Sunday, 9-7
I'm bored. I got the Potions ingredients. BEFORE LEILA, I must say. Well, about half an hour before her. Of course, Athena helped. :- ) Jemi
"Hey, Jemi."
Jemi looked up. "Hi, Silverknight, what's up?" Then, studying her cat, she noticed the fatness of her. "Silverknight..."
"Yes?"
"Haven't I told Crabclaw multiple times that if he wants to give a female kittens, that's his business, but he can't do it to you?" Jemi raised an eyebrow at the cat.
"Yes."
"And, so...?"
"It wasn't Crabclaw," declared Silverknight.
"Yeah, whatever." Jemi got up. "Somehow I don't believe you."
But Silverknight had slinked away when Jemi wasn't looking. "Cats," Jemi muttered. "Why in the world do I give them these homes? Ah well, I guess I'm just soft-hearted."
Later that day, soon after lunch
"Hello, I'm sure I've seen you before, but I can't place where."
Jumping, Jemi looked around. A male cat. A male cat had spoken to her. She saw the cat and stared at him for a moment, then remembered what the cat's name was.
"Crookshanks, correct? That's your name?" she asked.
"Yeah," he meowed. "And yours is...?"
"Oh, sorry, it's Jemi. Jemi Tigereye. I'm sure I've met you at some point, Crookshanks."
"How do you know my cat's name? I certainly didn't tell you it." A female's voice came from behind Jemi. A girl with brown, bushy hair was standing there, hands on hips. "Well? And what's your name?"
Jemi stared at the girl. "First, I know Crookshank's name because he told me it. Oh, right, you probably don't know that some people can talk to animals. I can do it. You ain't able to. But no matter. Secondly, you must be deaf. I told your cat my name about half a minute ago."
"I just came over," said the girl. "By the way, I'm Hermione Granger. And you apparently won't tell me your name."
-Well, she can't be that bad- thought Jemi, -if she has a cat...- Jemi decided to give Hermione just her nickname.
"I'm Jemi," she said shortly.
"Jemi what?"
"That's none o' your business. Go away." Jemi turned, beginning to take her own advice.
"Please?"
"Oh, fine, if only to make you shut up. It's Tigereye. