Too lost in thought.Rated Mature(RP IS DONE ).

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

Her time for now was her own as all day Jezebel knew she was supposed to be in the kitchen cooking dinner and making everything ready for Micah to come home, but right now she was very comfortable sitting on the couch with her sketch pad and material samples for her wedding gown. When she got like this Jezebel would sometimes get lost in what she was doing and lose track of time and that was exactly what was going on at the moment. Thrown around her were little balled up pieces of sketch paper on the floor where she had tossed them seeing the designs did not work for her. Still at this moment there was no thought of making dinner getting the right wine all chilled nut all her mind could wrap around were pretty material and what flower to pick or what lace to order.


Her body slid down farther into the couch her long blonde hair hung over the side of the couch as Jezebel let out a sigh and then giggled. A woman of 23 she was still a kid at heart and a person who could not think about being a wife as to right now it was all still a game, but this game ad a timer and t was about to run out. Jezebel did not notice that it was around the time Micah would come home and he would want his dinner and where was she sitting on the couch surrounded by paper lost in her own little world. “I am going to be the prettiest bride this stupid wizarding world has ever seen. “She said out loud to herself. It was now 6:15 pm the sun was starting to fall just a little and the sky was pinkish orange and that was such a pretty sight. Turning her head Jezebel could see the sky dancing in its nighttime routine to bad she forgot about her own.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah was ready to go home. He had a long day at the office and he was ready for a wonderful home cooked meal by his bride to be. He gathered his papers into his brief case. Micah stopped by the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He straighten his black robes and his red tie. He ran his fingers through his short black hair and gave himself a small smile in the mirror before he pulled his black gloves on and apperated home.

Micah appeared at the front door. He conjured a bouquet of flowers for Jezebel. He smelled the flowers and then ran his fingers through his hair one more time. He smiled ready for a nice home cooked meal after such a long hard day.

He opened the door and called out Jezzy I am home! Quickly he realized something was wrong. There was no smell of dinner, no happy finance to meet him at the door. The first thing that he thought was something was wrong. He dropped his briefcase and coat on the floor and ran into the house looking for her. The only reason dinner wouldn't be cooking had to be an emergency.

The first place he checked was the kitchen. No Jezebel. She hadn't even made it into the kitchen. He then went running towards the stairs. That was went he heard something in the living room. His foot froze on the first step. He turned and walked into the living room seeing Jezebel sitting on the sofa with that damn sketch book. His worry became anger and his fingers gripped tightly around the bouquet still in his hand. He didn't start yelling, instead in a low voice he said may I ask what you think you are doing?

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

Jezebel sat up on the couch and looked at Micah with a smile trying to play off the fact he was mad.”I am so sorry sweetie I um got lost in thought here trying to plan the perfect wedding for us and well I lost track of time that’s all, nothing too bad.” Jezebel explained with a smile as she stood up and noticed he had flowers for her in his hand and now she felt bad for forgetting dinner. Forgetting about the paper balls all over the floor, Jezebel slowly walked over to Micah and licked her lips trying to think of what to do next.

Slowly her hand reached for his that had the flowers ad she lifted it to her nose and took in the scent of the purple beauties. Her eyes remained locked with his trying to read him and hoping she could diffuse anything that may happen. “I love you and can’t wait to marry you and become your wife my love. ”She spoke softly letting her fingers now wrap around his hand as she gave it a light squeeze. Yes he did work hard and she did forget having his dinner ready so now she was going to try and fix the situation the best Jezebel could.

“Why don’t you let me take these place them in a vase and get you something to drink while I make a quick dinner. Again I am sorry I am getting so lost in wedding details and the making of my wedding gown and just please let me take the flowers and get things started.”she asked him just hoping Micah would let her make this up to him. Yes he hated not having a hot meal ready and he hated a mess like she made on the floor but he loved her right he would over react…right?

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah's hands were balled up into fists. His breathing was heavy as he watched Jezebel. He slowly started to calm down he even let the grip loosen on the flowers as she took them. He pushed all the things off the sofa and sat down. He pulled off his gloves and started speaking his voice still low. He was angry but calming down

Pick my things up from the hallway and put them away. Then bring me a glass of Firewhiskey. The good stuff we got from my father for my birthday not that weak shit that guy in my department gave me. With the Whiskey you will bring me the paper and then remove my shoes. While I enjoy my drink and the paper you will cook dinner. You will remain silent while cooking, I am in no mood to hear you speak right now. I want Merlot wine with dinner slightly below room temp and put the flowers in the black vase from my mother.

