Gears of Time (Iva and Jet)

Most people liked to watch the sky in the clock tower, but not Iva. She sat on the large gears, watching the slow rotation of the clock hands inch slowly forward and she eat her candy snacks. Most of the time, she had reasons to hide in different places, but not this time. This was just for fun.

"Long ago, just like a hearse she died to get in again," She sang quietly, "We are so far from you,"

Despite her anti-muggle status, she had a soft soft for their music. "Burning on..."

Jet was wondering up the clock tower when he heard a voice that wasn't too bad (but not too good either) singing a muggle song he recognized from his years out in their world. What could he say? He had a hankering for My Chemical Romance.

"Just like a match you strike to incinerate." Jet sang, recognizing the song.

The lyrics to the song seemed to complete themselves, they flowed so nicely. Iva leaned beack, closed her eyes, and sang the rest of words.

"The lives, of everyone you know," She rang her finger through her hair, "What's the worst you take?"

"With every heart you break. And like the blade you stain. Well, I've been holding on.. tonight." Jet couldn't see the person singing, so he leaned against the clock tower inner wall and looked up at the sky. "And what's the worst that I could say? Seems it's better if I stay. So long and good night..." He paused in his singing, just to see if the mystery woman, that is, if it were a girl and not a guy singing extremely high, would sing again.

When the words continued, Iva was sure it wasn't in her head. She sat up and looked around before replying.

"So long and goodnight," She murmured, touching wall and looking up into the tower part. "Came a time, when every star fall brought you to tears again. We are the very hurt you sold,"

Jet continued to look up at the sky, the fading sunlight illuminating him in a way that seemed unearthly. His eyes glistened and his hair almost sparkled. His flannel plaid shirt was still open from the common room, and his snugly fitting black dress pants were almost blue with the light. "And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like the blade you stain, well I've been holding on tonight..."

He heard movement around him, but he refused to look away from the darkening sky. He loved losing himself in a song, was that a sin? "What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight..."

Iva peeked her head around the corner to see a tall boy, seemingly glimmering in the night sky. She pulled herself around the corner, her face in a deep blush. Oh, dear. He was cute, except for that long hair, that was weird.

SHe took a deep breath and finished the song, her voice shaking.

Jet was smiling as he heard whoever was singing finish the song. He did have a strange addiction to Muggle music, that was for sure. His eyes watched as the sunset turned to twilight, and he waited for whoever was behind him to say something, anything, maybe even start a new song.

Iva peeked around the corner again to remain hidden, watching the boy. Then she stepped out, a hand on her hip. Her eyes glimmered in the twilight, turning them a purple hue instead of the normal ice blue.

"Thank you for singing with me, song boy," She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You have an okay voice,"

"No prob, Songbird." Jet said with a half smile. "Its really no problem at all." Jet looked away from the sky, opting to look at his companion instead. "Its good to know I'm not the only one with an obsession with muggle music."

Jet took a long lingering look at the girl, his eyes starting from the top of her head and going to her shoes then back up again. She was short, so there wasn't that much to see. "Nice to meet you, Songbird."Jet he said, bowing to her.

Iva chuckled at the nickname, and curtsied back at the boy politely.

She was about to reply, but then she remembered her stupid accent. The Russian in her voice was so strange and ugly- maybe she could hide it?

"Nice meetin' ya too," She said with a slight American draw.

Internally, she face palmed.

Jet let out a startled laugh. "You don't have to hide your accent from me." He said with a smile. "It's alright. I know you're Russian. I had a Russian friend once, but he moved away."

Iva sighed, a bit embarrassed. She moved backwards, as if she were to run away.

"But it is an ugly accent," She whispered, "Not like English ones,"

Jet shrugged. "Here's a secret." He said, with a smile. "I used to have an Italian accent. I was born in Italy. But I spent so much time around here that it went away, and no one knows because I wasn't here before." He shared a secretive look with her. "And once you listen to them, English accents are easy to copy." He slipped into a Russian accent. "As are Russian ones." He switched to Australian. "And neither is Australian." He grinned. He was great at accents, and you would be too, if sleeping on a warm bed depended on your willingness and skill to use different accents.

"I can do different accents," Iva said crossly, "I just do not like to focus on them,"

She looked into the night sky, memorized, and asked, "Why did you move away from Italy, Song boy?"

Jet shrugged. "I had no choice. My parents moved me, and then... well... they aren't in the picture anymore." Jet decided his dark past probably wasn't something he needed to tell people the first time he met them. Though I KILLED MY PARENTS YOU GUISE!!! had a nice sane ring to it, he doubted it would get the laughter he wanted.

"I stayed in the muggle world for a while. Got used to them, makes it easier to hate them, I guess."

Iva sneered at the word "muggle".

"I live in the muggle world now, even though I am pure blood. My mom is a bit loony and she wanted to live there," Iva looked at the older boy carefully. He woldn't tell.

"One muggle killed my mom over the summer," She admitted. God, why was she so talkative? Once the facts started spilling, she couldn't stop. "Now I have to live with my father."

She paused and blushed. Boy, he was handsome. She could trust a pretty face, correct?

"Do not tell anyone?"

Jet offered her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, Songbird." Who did he have to tell anyway? Neighbor? Would she even listen? That thought made him smile even wider.

"So, what are you doing up here?"

Iva sighed in relief. That could have ending badly.

"I came here to be alone," She paused, then forced a smile. "I do not mind you though- you are quiet."

She looked outside again. "What about you?

Jet shrugged. "I had to get out of the common room, and when I wander, I usually head for high ground." His thoughts wondered, first to the eager eyes of Aria, then to the shocked eyes of Karma, and the disbelief in Charlotte. He sighed. "It's hard to be around this many wizards after so long in the muggle world, you know?"

Iva agreed, walking to stand beside him. Wow, he was tall! Iva didn't even reach his shoulder.

"It is weird to be around English people," She admitted, "I do not understand the words sometimes."

Jet let out a startled laugh. "Yeah, it was like that in my first years with the muggles. I just learned to run with it, usually you can use context to figure it out." He looked down at her before looking back up at the sky. Merlin, she was small.

Iva laughed, leaning again the wall. "I do not know what context is, but I will smile anyway," She said, pointing at the sky. "The Big Dipper!"

Jet smiled. "That's the ticket!" He gestured to the sky. "Check it out. Orion." He pointed to the constellation. He knew these from the times when he was a tag along with the wanderers. They'd been crazy about the stars.

Iva leaned over the edge, pointing across the sky. "Draco! It is right under Little Bear! I mean, Little Dipper,"