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"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.

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. 

"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?

"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.

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. 

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. 

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.

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. 

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.

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. 

"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.