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waverly nakamura. sweet sixteen.

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It would be impossible to be cruel to Poppy Larsson — mistreating the girl seems like it’d be in the same moral category as shouting at babies, or kicking puppies in the street. She stares at Waverly in awe, “I’ve always wanted to go to Japan,” She says reverently, “Sapporo, Hiroshima, Nagasaki — and Tokyo!” The last one is an excited squeal, and Poppy’s at the point where she’s barely restrained herself from clapping, “I’ve never tried sushi, but I’m sure it was amazing. It looks incredible.” Raw fish isn’t the safest of foods, after all, “There’s the Tokyo Tower, and the Harajuku girls — and Takeshita Street!”

[waverlynakamura]

"Kyoto is my favorite," Waverly states, smiling in amusement at Poppy's obvious excitement over the country. Waverly has been there loads of times, so there's really no acknowledgement on her end about how Japan could seem so exciting and exotic to others unless she sees it--just like she is right now. "It's a bit more popular with older people, but I've always enjoyed how historical it is. My dad grew up there, so we go there quite often... I usually tend to venture off on my own, visit some food stands, and then climb all the way up to a shrine and just look at all the scenery. It's pretty incredible."

[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]

"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.

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Elena starts to protest against the other girl’s strategy, opening her mouth to advise her not to rely on memorisation. She isn’t bothered by the fact of Waverly’s deviance, she just simply wants the most effective method there is to help with the girl’s homework; and Elena knows quite well how devastating a habit it can be to try to create a translation template in one’s head. However she keeps herself from interrupting against her better judgement. Waverly doesn’t seem too impressed with her to begin with.

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Elena seems to at least done something to help, since it appears now that Waverly is actually doing her work, and quietly too. In a few minutes' time, she's flipping a page and neglecting to use her parchment to write things down, instead mumbling under her breath when she needs to clarify a meaning.

It's as if Elena has disappeared, though Waverly cruelly thinks that the girl might be accustomed to that.

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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]

"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."

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[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.

[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]

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.

[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.

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"Oh, morals are totally out the window at this stage." Her laugh is dry but it holds a certain amount of truth. With all of the puppy eyes and terrified whimpers Victoire has been subjected to in the past few months, she’s learned to treat her Head Girlship with a certain amount of detachment; no matter how cold it makes her out to be. "I’m sure you could. And it has great perks, such as the bathroom and all the different soaps there." She smiles at the thoughts of all the bubbles and the beautiful mermaid on the stainglass window. "I honestly didn’t know there was such a thing as pinecone shampoo."

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"Pine cone shampoo?" Waverly raises her eyebrows, laughing in amusement. "I didn't even know pine cone had a smell." She's wondering now what the prefect bathroom looks like, considering she's heard about it several times now. The water that flows in all different colors, the huge tub, the stained-glass mermaid... She's too fun-loving to be a prefect herself, but she'd probably try it just for the bathroom. And she'd probably be able to hand out detentions, just as long as they were reasonable.