I'm not crazy, I just hear a voice in my head! (Closed RP for Molly Michon and Jaime)

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It was a rather cool and dreary morning when Jaime walked back onto the grounds of Hogwarts, seemingly just walking out of the woods on foot. He was visibly tired, damp from the light drizzle that was falling, and fairly cranky. The rain was petering out, and the sun was starting to peek out from between the clouds, but that wasn't helping his poor

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Molly still hadn't gotten over thinking how nice it was, to be able to do her workout without an unwanted auditory companion. Silence was not something she was accustomed to--hadn't been for seventeen years--and it was something she treasured. Very, very rarely the Narrator would pop up, but the potion Dr. Maturin had given her worked almost astonishingly well. Her personality had not changed--she was still...eccentric--but the actual madness was no longer there

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Between a complete lack of sleep, exhaustion from outrunning airport security and then a giant fake spider, the rain and the migraine he was rapidly getting, it took Jaime a second to realize there was somebody there talking to him. He looked up, wiping damp hair out of his eyes, and blinked stupidly at the tall woman standing there. With a sword. Oookay.

It took him another second to actually process what she was asking him. "Um, what -" no, wait, dammit, he couldn't play dumb, she said equal-opportunity voices. The scarab was telling him she wasn't a meta, although the sword made it nervous, but that was about it. So she couldn't have "seen" it. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before settling on a reply. "How long have you been standing there? And why didn't you tell me, you idiot?"

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"Not long," Molly said kindly--she knew all about getting surprised during conversations that sounded one-sided. She didn't take any offense at the quiet aside; she thought it might be aimed at his voice, though even if it was meant for her, it wouldn't bother her any. "Your voice--is it real, or is it, you know, just in your head?"

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"Real?" Jaime echoed, surprised. "What?"

That was... of all the possible questions he'd been expecting, that wasn't on the list. Jaime straightened up, even though it didn't really make him much less shorter than her - stupid genetics - suddenly more alert and just a bit wary. She didn't seem hostile, but... who asked something like that if they weren't fishing for something? Hell, who asked something like that right off the bat? Man, he was so confused.

Okay, so: pretend he was crazy, which would undoubtedly get him sent to a doctor, or admit it was real and then have to explain it. Neither was a particularly pleasant option. "Not really in my head," he muttered, wincing as he realized he'd said that out loud. Dammit, he really did need sleep. "Um. Define 'real?' There can't be a lot of people who hear real voices. Not that I'm saying I do, but, uh." He shoved his hands in his pockets, tempted to just go bang his head against the tree trunk.