thought contagion | jimmie

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growin’ up in stages

28TH NOVEMBER 2024

THURSDAY’S ARRIVAL COULDN’T HAVE come fast enough for Sari Fawley, especially it was one of the days where classes weren’t a priority for the Sixth Year. With exams on the uprise, preparation was taken into account across all of her classes, which the blonde found easy to deal with then other things. November’s roll around meant many months had passed since…the Fawley’s…situation-ship with Nathaniel, something that still bugged the Hufflepuff as she had no clue as to where it left the two of them, where exactly they stood. It was safe to say Sari was still completely and utterly single, given the fact that the Hufflepuff avoided the Slytherin like most people attempted to avoid the plague. The awkward thing above all was the boiling feelings the Fawley had but no one to express…The feeling too.

Until she got comfortable with Jimmie Blishwick. Jimmie like Helena was one of Sari’s closest friends, bonded on a basis of different classes, competition and enjoyment around one another, but unlike the conversations she had with Helena, the Fawley hadn’t really been open about personal things like her love life. People never seemed to truly care, even if they told you otherwise. Pent up with too many feelings, she sent an Owl to her friend, to meet her in a section within the library, where speaking in a hushed tone was acceptable enough. Private in comparison to all of the other places.

It was rather stupid to do so however, to speak of all of your problems in the library, but with the two girls being in opposite houses, many of the classrooms occupied by students actually learning within and the Courtyard having too many prying eyes and ears…The library was their only choice. Sitting alone, not too far from a tight alcove between two book shelves, a book rested in the blonde’s lap but eyes did not pay attention to the words scrawled across the pages. Instead blue eyes scanned briefly, before her nail pushed up to flick the page, continuously doing so until Jimmie arrived.

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no care in the world.

JIMMIE LOVED INFORMATION THE WAY HER DAD loved love. People had called her a 'gossip' in the past, but Jimmie thought there was a stark difference between the way that she was and the word 'gossip'. As far as she was concerned, it was okay as long as she consumed it and didn't spread it with malicious intent. Okay, occasionally, the odd story made its way in to the school newspaper but that was for the greater good. When it came to her friends, she was very good at keeping secrets, and always willing to lend her ear. Perhaps, a little too willing.

So, when Jimmie's snowy owl dropped on the sill of her dorm room window, she didn't hesitate to tear open the letter it held primly in its beak. The Blishwick's had no pets, but she was partial to a very professional owl named Sir and only Sir. It flew off before she'd even torn the seal, beak upturned from a job well done, but Jimmie didn't notice. She read the letter with haste, having hoped it'd be from the Daily Prophet, but it was worse. Sari's messy scrawl summoned her immediately and Jimmie left her Potions textbook open on her unmade bed as she left the dormitory in her uniform and a pair of very fashionable red slippers.

The library was very quiet when Jimmie entered, but she paid it no mind as she marched along the main vein of shelves towards the back. Sari never really studied within plain view. Jimmie always suspected that that was so she was never caught doing no studying at all. And, as predicted, she had her head in a book when Jimmie found her. Sari's attention, however, was on her thumbnail as it played with the corner of her page. Jimmie crossed her arms, eyebrow lifted expectantly as she cleared her throat and cocked her hip, one foot tapping.

"You better be dying," Jimmie pretended to grumble. In actual fact she was buzzing with excitement, lurching forward to drop in to the seat beside her friend. Sari was a Hufflepuff, but Jimmie had a bit of a soft spot for the house. She'd never met more people elsewhere who were just so eager to give up their stories. Dipping her chin, Jimmie fought to catch Sari's eyes. "Are you dying?" She said quite soberly, her nose wrinkling as she wondered if it was in fact serious. She hadn't thought it would be originally, Sari had a theatrical streak. 

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THE SOUND OF A CLEARING throat was enough to pull the Fawley from the mess of her scrambled mind, blue eyes immediately trailing upwards at her friend who had finally arrived. Sari was unsure of the time, nor did she care, but given there weren’t many windows inside of the library, she wanted to assume it was the early evening. Jimmie spoke, grumbling about the importance of this situation and how Sari should be dying if it were this important. Luckily for Jimmie, the blonde wasn’t dying physically, but mentally…A maybe was in order. Sari shuffled as her friend sat beside her, a small smile turning up the corners of her lips as she responded to her friend.

