Lissy Longbottom | 05-17-2009 05:00 AM | Quote:
Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat
(Post 8185630)
Reese shook her head when Jack asked if she was excited for the OWLs. Who could be excited about the OWLs? There probably wasn't one student out there that was so excited about taking their OWLs. Reese was scared of them. What if she failed every subject? How would she get into a good department in the Ministry? The Department Heads look at your grades for the OWLs and NEWTs. But, luckily, she didn't have to worry about the NEWTs for another 2 years. "I've never been excited about taking the OWLs. I'm like terrified that I'll fail them," she told Jack, "I'll tell you the truth, and that is that I'm not the smartest person in the world. I'm the person that struggles on their homework and barely passes the classes each term." Well, at least she can say she tries her best, right? She took her eyes of Jack and looked down at her feet for a few moments, then asked, "are you ready for your OWLs?" She looked back up at him, waiting for him to answer.
Reese grinned. "Jack, I don't know what NASA is. If that's believable or not," she confessed. Maybe NASA wasn't a big thing, so it was okay for her not to know what it is. "But, like you said, I would think traveling to space would be pretty cool," she said. "Awww. Well, maybe one day you can get a job where you can travel to space."
Reese nodded her head and gave Jack a little smile when he questioned her about his laugh. "I do think you're laugh is lovely. The snorting and everything- and, yeah, I'll just be quiet now," she told him, the closed her mouth.
"Then, tryout for Chaser. I would come to the game and cheer you on," Reese said. She looked at Jack when he said she should try-out for the team. Haha- no. She loved Quidditch, but truthfully, she sucked at playing. She could do little games of it in the backyard or something, but when it came to playing it on a house team, she would be a sorry excuse for a player. "It would be fun playing against someone you knew- but, I'm sorry. I'm not the type of person who plays Quidditch on the house team. I wasn't good at tryouts, when I did try out. I guess, it's just no my thing," she told him, "My hobby is more of playing music. I think I'd choose music over playing Quidditch, if I had the choice. I mean- I'm not, like, dissing Quidditch or anything, because I love the sport, but I just don't think I'd make a good player."
Finally shutting up at the whole Quidditch thing, Reese turned back over to Wesley, who was literally scared out of her mind. Why else would someone stutter? Unless, they were cold or something. To be truthful, it was kind of chilly in the compartment, maybe she should have been smart like Jack and brought a blanket with her. "So, Wesley-" She was about to ask the girl if she was cold or something, but Jack spoke up and asked if she was excited for school. Letting them chat, she leaned back in her seat. | Quote:
Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs
(Post 8185797)
Wesley wanted to tell Reese that she thought Reese was smart. Even though she actually didn't know. It was just a feeling. Wesley didn't like seeing Reese, so pretty and confident, constantly down-grade herself. It felt like she was bashing Wesley, when she was bashing herself. "What kind of music?" she asked the older girl, trying to turn the conversation in a more positive light. Music was one of the few things Wesley wasn't scared of. Unless it was loud. Then she didn't like it. Or rap. Wesley didn't like rap either.
Wesley nodded as Jack talked. He seemed to be enthusiastic about everything. Wesley wondered if he was ever sad.
His question stumped her. No one had asked her that. Father had told her she had better be in Ravenclaw, because if she wasn't then she was stupid. And Mother had said anything was fine, but Wesley knew she was leaning towards Gryffindor. "I don't know," she answered, uncertain, "I think you're right, they all sound lovely, but..." Wesley paused for a minute, thinking, "I'm happy just to be coming to Hogwarts." She smiled happily, placing her hands in her lap. And then, because she hadn't said so earlier, added, "I think you'll be a great Chaser."
Secretly, deep deep down, Wesley hoped she might be in Slytherin or Gryffindor, because even though she wasn't very brave or cunning, she thought that since Reese and Jack were in those houses, they must be very nice houses to be in. | Jack shrugged. Excited about OWLs? Not necessarily. "Well, I'm excited about PASSING them, if I can, cause that's a pretty cool achievement, ya know? I'm confident I'll do good on Astronomy and Herbology, but other than that...kind of nervous. I'll have to do a LOT of studying," he said with a sigh. He already studied more than he needed to, according to his siblings, but he was just paranoid about doing badly on tests. "If you ever need a tutor, you can call on me," he added with a grin. He didn't want ANYONE to fail their OWLs, that just wouldn't be cool.
"You don't know what NASA is?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise. Well, he really shouldn't have been THAT surprised--not a lot of magical folk knew what that was. He was pretty sure it was a strictly muggle thing he had learned from his great grandpa, who had found out about the program while vacationing in Florida. And thus started an obsession in his great-grandson. "Well, it's this muggle program in America where they send people into outer space--they do a lot more than that, but that's just the general gist," he explained. No need to tell her that he had at least 25 books on the subject, half of which were in his trunk right now. He didn't want to scare her away with his slight craze about space.
Jack looked over at Wesley as she asked what type of music Reese liked, and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, what kind of music?" he asked. He hoped she said rock or something along those lines. Pop, he could probably handle--not so much on the rap. OOOOH, he did like dance music though. That was always fun.
"Oh, thanks," Jack said, smiling politely at Wesley's comment about his chasing skills. "Don't worry about the sorting--everyone is always nervous but no matter what house you're in, you'll make a ton of friends," he told her. Not that he could speak from personal experience or anything. He was doing a very good job of keeping his bottomfeeder status in the social ladder a secret, and he intended to keep it as long as possible, thank you very much. |