any time soon.
He rolls his eyes before walking towards said spot and laying all his books and other school things on the window ledge. He wanted to practice some spells today and well, he can't don that with somebody else watching and judging him. When he realizes that the other man wasn't going to leave any time soon, he lets out a sigh and sits against the window. "So, what are you doing here?" He asks, attempting to do some small talk even though he sucks at it.
"Mostly trying to avoid the halls because they are awfully rowdy. Are the students always so wild?" he asked with a quirked brow. Hogwarts was worlds different compared to the small island off Scotland that he lived. He was trading a lighthouse and tea readings for hiding in the clocktower of a castle.
"They really are," he replies, feeling the same way about how rowdy some students could be. "It's kind of annoying, actually." He then narrows his eyes at the other guy, trying to remember if he's seen him before or not. He goes with the latter. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."
"Makes you wonder what sort of stories produce such eager students," he said sarcastically and formed a grin. Turning to lean his back against the wall, Jas spread his legs out straight along the stair. "I am. I was homeschooled before now."
Jasper's revelation piques Monty's interest enough that it actually makes him sit on the ledge, as if he's a kid getting ready for story time. "Homeschooled, huh?" he reiterates, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Did you have to take some sort of exam to determine which year they'd place you? Or no?" He asks, genuinely curious since he doesn't know much about the subject.
Maybe Jasper had pegged this guy all wrong, so he stretched slightly before delving into his life. "Partially grew up in America, then moved to Northern Ireland where my mum inherited a little island. I typically run a lighthouse for local fisherman. I guess I never was interested into attending a real school until now." He tipped his head to the side, pondering. "I can't speak for everyone but I had to do an exam."
"A lighthouse? You mean the ones Muggles use to help navigate their boats out at sea?" He asks, his forehead wrinkling. "Isn't that a little bit too manual labor?" He adds, because he's genuinely curious, although sometimes he does get too carried away and his accent and the way he speaks may come off as a bit too judgmental to some. Hopefully it's not the case with Jasper.
"My family is muggle," he admitted with knitted brows, head cocked to the side like a confuses little puppy. "I suppose I grew up doing manual first. Magic wasn't really necessary and I got more satisfaction by doing the hard work with my hands," he said and offered a grin. Nothing seemed to bother him that much. "Plus, magic holds a certain whimsy for me. I sort of feel guilty that my little sister isn't magical. I'm the only one."
"You must be good with your hands, then," he quips, before realizing what he just said and then takes it back immediately. "Oh god, I'm sorry, please ignore that!" Embarassing!!!! he though to himself. "Well anyway, how's life for you so far in the wizarding world? I never really talked to a Muggle-born before, so I can't really imagine how tough the adjustment must be."
Jasper chuckled regardless, seemingly unbothered by the comment. Maybe because he was good with his hands. "It's definitely different. I don't quite see the practicality of having a curse that makes you yak up slugs but some spells are pretty useful. What's hard is trying to explain to my sister what's going on."
He chuckles, finding the 'explaining to the sister' part quite amusing. "They do know you're in a magical school, right? Like, not just some boarding school or whatever?" He asks, feeling more comfortable and less hostile towards the other guy as time passes by. "Oh, by the way, what did you say your name was?"
"Yeah, they know. My mom is too out of it most times to know what's going on. My sister is extremely supportive. She just doesn't fully understand the world. I'm scared she will think less of herself for not being magical if I tell her everything."