((Link goes to a post in Mayday's journal. Didn't want to spam the comm with a socking.))
After a shower, a good night's sleep and
another awkward meeting, Jaime managed to get some breakfast and make his way to the Owlery without further incident
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Not to mention that it was harder to think clearly on an empty stomach. And his mun was braindead last night. The last people he'd explained the story to who had no real frame of reference were his family and his two best friends, and those explanations hadn't gone too well. (Dani Garrett didn't count. Aside from the fact that her granddad was the last to use the scarab, the lady was so bugnuts the story barely fazed her.) He might explain some of it to Steph tomorrow, but she already at least understood the superhero part of it ( ... )
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Maia was married to an octopus. He stared at Lola for a second, letting that concept sink in, before he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," he said once he'd managed to recover. "I know I shouldn't - but that's just so wrong. How does the Hat even enforce that? I'm surprised there isn't a riot at this point ( ... )
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Wow... His stories just sounded so completely out there. Lola shook her head, laughing softly. "Your stories make mine sound so stupid... I've never been attacked by a tree." She paused, thinking. Hm, well, there had been the time where she'd been assigned to look after the young man who turned out to be William Shakespeare, and who could forget that one mission where she'd been stuck believing that she was a Jamaican slavegirl? "I did turn into a ( ... )
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Jaime shook his head, chuckling too as he got to his feet. "I think we're par for the course around here."
He offered her a hand to help her up. "I've already been warned about the moving staircases. There's a girl in my house who says they have it in for her." The sparrow's protests made him grin. "She's got a point, man, it's five times your size," he added, feeling silly for talking to a bird but unable to help himself.
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Accepting his hand, Lola stood and brushed off her jeans just in case grass had stuck to them. "Thanks," she grinned, and kneeled to pick up her shoes and look at the sparrow. "See? Jaime agrees with me." Talking to animals was nothing special. Lola had a friend who did that all the time. She stroke a finger over the sparrow's grey little head, and it made a vague attempt to nuzzle her hand. Lola sighed. "Okay, fine. If you're hungry later you can come look me up. Silly thing."
She shook her head at the silliness of birds and stood up again. "Okay! Library? I hope I don't get us both lost." And then there was the Question, too. The Date Question.
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Jaime closed the basket and picked it up, quickly checking to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind as Lola actually stroked the sparrow. Must be an angel thing, and wow, did that ever prove he was getting jaded to the weird. "Sounds good. If we get lost, it'll be an adventure. Or something. But probably not your fault."
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"I'll do my best to make sure we get safely to our final destination," she promised. Then she paused, looking slightly nervous. "Jaime? Is... this a date?" Okay, forward. But she couldn't stop herself. "Because if it isn't, that's fine," she babbled, hand going up to fiddle anxiously with her hair. "I mean, if this is a friend thing. That's good. Friends are good. But if it is a date, I mean, that's... good too." Could you fry eggs on her cheeks? They certainly felt hot enough. She should just stop talking now... And she was NOT going to look directly at him, either.
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After the Info Dump of Weird, the whole date question had kind of fallen by the wayside. It was kind of funny, really. "I... don't know," he admitted, managing a nervous laugh. "Haven't really asked anyone out since, well, it happened. So I'm, y'know, a little rusty? But I was hoping it was. A date. Really." Okay, he was just going to focus on not dropping the basket and stop running his mouth. Good plan. But he couldn't help smiling.
He looked towards the castle. "So... which way? Do we brave the food fight zone or is there a better route?"
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"The library is on the fourth floor," she explained. "So we take the main stairs, past the Great Hall... If we move swiftly we'll avoid the foodfight. Um. I hope." She nodded at the picnic basket. "We can leave that to a House-elf when we get inside, so that you won't have to carry it around with you all the time." Lola doubted the librarian, whoever that was, would approve of food amongst all the books.
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