名誉

Jenna Takeda | 16 | Gryffindor And that was all the part of it - the way you were obliged to live. You stifled a groan, you lied about your love, you deceived your legal wife, and all in the name of honour. That was the damned paradox of it - in order to behave well, you have to behave badly.

[ardenchosource]

[ardenchosource]

[kirasunes-deactivated20150804]

[waverlynakamura]

"Yeah… No problem," Waverly responds, nodding and managing a weak ghost of a smile as well. Apparently she feels like being nice today—but then again, it’s probably only because the other girl isn’t exactly feeling well, nothing more.

… Let’s pretend Waverly’s not failing to acknowledge the Potions class she’s late for. 

After popping a mint into her own mouth, Waverly closes her eyes, a sight to behold. She has just the right mannerisms so that it unintentionally must feel like watching a commercial for one of those mint advertisements, and she’s obviously a pretty enough girl to star in one. Waverly Nakamure, mint commercial girl. It’s a title she wouldn’t mind having, she thinks—it’s better than Head Girl, which makes her sound like she’s going around doing inappropriate things to young men.

Before she can start questioning Percy Weasley’s sexuality back in the day, she quickly opens her eyes, glancing over at Jenna again. Even when she looks so under the weather, she’s still cute, and the Hufflepuff finds that her cheeks are painting themselves pink.

[jennatakeda]

The pair sit together, allowing the silence to fill the space where conversation should. It isn't comfortable or companionable like it is in the books, and so it shouldn't be -- after all, she and Waverly Nakamura aren't friends. Jenna sucks on the mint in her mouth, resting her forehead against her knees. Unlike the girl next to her, she is resisting being pensive; she's had her last class of the day and is contemplating skipping out on her study periods to get a nap in instead. She visualises all her current worries and concerns, written up in Kanji on a blackboard in chalk, and imagines herself rubbing each letter away one at a time with the flat of her hand. 

Eventually, Jenna peeks up, feeling marginally better, "Thanks," She says again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It's shorter than the rest and so keeps falling forward, curling sweetly by her cheek. She tries again. Now that they're talking again, she tries to search her mind for a topic of conversation that in genial enough to remain light-hearted. Instead, she finds herself explaining her actions, "I never realised just how bright and loud the Great Hall is."

[aseaofquotes]

Gayle Forman, Just One Year

[waverlynakamura]

"Are… you all right?" The intonation of the question is stilted, awkwardly so. But it’s definitely concern on Waverly’s part when she sees Jenna’s pained expression. Come to think of it, she does look rather pale—maybe she’s ill or something, or perhaps she has a headache.

Oh, what the hell?

The Hufflepuff, after some halfhearted contemplation, moves to have a seat next to the other girl, fumbling around in her simple-yet-stylish bag and soon extracting some mints. “Here,” she mumbles quietly, dropping one into Jenna’s palm. “I don’t know if it’ll help you, but it usually helps me when I’m feeling like shit. So… yeah.”

[jennatakeda]

"I'm..." Fine is what she wants to say, but the truth is that she isn't. Jenna hasn't suffered from migraines for years, but she has a feeling this headache may reach nausea levels by the end of the night. She hadn't even had an appetite before, but she definitely doesn't now -- the brunette returns her sandwich to the small container she has with her, closing her eyes momentarily. She adds in the same quiet voice, "I've just got a headache..." Because it's not another migraine, it can't be. 

There's a rustling beside her and a sudden warmth; Waverly's taken a seat next to her, on the floor, and is rifling through her chic handbag. The handbag culture at Hogwarts has somehow become a thing, girls displaying their tastes through an array of material, style, size. Jenna herself tends to stick to her rucksack. Waverly's touch against the back of her hand is brief, as if it were never there -- she uses her other hand to lay a mint in her palm, and Jenna closes her fingers around it so it won't bounce off and roll away, lifts it to her lips.

"Thank you," She says sincerely, meeting Waverly's gaze through a curtain of her hair. She pushes it away from her face, giving the girl a tired-sort-of-smile.

[waverlynakamura]

Seeing the girl again is… awkward, to say the least. Especially when she’s been trying not to think about her every damn second of her life and cursing to herself when she can’t help it. She needs to get laid if she’s honest with herself, needs someone to take her mind off of it with some mindless sex, but she’s not keen on asking for favors—that’s not Waverly’s thing. 

Her eyes are slightly wide as she eyes the Gryffindor. And while she’d love to walk away because she has no clue what to say to her, it appears that her feet are rooted to the stone floor of the corridor.

[jennatakeda]

Waverly remains where she is, silent. It seems to be a running thing, and frankly, Jenna isn't a big fan of it. She rarely experiences negative emotions -- perhaps that's a big statement to make, but it's true. They don't really have any place in her life other than bringing her down, and Jenna's become very adept over the years at compartmentalising her feelings. Martial arts help -- among other things. However, she finds herself slightly irritated by Waverly's lack of response. She doesn't know what to say either, and she doesn't want the responsibility -- it was why she chose to be alone. Jenna decides to blame these feelings as a momentary lapse due to her headache rather than anything more. 

The seated girl winces slightly as the throbbing in her head spikes to a sudden stabbing -- it's minute, but noticeable if you were watching her like Waverly still is. She ducks her head, attempting to covertly massage her temples.

[waverlynakamura]

Waverly didn’t know what she was thinking—one moment, she’d been prepared to go to her next class, and the next, she’d suddenly stopped in her tracks at the sight of Jenna Takeda, who appeared to be eating by herself—something a few people at this school would consider a travesty, but something Waverly herself completely understood.

