Post by Justin McDowell on Dec 14, 2011 2:31:06 GMT -8
Thursday, 27 October 2011
2:22 p.m.
On an average day, the Whomping Willow was less savory company than it was today, but things had been confusing Justin lately. Ever since the letter from Melissa and the kiss and grope from DC only a day or so later, Justin had felt so unsure of himself he had been trying his best not to think about what was confusing him, but it was inevitable. DC's love potion-induced actions had stirred some realization inside of him, and he wasn't entirely certain he was willing to embrace it--now or ever. He had never felt a twinge of anything for another bloke, but ever since then, he had been feeling things and entertaining thoughts regarding other boys he had always though strange to feel towards another person of the same gender. And what was worse were the dreams.
Justin had yet to tell anyone about the thoughts and fantasies he was entertaining because of the fact that a) they were embarrassing to him and b) he was afraid of what people would think of him. After all, he had been declaring his love for Lissa. And he still loved Lissa. It was just he was also feeling a physical attraction towards other people of both genders, which he partly thought was normal (at least towards the opposite gender); however, it was the attraction towards males that was sticking out more prominently in his mind because of how uncomfortable it made him. The thoughts he entertained were enough to make him sick to his stomach and the knowledge of what people like that (or was that "people like him"? He wasn't so sure what to say now.) did together was enough to make his bottom twinge with pain.
At least he'd had a distraction since he'd come up with his costume. Trying to transfigure breasts onto his figure was enough to occupy his time, and admittedly, he had been spending more time with Sofi who knew better than he exactly what was normal. He was used to the voluptuous girls of the naught magazines, but apparently that wasn't natural--or so Sofi said. He still thought it looked rather nice, regardless, but Sofi insisted rather sternly he would never find a dress that fit if he went for that look. Apparently it was already going to be hard to find one that looked right with his lack of hips, which supposedly was yet another reason why he couldn't make himself look so voluptuous up there. Oh, logic, how he loathed it!
Of course, part of the reasoning behind wanting to look so voluptuous scared him. After all, he was a guy, and he knew what guys looked at in girls given that he looked at such things, too. But he also knew some of the guys he wanted to notice him (something that was awkward to even think) were absolutely as straight as an arrow, and it was the only way he could get them to look at him. So, it hadn't been a complete distraction. At least he'd been able to pass some of his random feelings of awkwardness off as just having to admit what he'd been looking to to Sofi.
Justin sighed heavily as he picked up a rock and threw it at the angry willow, which promptly batted it back towards him, which made him have to throw himself to the side and roll to avoid an unwanted injury and an undesired stay overnight in the hospital wing while his ribs regrew or something. However, it seemed someone else chose that exact moment to walk up as he heard....