When he was done giving orders, Micah leaned back on the sofa rubbing his temples. and after dinner you will clean up this mess. I will excuse this only once but from now on I do no want to see a single scrap of clothing, a single design or pattern. Do I make myself clear? he opened his eyes and looked at Jezebel

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

She calmly took the flowers from his hand s her eyes watched Micah slowly walk around her and over to the couch and sitting down. He was such an exotically looking handsome man and she knew they would make such a picture perfect looking bride and groom. Part of her started to relax and Jezebel then followed him over to the couch and looked over at him. Knowing this man for so long she took how he was acting as just being tired from work and that yes he was upset but not as much as she thought. Jezebel was going to play this off as she had spent all day alone in this house and all she wanted was someone to talk to.

Smiling she nodded and walked off into the hall and grabbed his things and quietly placed them in the hall closet making sure to set his brief case on a chair in the closet and then she set off to the kitchen and placed the flowers in water in the black vase and set them upon the kitchen table and headed straight for his fire whiskey poring him a glass of the good stuff and heading back to the living room. When she got back in Jezebel laid the glass on the coffee table for Micah as she let out a sigh an started a vain attempt to fix this night.

“I said I was sorry my love. All I can think about is our wedding and I don’t see any harm in me designing the dress I will wear on the day I become your wife. All this drawing relaxes me and gives me something to do while you’re at work and im here alone with nobody.” She said sitting on the floor looking up at his as she reached for his feet. When it came to this Jezebel hated it sure she was to take care of him but come on he was a grown man cant he take his own shoes off? Letting out a sigh she looked away and reached down sliding off one shoe and took his right foot in her hand and started to massage it this used to calm him down. She had ignored the face he did not want to hear her speak as Jezebel did have a lot to say.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah ignored his finance and her babbling, instead he took his drink and took a long swig of it. He laid his head back against the sofa as she messaged his feet. The stress and anger slowly simmered down as he took another sip of the fire whiskey. He let out a long sigh closing his eyes. Jezebel continued to talk, making excuses as she always did. The damn woman could never admit when she had made a mistake and every apology started with 'I am sorry but...'. She would have to learn this was not how a proper lady was to act. The Wallace family was a wonderful pureblooded family but why had they not taught their daughter how to correctly behave? Micah was letting the little things go because Jezebel didn't know any better. He ignored her sighing and her babbling.

That is quite enough dear. I am quite hungry and would like you to start on dinner now. Micah placed his empty glass on the side table. He placed it down so it made a loud clink to alert Jezebel it was empty and needed to be refilled. A proper lady always makes sure that her mans glass is filled. Jezebel wasn't a proper lady yet but she would be there soon. Micah wished that she would realize that the sooner she started listening the sooner that he could start spoiling her like the princess she should be Oh and dear? The paper please.

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

The foot massage seemed to be working as Jezebel watched Micah sit back and drink in his fire whiskey. Yes she knew this was not the proper way a pureblood lady of her status should be acting she should jump at his commands but there had always been that part of Jezebel that still wanted to do her own thing and think her own thoughts as she saw nothing wrong with that. There was a lot of pressure being placed on her young shoulders with this wedding because she was the only girl her parent’s princess and letting them down would just about kill her.

Her head turned to the side as she heard the glass clink down on the table and she knew what that meant so Jezebel shot up and walked with hast over to the side bar and picked up the bottle of good drink a and made her way over to Micah and poured him another drink and smiled at him as she leaned into him gently placing a soft kiss on his face her lips gazing the side of his. “I love you.”she told him softly as Jezebel made her way into the kitchen and removed two small beef tenderloins and seasoned them placing each gently in a hot cast iron frying pan as they cooked she thinly sliced some onions and mushrooms and placed them in the same pan with the meat so they could each absorb the others flavors. Taking a bottle of merlot she poured some of the wine over the meat to create a wine sauce to keep the meat moist. Jezebel took in the smell as the cooking meal let of scents that began to fill the house. Already earlier she had made a chocolate truffle cake that was chilling for dessert in the fridge.

