-*-Six Degrees of Separation-*-
-Coffee-
"You made it."
"You knew I would. And I'll have you know Professor Van Mil was not happy about me not going to class." Hermione pulled out a chair and eagerly looked at the menu. "Haven't eaten since early last night, I'm starved."
Jaimie studied Hermione for a moment. "When's the last time you've gotten out. I mean really gotten out, none of this dinner with the professors crap." Hermione cleared her throat.
"Well, you know my studies have been keeping me very busy..."
"Yeah, thought so. Look, there's a party tonight, nothing huge, but a friend of mine - Ralph Dervish - is holding it. You should come with me."
"Jaimie," Hermione whined, "You know I'm not that sort of a person. And I hate muggle parties, they're always crashed."
"He's not a muggle. His house is on the floo network and everything. Come with me! If not for your sake, for mine. It'll be fun! We can dress you up and everything." Jaimie pleaded her case, knowing that Hermione would accept.
"Fine. But first you must promise not to try and set me up with anyone."
"But Hermione, you haven't seen anyone since Daniel. And that was ages ago."
"Do we have to talk about this? Can't you just promise? Just for one night?"
"Fine, I promise, but only for tonight."
"Ugh, what have I gotten myself into?" Hermione dropped her head in a pitiful manner.
"A fun night."
"It was a rhetorical question, Jaimie." Jaimie rolled her eyes.
"What are you going to do for the rest of the day? The party doesn't start til nine." Hermione played with her coffee, obviously trying to avoid the question. "And don't say go back to the lab. Please."
"You just assume that that's what I'd do!" Hermione shot an angry look at her friend.
"Fine. What are you going to do?" Hermione went back to playing with her coffee. "Aha! I knew it! Why don't you come with me? We can buy you some clothes, have a late lunch at this great little Italian place I found, and get ready at my place."
"You won't let me leave until I agree with everything you say, will you."
"No wonder you're a genius. Stop playing with your coffee! Speaking of genius workings, how is it?"
"...You mean, my work?" Jaimie gave a nod, "It's pretty amazing. You know that I'm working on the essence of magic? I mean, why can some people work magic, while others - muggles - can't? Is it a gene? Does the same thing apply to animals? What MAKES something, or someone, magical? Of course, I studied a lot of muggle science, which is pretty amazing in itself, because looking at how they perceive the world, magic isn't physically possible. And that is how we define magic, isn't it? Activities that aren't physically possible..."
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