”Merlin, I wish.” She closed the book in her lap then, before using her two hands to drop it by her side. The Fawley turned then, facing Jimmie now while hands reached out for her ankles, pulling them so she could sit crossed legged. ”If you asked me the same question next week I think I’ll be dead by then.” She added, feigning a joke. The smile on the blonde’s lips soon shifted to an uncertain smile until the corners dropped and a frown was replaced. A hand rose, reaching up for her significant blonde curls, ruffling them. She looked up at Jimmie then, who’s eyes seemed to be filled with excitement but her nose was wrinkled. Cute.

”I’m having…Boy troubles?” Was that the best way to explain it? Who knew? ”If you call, falling for a douche bag, sleeping with him…a couple of times and now ultimately avoiding him…Boy troubles…”

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[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

WHILE JIMMIE APPRECIATED A GOOD STORY, she'd never had much patience for theatrics. It's probably why she'd never lasted very long in the drama club. It was all a little too fictional for her taste. Sari, unfortunately, had a true talent for drama. Jimmie's shoulders slumped, her expression souring as she reached over and flicked Sari's ear quickly. "Give it a rest, won't you?" She snapped, shaking her head with the barest representation of a smile on her face. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad." Jimmie was picturing a failed test, or a nasty bout of detention.

"Boy troubles..." Jimmie echoed, as if the mere phrase tasted disgusting to her. Her expression collapsing in to a judgemental grimace. But, Jimmie liked Sari, so she had to be a friend as well. She leaned towards her, rolling her eyes skyward as she attempted to be softer for her benefit. "Do you... regret it or something?" She asked reluctantly, clasping her hands on the table in front of them. "Why is it bothering you so much?" There was a hint of concern in her tone, mostly because Sari appeared as stricken as she'd been when Jimmie had just arrived. Perhaps it wasn't theatrics after all. Sari looked positively green from it all.

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SARI COULDN’T HELP BUT FALL into the lines of dramatics and theatrics. It was simply in her nature to stand out amongst the large mass in her family and boy did it show. Her sisters, both elder and even the youngers hated whenever she pulled a tantrum or a protesting stand. But hey, anything for attention. What didn’t add up in the Fawley’s life was she used the dramatic stands, poses, speech and everything above as a mask, hiding her true anxiety unless she was alone.

Jimmie snapped though, clearly not pleased with Sari’s exaggeration. An event like this surely wasn’t enough to die over but the blonde knew she had made a…big mistake. ”It can’t be that bad?” She scoffed then. Sure, she tended to cause a ruckus over small things quite…often, but when Sari felt others were calling her bluff, it only made her mad…And reveal every little secret. ”Of course I regret it! I acted stupidly, on impulse just like my dad would advise me to avoid. And here I am, supposedly falling in hopeless love with Nate Forrester!”

The revelation came out in just a slightly loud whisper, considering the Hufflepuff remembered where the two sixth years were. ”I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I hate him, but find my way back to him.”

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[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

SARI WAS NOT AMUSED BY JIMMIE'S CARELESS opinion of her mood. It made her stop for a second and mildly reevaluate how she was dealing with her friend. Was she being callous? She couldn't tell, advice columns weren't really her gig. She preferred investigative. Tilting her head slightly she leaned forward in her seat to catch Sari's eyes, which were an angry red, she looked like she had been crying for a while. Jimmie sighed.

"Look, I didn't mean it like that," She placed a tentative hand on her friends shoulder, her thumb rubbing in what she hoped was comfort. And then her hand stilled at the name. Nate, Nate, Nate. Her internal database ran through all the loser boys she could think of and then stalled, like a computer crash.

"Nathaniel Forrester?!" Jimmie whisper-yelled, eyeing the direction of the grumpy librarian, should she take issue with their tone of voice. It was a supposed fact that Nathaniel Forrester suffered no fools, and Sari had always appeared to be a fool under his lofty regard. Jimmie burned hot with disgust. "That... loser?" She leaned back, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms. "Do you have a death wish or something," She huffed through her nose, the word 'love' making her skin crawl. "You cannot fall in love with Nathaniel Forrester, he's absolutely insufferable."

Eyes widening, she saw the stricken confusion on Sari's face. Like she absolutely agreed with Jimmie, but she simply couldn't help herself. Jimmie thought, from the corner of her eye, that she saw a thin thread snaked around Sari's pale wrist, swinging slightly when she motioned passionately with her arms. "What does that even mean?!" Jimmie stressed, leaning forward until her shoulder bumped Sari's, forgetting about the pesky piece of string. "That makes no sense!"

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