She could see the top of his head as Micah rested on the couch and being apart like this was something she could not stand . Placing the lid on the pan Jezebel went over to the already set table and made sure everything was perfect the plates were in the right spot the right glasses were out. She walked back to the kitchen and remove the lid from the pan and looked at the food and then at the back of her fiance’s head. He was in one room she was in another and that pained her. She was a very emotional person so it was no surprise when she felt herself starting to cry and her back to Micah now as she didn’t want him to see her get uspet.”I love you and im sorry I messed up ok im not perfect nobody is not even you.”she said soflty outloud not knowing if he had heard her for if he did she was sure he wasn’t going to be happy.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah closed his eyes and laid back on the sofa. He took a deep breath, glad that things hadn't blown up like the do sometimes. She was starting to learn like she was supposed to. He cracked his neck softly and then finished his firewhiskey. He set his glass back down, smiling to himself. He was sure that life was going to get better now that she was starting to learn her place.

Micah stood to go to the bathroom, when he passed the kitchen. He could smell the dinner which smelled amazing but what caught him off guard was the sound of crying. Micah stepped into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Jezebel. hey hey, shhhh, he said quite and calmly Hey its okay. There's no reason to cry, Micah wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her forehead softly. He gave her a small smile. Everyone makes mistakes. The only thing that matters is that you learn from your mistakes. Micah smiled and kissed his bride-to-be deeply Dinner smells great by the way

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

Looking up at him this was the man she fell in love with this sweet and soft caring man before her was the Micah she knew. It did her good to know he loved how good dinner smelled and that he was happy with what she was doing.” Micah there is so much I am scared of so many things are going through my head. I am afraid of losing who I am and what I have worked for I I..honestly I don’t know how to be a wife how to run a house. “she said stopping herself from saying the truth. Jezebel had dreams she had things she wanted to do and when she gets married all her wants and dreams will be placed away. She wanted to ask and know why it was only her that had to give up her dreams but no that could no it would start another fight.

She wrapped her arms around Micah and laid her head on his chest. Small happy moments such as these were what she was most looking forward to in their married life. “When I am left here alone I don’t know what to do with myself and the drawing and designing gives me purpose it helps fill my time. “she told him softly hoping he would not get mad at the mention of her drawing. Jezebel closed her eyes and took in this moment tried to burn it into her memory and that moment there was a rumbling in the distance a thunder storm was approaching. “Just let me hold you for one more moment dinner still has a few minutes.”she asked hoping he would not push her away. Yes being in the arms of the man she loved was the most favorite thing Jezebel loved to do.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah kissed Jezebel on the top of her head. He smiled and said, I understand my dear. All I ask is that it does not interfere with your duties. Sometimes I forget you are not yet the woman of this house and still have much to learn and you are learning. Micah held Jezebel for a few minutes more. She was having a hard time but the truth was that she was learning. It took a long time to learn but she was slowly starting to do it. Every day that went by she learned a little bit more.

After a few minutes, Micah broke away from the hug I must go to the bathroom dear. I am sure dinner will be ready by the time I get back Micah kissed her forehead once more before he walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He washed his face and freshen up. Micah looked in the mirror and couldn't help but notice the slight smile on his face. Yes Jezebel drove him crazy sometimes but he did love her. She was the most precious thing he owned.

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

Jezebel pursed her lips into a little fake pout when Micah pulled away and went to go get ready for dinner. While he was away she plated the beef tenderloin and mushroom and wild rice stuffing in the two plates as she set them down on the table and she turned to find the bottle of wine she had left on the table and proceeded to open it but she was having trouble with the cock screw it was stuck. Jezebel gripped it rather tightly and yanked as hard as she could but then it happened. Her right arm flew black the cork and cork screw went flying across the room smashing into a small mirror causing it to break and fall to the ground knocking over a small table.


It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Jezebel gripped the side of the counter to stop from falling over. Her hands shook slightly as she was scared to see what she broke and waited for her fiancés reaction. “Oh my god .”was all she could say as her ran into the hall and looked at the broken glass all over the floor and the small table on it’s side. Her eyes then looked to the side waiting for Micah to come running out of the bathroom yelling that she broke something and make a mess. “Great now I have done it. I can’t do this I cant be a wife and run a household and do the cooking I don’t know how.”she said sliding down the wall and sitting there looking at the broken items as she shook a little. Jezebel did the shaking thing when she was scared and right now all she wanted to do was run to another room and lock herself in.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah finished washing his face when he heard the crash. What had she done now? If she broke a plate he would be annoyed but let it slide. Just as long as there was no food on that plate. Maybe he would scold her a little bit, let her know to be more careful. He was trying to not be so hard on her. She was still learning and she didn't always do things correctly. She needed to realize that right now she didn't need to always do things by hand. There was a reason they had magic and it should be used.

