Sophie Jamison
September 08, 2012 4:26 PM
Couch buddies? by Sophie Jamison
While not especially philosophical, Sophie spent quite some time thinking. Nothing she thought of would change the world; she was no inventor of spells (though perhaps of potions someday?) or great mind of leadership. She was not advanced for her age or time. Most of the things she thought about were rather typical of someone in her position in life.The sixteen year old thought about Quidditch. As Captain, she had to plan tryouts, plus strategies for the year would be nice to know in advanced. She’d have Amira to work with in developing these things, but most of it was going to be her brainchild. Her opinion and sentiments were, for the purposes of the team, of more value. Her position was higher, and she was in control. Amira would have her turn later, after Sophie graduated.
She also thought about her totally-just-a-best-friend best friend Ryan. Thus far, she’d managed to not ruin their friendship with her stupid feelings that would hopefully fade (though they’d been around for quite some time now…). The blonde was not prepared to lose her best friend because she felt something more and he probably didn’t. Asking for more would be selfish and wrong; Ryan needed to have her in whatever way he saw fit. Without her as a friend, who would keep him safe from his sister?
A sigh passed her lips. Just because she thought of it often didn’t mean she enjoyed it. While imagining a situation in which she told him and he returned the feelings was amazing, the opposite reaction also played out in her mind. If she were to tell him and he wanted to stay just friends but the awkwardness ruined it, where would either of them be? Or worse, what if his immediate reaction was “Get away from me”?
Instead of finding out, she would continue to choke down her feelings like she had been for going on two years. Sophie was not going to risk what already was there; taking more would be greedy. She would just try to block it all out and pretend it was not existent. She’d gotten fairly good at it by now.
She probably should have been thinking of her schoolwork, but she couldn’t. She sat her textbook aside, decreeing that homework could wait. The blue-eyed Pecari did not want to be in her room, but she also did not want to experience the general population. Sophie instead ventured just down to the Common Room, and, seeing someone already seated on the couch, inquired, “Do you mind terribly if I join you?”
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Waverly Canterbury
September 09, 2012 1:19 AM
The more, the merrier! by Waverly Canterbury
It was kind of ridiculous how much time Waverly spent thinking about Brandon. He was her current crush back home, a boy she had grown up with but hadn't really liked as a person until recently. Until he became grown-up and dreamy... It was horrible. There was no way she was ever going to tell him about her crazy infatuation, but she really wished she could talk to him somehow when she was at school.Waverly was only in her third year and she was already piling on the responsibilities. She was the founder and president of the baking club, she was going to join the book and horse club, and she was trying out for Quidditch. If that wasn't enough, she had just signed up to be a Library Monitor and she was in the Intermediate classes this year. She was insane. But despite all that to think about, her brain still made a whole lot of room for the sweet half-Japanese, half-white boy at home.
She sighed. As much as Waverly wanted to be in her bed, she knew that once she lied down, she would either start thinking about him or fall asleep and, even worse, dream about him. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough! She had woken up many mornings still half-asleep and thinking that everything that dream-Waverly had experienced was real. It was horrible and also made her want to sleep all the time.
What Waverly probably missed most was talking to him. During the summer, as a belated birthday present, her parents had given her a cell phone. That meant most of the summer, after getting Brandon's number, they had texted back and forth. Being a muggle-born meant that she got all the perks of the muggle world and the magical one. It was great. The downside was that she wasn't able to ever tell her beautiful, amazing! muggle crush that she was a witch. It was heartbreaking.
So Waverly opted instead to try and read a book on baking recipes even though she knew she had a bunch of homework to do. She just couldn't concentrate with him rattling around in her head. It took all of her might not to run to the owlery and send a letter to her mom asking all about him. It was seriously disruptive to her life and her brain.
Waverly sat on the couch in the common room, glad that not too many people were there. But still, even as she tried to concentrate on reading, her eyes glazed over, skimming the words as she concentrated instead on Brandon's beautiful brown eyes, his soft-looking black hair, or his perfectly handsome face in general. She over-analyzed all of the things he had said to her, thinking about them as she turned page after page of her recipe book without reading a single word.
She was halfway through the book when the Quidditch captain interuppted her fanciful thinking. Waverly snapped out of her stupor and looked up. She knew Sophie Jamison only from a distance. Waverly was a big Quidditch fan here at Sonora which meant she knew everyone on the team, if only by name. Plus it wasn't hard to know the names of all the people in her house. She just wasn't sure if Sophie knew who she was.
"No, of course not! Sit down. I was just, uh, reading this recipe book for the Baking Club." She smiled invitingly to Sophie as she closed the book. "How's your term been so far?"
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