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Originally Posted by nicole black Julie had tried on and picked apart many outfits for tonight's 'date' and even as the Slytherin walked up to the stretch of wall she knew to house the Room of Requirement, she felt unsure of her white off the shoulder crop top, pink denim mini skirt and raf simmon trainers.
It was a very Julie look, complete with her favorite necklace of delicate stars and moons and the many threaded bracelets she wore day-to-day, a very Julie look that somehow still made her feel like she'd tried too hard for a date with a friend. The 14-year-old leaned with her back to the wall and her arms crossed together, she was a girl in wait of a hot date and, yeah, she was a little anxious.
Not that Julie had any reason to be- it was only Jessa, her friend and classmate of many a moon, so why was she bugging? Biting her lip, Julie let the question roll around in her head without answer. It wasn't an experiment.
Jessa must have repeated this to herself half a million times while she brushed the final knots from her hair. A week of near complete neglect and it started to act up. Someone needed to find a way to fit more hours into a day, she could scarcely keep up with all the demands as it was, meaning something would always have to get neglected--like right now, all experiments were on hold, she was getting herself pretty decent for this non-experimental date and would likely find a botched potion in the morning.
But this was not an experiment. Strange, that's what the idea was. Jessa didn't dabble in this sort of thing unless there was some knowledge to be gained from it for her human interaction and relationship study. Granted, she'd likely still learn a lot, but she wouldn't be able to jot it all down as official findings later which was the real painful part. How did one remain passive to the knowledge around you? She would find out tonight.
Basket of sweet treats swinging lightly by her side, Jessa finally made her way over to her friend leaning by the wall. "Hi." And a quick kiss on the cheek, because that was probably supposed to happen and she didn't have her notes on her anymore....'cause not an experiment. Perhaps she should have crammed everything last minute. Surely she'd have remembered even some bits. "Have you decided the kinda room we should get?"
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