Micah sighed and stepped out of the bathroom ready to find out what had happened. Okay what happened what did you- Micah stopped when he saw what had broken. He looked at the wine and the broken glass from the mirror. He balled his fists as the anger rose inside of him. He slowly walked into the kitchen where he knew Jezebel was waiting. He walked up to her and grabbed her by the wrists pulling her close so he was right in her face. What did you do? He hissed What in God's name did you do! Do you know what that was! That has been passed down in my family for generations! He threw her to the floor and then he kicked the leg of the table. His breathing heavy and his whole body shaking

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

Her entire body froze as she looked into his eyes as he grip got tighter on her wrists right now she was too scared to look away. Her lips moved but nothing came out and she felt her eyes getting heavy with tears as the Micah that was there before was now gone and the angry monster was back in his place. Her body stumbled back as Jezebel rubbed her backside taking a look at Micah and getting up slowly as her legs shook a little. “It isn’t like I did it on purpose Micah alright I am sorry. Why do you have to yell at me all the time. “she said the end of her last sentence was a little loud as she walked over and gathered up a broom and long handled dust pan and walked over and started to sweep up the glass.


She was careful to hear if he had started to walk up behind her but no for now he was staying put and Jezebel came back into the kitchen and pressed open the can and dumped the pieces inside of it. Slowly she turned to face her still angry fiancé. “ I am not the perfect housewife im not the perfect fiancé im sooo sorry im not perfect.”she said gaining a little attitude as she finished talking and then she grabbed a dinner plate and set it down and poured Micah a glass of wine.”Eat if you want im not hungry anymore.”she told him leaning against a wall with her arms folded. Tonight was running the full list of emotions and it was beginning to wear on her. At every turn it seemed she was messing up do one thing right but two things go wrong for her. Her eyes looked down at the rather large diamond ring she had on and started to turn it around and around her finger.

[Micah Gene Everett]

Micah was shaking with anger.He stepped right up into Jezebel's face. First of all its not my Goddamn fault your parents didn't teach you properly. Second anyone with HALF of a fucking brain knows you open a bottle of wine with magic or over the sink. You are a Goddamn witch, stop trying to do everything like a filthy Muggle.

When Jezebel walked back into the kitchen and continued to backtalk, Micah's rage was getting worse. He walked over to Jezebel and grabbed her hand. This is what you fucking wanted right? The princess wedding, the perfect house, the perfect life and then you won't stop whining about how your not perfect. Maybe if you stopped fucking BITCHING I would get you a House Elf to help. Maybe if you actually tried and stopped treating this like a Goddamn game then things will change! Most the time you spend more time bitching then working. Are the beds made Jezebel? Is the house swept? I don't give a shit what you do in this house during the day as long as your chores get done. But what did you do all day? Play Barbie-doll. This isn't a fucking game. This is life!

Micah threw her hand down and started to walk out of the room, knowing that he couldn't be in there much longer or things would get worse but he knew that one more comment was all it would take to finally send him over the edge for tonight

[Elizbetha Oana Alexandrescu]

A few stray tears ran down her race as Micah was seething with anger. These moments had become more and more frequent since she moved into this house as now it seemed more like a prison. His words were strong and loud and the more he yelled the more she jumped and had to fight the feeling to run away to just pack it up and leave, well really she wouldn’t leave but still at moments like these all she wanted to do was go home. “I don’t sit here and play some stupid muggle doll game and I am trying to learn to do what I can yes im a witch and I do have a brain I am smart and I know what I am doing. Im not some maid who makes beds and cleans and waits for some master to come home dam it Micah. “she said getting angry and shoving a small glass paper weight off the counter sending it rolling out of the kitchen and almost following Micah down the hall.

Never before had she ever talked like that to him to anybody normally Jezebel was a good girl and if her parents could see and hear her now she would be cursed for sure. She had no thought as to why she was like this and why this attitude came about but as soon as the words left her mouth she had a feeling she was in for it and Jezebel was going to try and fix this situation the best she knew by preventing something as she looked around for her wand and realized she had left it in the living room on a table next to the couch. She had to get to it before Micah realized it was there. Suddenly she turned to make a run for the wand in the livingroom.