Impending Doom and New Friends PV Linda Ramirez Complete

Linda was coming a little bit late today for food. This time she spent some time outside, so now she was going to find somewhere to sit.

She came in and came to the long Gryffindor table. It was as usual crowded, and as she came late, her usual place was taken. She looked around and found a place.

There was plenty of food so she took some and let herself get lost in her thoughts. It was quite busy day and finally it was starting to be more nice. She got Outstanding today and also took some notes with everything she needed.

Suddenly some movement close to her attracted her eyes, making her come back to reality. There was a girl, flicking grapes one by one up to the air and catching them before eating. Interesting, Linda never saw someone doing like this.

"How are you doing it?" Perhaps it was a stupid question to ask, but at that moment she couldn't find any other words to ask.

She was wondering why this girl decided to do like this, not that it had to do anything with her, but there was something in her that was attracting Linda's mind. She decided to not think about it much, perhaps they could talk more and maybe even become friends.

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ft. @Linda Ramirez

This story is looking a lot like a tragedy now, Jaime thought depressingly as she tossed another grape up into the air. Again, she caught it easily in the tips of her fingers before popping it into her mouth. By now, she had cleared half the grapes in her pile, picking them off one by one. She was on her 17th when Jaime heard a voice from across the table.

"How are you doing it?" the other Gryffindor asked, curiosity clear in her voice. In response, Jaime blinked, and realised that the girl was talking about Jaime's trick. Jaime stared down at that 17th berry that was still poised in her hand, ready for lift off, and tilted her head, as if she didn't quite know either. She just did it, she didn't usually wonder how.

"I suppose," she murmured, thinking, "Well, I suppose that I never really thought about it." After a moment of pondering, Jaime rolled grape 17 across the table, over to the girl. Maybe talking to someone else would take her mind off of the grisly fate that awaited her. Who knows, she might even make a friend.

"Put your arm out, like this," she said, demonstrating, "with your elbow close to your side." She picked up grape #18, and continued, "Put it in between the crook of your point finger, and the middle one," Jaime adjusted her grape to match, "And gently flick your wrist."

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ft. @Linda Ramirez

Jaime had never really been taught anything, besides the things her parents encouraged. From her skill on a skateboard to the drums, she'd learned her best abilities by herself. But that wasn't a bad thing to Jaime, quite the opposite, actually. Without instruction, she was free from judgment and 'right' way of doing things. She could experiment and do things her way without anybody holding her back, or questioning her. Jaime was what some would describe as 'free-spirited', and others as 'foolish'. She preferred to former; her grandma'am preferred the latter. But who cared what that old bat thought anyway?

“I don’t remember how I learned,” she replied instead, not wanting to sound self-centred. Jaime ate her last grape, which popped satisfyingly in her mouth. As she did, the other girl introduced herself as Linda, Linda Ramirez. Jaime liked that name, recalling that it meant ‘pretty’. She wondered if Linda knew this.

“My name is Jaime,” Jaime hummed, licking her lips. Her own name meant “supplanter” which in turn meant ‘to take the place of a superior’. She’d always thought it was ironic, especially since Grandma’am had obviously suggested it. Well, the joke was on her, for Jaime would never follow in her parents’ footsteps. “Jaime Doon. You are a first year, no?”

Linda certainly looked like one, but Jaime could never be quite sure. In general, she never really paid attention to the ages of others. It wasn’t important to her, and neither were most surface level things like looks or gender. It all seemed superficial, but it was entirely unrelated to why she asked. If they were both first years, then they might have classes together. Jaime thought that she would like that. At the moment, she knew no one, and while she didn’t mind, her zoning out left her with an empty sheet and nothing in her brain.

Lyrics: 306 words in #CD7F32

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ft. @Linda Ramirez

"Um, sure," Jaime replied hesitantly. What was she supposed to tell her? "I'm a muggleborn, from Ireland," Was that enough? She hoped so. She didn't want to say anything more. Sure, she liked Linda well enough, but Jaime wasn't a big peoples person. Feeling like that wasn't enough, she added, "I play the drums, and do a lot of skateboarding, as well as hockey," she paused. That wasn't entirely true, at least not these days. After a second, she clarified, "Well, I don't do much hockey anymore, but I used too. Now I mostly do fencing."

Fencing was a compromise for Grandma'am, who considered Hockey too boy-ish for any proper girl to pursue past the age of 10. Jaime's mom had originally gotten her set up with it, but once Grandma'am had opposed, Jaime's father shut it down. Instead, he signed her up for fencing. It was an in between sport. Proper enough for Grandma'am, but also physical enough for Jaime. She hated non-contact sports. They didn't have the excitement, the rush, the danger that Jaime loved.

So, fencing wasn't all that bad. It was actually something she ended up liking a lot, but she often missed her days of playing hockey. Maybe it had only been children's hockey, but it was hockey nevertheless.

Passively, Jaime asked, "Do you have any hobbies?" Maybe she and Linda had something in common.

Lyrics: 231 words in #CD7F32

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ft. @Linda Ramirez

"Wow, that's cool. I am coming from a pureblood family, England, but please don't worry, I don't care about blood status," Linda responded, smiling shyly and leaving Jaime slightly confused. Did people really care about that kind of thing here? Linda said she didn't, but since she mentioned it, that must mean at least some people cared... Shrugging, Jaime reasoned that even if other people did, she certainly didn't. "Your hobbies sound great, but could you tell me more about skateboarding and fencing? I don't think I know about it much."

"Skateboarding is great... I brought my board to Hogwarts, but I doubt I'll get to use it much," pondered Jaime, as she looked around the room. "Fencing's also cool. I'd love to see if anyone here could spar..." Jaime doubted many could, what with the fact that you weren't exactly supposed to bring swords to a high school, but that was besides the point.

"Oh yeah. I play guitar and piano, crochet, run. I also like reading and I wanted to learn to cook using some spells. Also I love animals and currently was searching to try something new," finished Linda as Jaime nodded absently. She thought that maybe Linda had a bit too many hobbies, but she admired the girl for trying so many things.

"You know, since you play drums, maybe we could play together? If you want for sure, just an idea I got."

Jaime thought about the offer. Usually, she liked to play alone, and feel as if she was in her own world. That's what music was to her: an escape. Not necessarily from anything in particular, just from life in general. However, Linda seemed nice, and it would be rude to say no now. Besides, some rec time wasn't a terrible idea...

"Mmm, okay," Jaime answered with a smile creeping on to her face, "When are you free? We could use the rehearsal room."

Lyrics: 322 words in #CD7F32