ring around the roses | ame

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

THE FESTIVAL WAS IN FULL SWING AND JIMMIE thought if she smelled another rose or sweet pea she might have passed out. But, it was the biggest event they'd had since winter and she'd missed all the commotion there. Jimmie had decided she would never miss another thing. Not a single breath of excitement. There were stories that needed to be documented. Eye witness accounts. She'd never been one of those before. And, though she didn't want anyone to get hurt, a part of her ached for something to happen.

Eventually, after doing two laps around the event, the sun began to dip in the sky and Jimmie came around to the hedge maze again. She'd avoided it for many reasons. Already two second years had been dragged out with leaves in their air and dazzled expressions on their faces. And, more than once a shower of sparks lit the sky and a volunteer had to go in and retrieve the lost. Maybe, Jimmie could save someone inside. But, that meant risking herself as well - she looked down at her pretty, polished Mary Jane's and the loose gravel ground, bit her lip and powered forward.

The beginning smelled of nothing but foliage and Jimmie could see over the top if she rose on her tip toes. She held a moleskin notebook in her arms with bright, blinking eyes on the front, and had a self inking quill at the ready, should she need to jot something down toot sweet. But, the maze grew thicker and higher the further Jimmie went and more than once she had to shake off an intrusive, creeping vine that took a liking to her frilled, pristine white socks. She'd be damned if she left this place with a single grass stain!

However, the light began to dim and Jimmie felt so very isolated as she lifted her head from her notebook, having lost herself in it for a few moments. She swallowed convulsively, a towering hedge reaching up in the heaven's. Jimmie wasn't normally easily frightened, but she felt a creeping sensation at the back of her neck all of a sudden. When she turned around to retrace her steps she found her path had been grown over, a new hedge mischievously in place.

"Uh oh..." She breathed, turning around swiftly only to have her open notebook knocked from her hands as a body stepped through the hedge and straight in to her, stepping on the toes of her pretty, expensive shoes. "Hey-" She lurched back, the notebook flinching as it was dropped on the ground, the quill spewing a defiant stream of ink as that too went flying as Jimmie threw up her hands in outrage. "Watch it!" She practically screamed at the perpetrator, failing to even see them as she looked down at the carnage at her feet.

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Ame had gone into the rose maze with a group of 5th year girls, however, he’d be damned if he left with them. They were afraid of getting lost and he thought it was so funny that he had ditched them. If they found him later, he would just claim to have gotten lost and he was sure they would believe him. However, he could still hear their anxious voices, so he ducked into the hedges to hide out, trying to avoid thorns as he did so. A thorn snagged the back on his shirt, which caused him to swat at it, and exit hurriedly out the other side where he walked straight into another student. He didn’t even know what was happening until she was yelling at him. He looked around at the notebook, the quill, and the ink on the ground. Not to mention the dirt on her shoes. He recognized the brand. She had expensive taste. He couldn’t help but be impressed. “sorry Miss. That was entirely my fault.” He bent down to retrieve her quill and book for her, after seeing how attractive she was. Ame loved to put on a good show.

Jameson Hera Blishwick

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

ALL JIMMIE COULD SEE WAS THE SCUFF ON HER shoes and the ink stain across the gravel pathway. Her book splayed on its front, the ornate eyes blinking in shock on the leather front. She didn't stop to notice the pristine curl of dark hair, or the towering figure who'd caused her such misfortune. Not until they bent at the knee and began gathering up her things. The quill had sailed somewhere in to the bushes, lost forever, but her book was still there. She bent to rub at the mark on her shoe, huffing under her breath.

"Yeah, I know it was." Jimmie said matter-of-factly, licking the pad of her thumb and rubbing it furiously against the mark, the leather squeaking angrily. She didn't relent until it disappeared, at which point she lifted her head to address the perpetrator with a very narrow glare on her face, though it stuttered momentarily. He was very well dressed, whoever he was, with a starched open collared shirt and smooth tanned skin. Jimmie didn't really date, but she recognised when someone was objectively attractive. She cleared her throat, a dash of pink across both of her cheeks as she reached and snatched her notebook from his offered hand.

"What were you even doing?" She grumbled, standing and dusting off her skirt. "Barrelling through the maze, it's not a race, you know." Jimmie's eyes flickered away from his face and back again, narrowing them gently as she tried to discern why he wasn't familiar. Jimmie prided herself on knowing everybody. It was a gift of hers, to remember a face with complete clarity. It made for better stories. "Do you even go here?" She asked him after a painful beat of silence where she found no recollection in her mind. She crossed her arms over her chest, her notebook adding another pair of eyes to glare at him heartily. 

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The woman he bumped into seemed to be annoyed by his general presence as she scrubbed at the scuff on her shoe. He was about to offer to have them refinished but she seemed satisfied with her work and turned her attention back to him as he offered her notebook back to her. She questioned why he was here and what he was doing. He shrugged. “got lost I guess.” he didn’t exactly what to say that he had been kind of playing a practical joke on the group of girls he came in with. “that’s the point of the maze isn’t it?” she asked if he even went here, which he took to mean Hogwarts. “do you just assume someone can’t be in the village if they don’t attend the school?” he asked. “but yes, unfortunately I do.”

Jameson Hera Blishwick

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

HE WAS VERY DEADPAN WHEN HE SPOKE TO Jimmie. She didn't like it. The barest inflection in his lofty tone of voice. What was that accent? She couldn't quite place it, but his English was impeccable. A rolling thing, with perfectly curved edges. He appeared to hold himself and high regard. It made Jimmie wish to tug him down a few pegs.