She had been spacing out, apparently, because when she snapped back into reality, Jenna’s eyes were meeting hers, and it dawned on her that she’d been standing there for a solid two minutes just staring at her. “Er… sorry,” she quickly mumbled, prepared to walk away.

[jennatakeda]

Of course, the person that would run into her eating her lunch alone would be Waverly Nakamura. Jenna swallows hard, the bite of sandwich she'd been chewing becoming increasingly cloying and tasteless. She manages to get it down, but she's still faced with the pretty Japanese girl staring back at her mutely, and the weight of their last conversation. It had plagued her after she'd joined her fellow Gryffindors at their table and, if she was being honest, into the night and ever since. 

"It's okay," She says, and although her voice has never been loud, she sounds noticeably quieter than usual -- subdued.

[aseaofquotes]

Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn

[jennatakeda]

For some reason, the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall had been too much for Jenna today. A headache had been blossoming along her temples since just after she'd woken up, and having run out of the necessary potions, there wasn't much she could do about it. To say she wasn't welcome in the Hospital Wing was an understatement -- plenty of students who were too vocal about being against the political views she openly agreed with had ended up there, and weren't too keen to fraternize with her. She sighed quietly to herself, taking a bite of the sandwich she'd picked up along with a few other items before leaving the hall. The sound of approaching footsteps shortly came to a halt and she glanced up to meet the pair of eyes staring right back at her.

[regina-georges]

[charliemccullen]

"Well as long as it tastes good I’m happy" Charlie says with a slight laugh. Smiling easily at the girl. "Probably the latter, they’re always in the shadows, cleaning things without anybody realising. They’re bound to hear a lot"

[jennatakeda]

"Hopefully not too much. A girl's got to keep her secrets," Jenna grins ruefully down into her bowl, "I could get used to this."

[charliemccullen]

"Wait, seriously? Awesome"

[jennatakeda]

"Charlie, hi!" Jenna says enthusiastically, watching as the boy takes a seat in front of her. Having been sorted the same year into the same house, the pair have been friends for some time, "Yeah, I mean, it isn't the greatest, but it's still noodles. I think the elves have been answering my prayers -- or at least eavesdropping on my conversations."

[jennatakeda]

"There's Chinese food for dinner? Score."

[waverlynakamura]

Waverly herself is a bit fed up with the awkward, iffy vibe of this conversation. There’s so much push-pull going on in her mind right now: she wants this conversation to end, but she doesn’t want to stop talking to the girl she still can’t avoid having feelings for; she wants to divulge her true opinions, but she doesn’t want to let go of any chance she has with the other girl (not that there’s much of a chance at all). But fuck it, whatever.

She’s gotten to the point where she’s drowning crackers carelessly in her half-uneaten chowder, hesitant once more before speaking to Jenna again. “What are you, a mind-reader? I think not.” The words are pretty jagged, which probably gives Jenna more cause to believe that Waverly really doesn’t like her, but she’s a little past the point of minor irritation now. “Look, it’s complicated. Since you can’t seem to get the hang of that, I might as well just go.”

[jennatakeda]

Jenna looks dismayed, but beneath that, there's something else bubbling. She hasn't done anything she can think of to offend the other girl, and she's tried to apologise for whatever it is -- and yet, Waverly is still treating her with contempt. It's just not fair, and shockingly, Jenna finds herself frustrated. Anger isn't an emotion she gives free reign; in fact, Jenna has very good control over the majority of them, and its only her enthusiasm that often gets out of hand. Pushing her seat out, the brunette takes a breath and then exhales slowly. 

"I'll go. I'm the one intruding," She mutters, and rises gracefully to her feet. Jenna takes one step forward and then pauses, murmuring even quieter, "It was nice talking to you today, Waverly." With that, she leaves the Hufflepuff table and walks over to her own, where Anya begins to harass her with questions and Declan, after doing a double take and realising who had joined them, turns away from his own conversation with a smile on his face to participate in theirs. 

[waverlynakamura]

"Truth be told…" Waverly sighs, brushing her hair out of her eyes again. She’s abandoned her own food now, eyeing it listlessly. "Well, your question’s not so easy for me to answer because…" What am I doing? “Because… I don’t really know.”

Waverly doesn’t like to consider herself rebellious. The word itself has a childlike quality to it, or at least some sort of negative connotation. And she’d like to think that she’s being plenty mature right now, or at least honest, as she explains to Jenna the nature of her personal opinion. Her behavior should be the last thing that matters, anyway. Since when was it wrong to act differently compared to other people? … Well, okay, maybe she’s taking Jenna’s words a bit too personally now.

"Look, there are a few people I hate, but you’re not one of them," Waverly reassures her, though her expression is tight-lipped and slightly sour. "I have complicated feelings with a lot of people—so don’t sweat it."

[jennatakeda]

"But you don't like me," It's pretty plain to see in the way that Waverly treats her that the girl isn't a fan of hers -- in fact, this is probably the most civil conversation they've had to date, but it doesn't stop Jenna from sounding completely dismayed. She's taken to playing with the fork by her side, tracing the patterns on the silverware with a single, strangely small digit. In fact, her hands and her feet are a little too small for her body, as if she were stretched at the last minute of being made and her extremities were left as they were originally were crafted. However, all that's beside the point. She crosses her legs beneath the table, and her hair falls into her face, obscuring it partially from view.

She doesn't know why it bothers her that Waverly can't give her a straight answer, or why it even matters at all, but it does. Jenna feels like she needs to prove herself to the other half-Japanese girl, and a steely determination begins to seep into her very spirit. There's a reason she's a Gryffindor, and she's stubborn enough that she'll see this challenge through.

[travellingsim-blog]