Owen Brockert
September 27, 2015 12:45 PM
Tagging Jemima by Owen Brockert
Ever since the message in Teppenpaw had shown up, Owen had had something on his mind. He knew that it had nothing to really do with him, but at the same time, it had made him really think about things. The whole secret telling thing (and vandalism thing) had done nothing but cause fear and paranoia and anxiety-and probably a great deal of annoyance for Uncle Mortimer, being that it seemed like most things annoyed his uncle.He himself didn't really have any secrets. Anything Owen wouldn't want people to know about him were childish things that he was trying break himself of despite not really wanting to. He also tended not to want people to know he had asthma, but though only Jemima, Andrew and the staff knew his specific problem, the second year was pretty sure people knew he had some medical issue.
Still, he hated the whole thing. It could divide people, depending on their secret. Some secrets could be humiliating and could turn people against each other. Ruin people's lives-at least until they graduated from school. They could ruin a family's status or make people lose their friends. Owen couldn't imagine anything worse than losing a good friend-and he had a really good imagination too.
He didn't want this at all. He wanted people brought together not torn apart. Really, all the Teppenpaw wanted was for everyone to get along.
For him though, something good had come out of the whole thing. He'd become more appreciative of his friendship with Jemima and today, Owen wanted to tell her just that, so he'd invited her to meet him in the Art Room.
The second year sat waiting for his friend, writing a bit as he did. When she finally joined him, Owen began to speak. "Um, with all that's going on, I just want to tell you what you mean to me as a friend. Before I came to Sonora, I never really met anyone or went anywhere, so I never really had one until I met you and I want to thank you for showing me how great it could be."
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Jemima Wolseithcrafte
September 29, 2015 8:59 AM
I'm tagged, I'm it! by Jemima Wolseithcrafte
Jemima had set plans in motion for the Teppenpaw picnic that she and Andrew had discussed in Charms. She had invited everyone in their year to come to the water room the following Saturday, and had got them all to suggest their favourite food, which she would ask the prairie elves to prepare. She was looking forward to the chance for them all to hang out together, although she was equally happy and excited when Owen arranged for them to spend some time in the art room. Jemima was a people person - it made her happy to arrange big events, to be around lots of people and to take pleasure in seeing them have a good time, but she also appreciated one on one time, where she could give more of her attention to a special person.“Hi,” she smiled, hugging Owen as she greeted him. Hugs were never in short supply when Jemima was around, and formed part of her usual method of greeting, as well as being a means to underline emotional points.
She was about to ask what he wanted to do - maybe they were here to work on some illustrations for his stories. Jemima loved doing that, and she had a project in mind to ask for Owen’s help with, as she had some pictures she wanted a story to go with. She and Ginger had been discussing what their animagus forms would be and had both decided that being unicorns would be the best, so she wanted to prepare a story for her friend’s birthday about two unicorn friends having adventures together. Sometimes, thinking about leaving Sonora - even though it was years and years away - was a bit upsetting because she didn’t know whether she and Ginger would still get to be friends. But, if they were unicorns, they could run off and play together and she couldn’t see how anyone could mind that. It was exciting to have someone to make her pictures into stories with - since meeting Owen, she had refined her life’s ambition of being an artist to being an illustrator (and now, part time unicorn). Before she could ask though, he surprised her by announcing that he’d asked her here to thank him for being her friend.
“Owen,” she squeaked, wrapping him in another hug, “That is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me! You mean the same to me. I mean, I got to go places, and I always had my brothers and sisters around, and we all love each other but we kind of have to. It’s nice to find someone who you really has things in common with you, and who doesn’t have to want you around but does anyway.
“I love being friends with you and with Ginger,” she explained, the story still on her mind, “but it’s different. It’s nice and easy being friends with you, and I know we can stay friends forever and ever without anyone saying bad things. We could even married when we grow up.”
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October 06, 2015 8:45 PM
I'd never refer to you as that. by Owen
Though only seconds must have passed, it seemed like eons to Owen between when he finished talking and when Jemima began. Like the air in the room was completely still. He couldn't say he wasn't nervous. Not that he really expected her to reject him on any level, of course, but still, telling someone how much you cared was not something that didn't cause at least a little bit of nerves.Owen grinned when Jemima gave him a second hug. He liked hugs and he really liked them from her, so that was rather what he'd been hoping for. In fact, he might have been a bit disappointed had she not given him another one though the important thing was more that the other Teppenpaw knew how Owen felt. He wanted to make her feel good, because making other people feel good in turn made him feel good. It was just seeing their happiness and knowing he'd caused it. And honestly, he liked seeing people-especially ones he liked as much as Jemima-happy even if he hadn't been the source.
He smiled even bigger when she began to speak, nodding. Owen had no idea what it was like to have siblings, being an only child but he knew people who were very different from theirs, like his father and Uncle Xavier. "It really is. I was really lonely before" All of his friends had been stuffed animals or imaginary. "And I'm so glad to have met you. I was really surprised to meet someone that I had so much in common with."
What Jemima said next caught Owen a little off guard. He was a proper pureblood so he probably had heard more about it than those not part of society but he was still a thirteen year old boy and usually they didn't think about marriage. At least he didn't think they did, not really talking to many other boys his age aside from his roommate and it wasn't really a subject that came up between the two of them. Still, now that he was thinking about that, he couldn't say he really disliked the idea. " Th-That would be nice." Owen stammered out, blushing furiously.
Really, he couldn't imagine not having Jemima in his life...and didn't want to.
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