"I don't recognise you," Jimmie said by way of explanation, her voice sharp and eyes narrowed. She was assessing him very keenly. "Locals don't really do these sorts of things." Jimmie knew, she'd been to her fair share of seasonal events while at Hogwarts. They were, at times, the only thing that broke the monotony of school work. "And you're definitely not a local." She leaned back on her left foot, tilting her chin as she gave him a very shrewd look from head to toe, shaking her head slightly.

And then she registered what he'd said again, "And just what did you mean by 'unfortunately'." She mimicked his haughty tone, her voice unbelievably gruff to try and match his own. Stepping towards him, she had to strain her neck to look him in the eye, but she didn't hesitate, glaring sharply. "Do you think you're too good for Hogwarts?" She didn't like that implication, not even a little bit. Who was this tool? 

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Ame sure got a kick out of this girl. She seemed to like to question and he liked to have the answers. She insisted that she didn’t recognize him and he smirked. “And you know everyone? There’s not a way there could be a student, out of the hundreds, that you don’t recognize.” he held back a chuckle, but she could probably tell that it was there, beneath the line of his lips and the tilt of his jaw. He didn’t mean to make fun of her, maybe she was considered popular at the school and she did know most everyone. But she was right, she didn’t know him. And he certainly wasn’t a local. “You’ve got me there. I guess I’m easy to figure out.” he offered a wink.

She caught his little scoff at Hogwarts and asked if he thought he was too good to be at this school. He did. But honestly it wasn’t against Hogwarts as it was just against every school. “Whether I’m too good for it or not, it’s not a place I want to be. So for me, being here is quite unfortunate.” It might have been a perfectly fine school. None of his family had ever attended here before him, but he didn’t have a choice. He would be out of here the moment he turned 17. “I suppose you like school though, you seem the type.” he added with a shrug.

Jameson Hera Blishwick

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

THE ARROGANCE OOZED FROM THE BOY, NO matter what Jimmie said. She felt it in his smile, and the knowing way he spoke. Like he'd measured her person and found it terribly lacking. He didn't even know her. "I know enough." Jimmie shook out her hair, a little pretentious, though that was not terribly unlike the girl.

"With shoes like that, I'd recognise you from a mile away." And that was partly true. "You don't seem like the subtle type." Jimmie knew the people that thought they mattered, but made a point of knowing even those who didn't wish to be known. She was nosy.

Fighting off a gag, Jimmie sneered at his charming wink. "Does that work with all the girls?" She asked sarcastically, head tilted as she feigned interest, her smile as stiff as it was manufactured. Though, he caught Jimmie off guard with his honesty. He didn't make a joke about her school, or brush it off as she'd assumed he would. Though, he still hadn't really answered her question, so she asked another.

"Why?" A step closer, lest he try and break free and lose interest in their little back and forth. Jimmie was suddenly curious, which did not bode well for her company. Though her nose wrinkled as his blatant stereotyping. "You've never met my type." She snapped at him, crossing her arms tightly. 

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She insisted that she knew enough of the students here to know that he wasn’t one of them. Or at least that he was a new one, he supposed. He didn’t care much. He didn’t feel like he had to make himself known. That would happen eventually on its own. She said that because of his shoes she’d recognize him from a mile away and he smirked, looking down to admire the leather himself. “Thank you, they’re Italian. Handmade by a little shoemaker in a coastal town that I can’t for the life of me remember the name of.” He knew she didn’t care. He didn’t care either. But it was a little fun to flaunt.

She didn’t seem to appreciate his remark about her figuring him out and asked if he tried that with all the girls. He shook his head. “No, that would be a terrible way to flirt.” he admitted. “If you think that’s flirting is, I’m sorry to say the people you’ve had around have been doing it wrong.” he didn’t want to make it seem like she herself was bad at flirting, he wasn’t in the mood to be rude. But if a simple wink was all it took, he did find her standards for partners lacking.

She asked why he found it unfortunate that he was here and he smirked again, laughing a little under his breath. It was hard to explain his misfortune to those who didn’t understand his lifestyle. Saying that he was expelled made himself look bad. Though he wasn’t disappointed or embarrassed by it. It still was hard to explain. She snapped at him about never having met her type of person and he decided he had enough. “Allow me to introduce myself to the Head of Student Matters. I am a new student, I transferred recently from Beauxbatons. My name is Amedeo Grimaldi.” he could leave the prince title out for the time being at least. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, madam.” the smirk still played at his lips. He did find this whole thing quite entertaining.

Jameson Hera Blishwick

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

JIMMIE ALMOST FELT EMBARRASSED FOR THE blatant displays of wealth, but she was too offended by his entire demeanour to truly let it sink in. Instead, she met his bolster with a little snort. "You think I don't know what Italian leather looks like?" And this, of course, was a terrible thing to say. Jimmie didn't like to think of herself as privileged, but she was. And spoiled too. She often fought this, but in the shadow of his mountainous French boy, she found that she puffed out her chest, her nose upturning.

"Oh, forgive me then. I guess you must have had something in your eye." Jimmie sniped, her expression anything but impressed. His wink had been like a straight slap to her flushed face. "You seem very sure of yourself." She sniffed, her brows lifting delicately. But, he seemed quite finished with their back and forth and his next words made her chest go a terrible shade of red. He was insulting her, whether he meant to or not. She stepped toe-to-toe with him, her eyes narrowing to slits as she tilted up her squared chin at him.

"I don't like the way you speak to me, Amedeo Grimaldi." His name rolled from her tongue, accented and terrible rich, but without any kindness. "You're not going to make any friends with an attitude like that." And she checked his shoulder as she tried to walk past him, taking only a few steps away from him before she realised that she was indeed lost, so with a stamp of her foot she turned back. "Do you know the way out of here?" She asked with a huff, arms crossing. "And that's the last thing I'm going to say to you." But, she filed his name at the back of her mind for further investigation. Secretly, of course. 

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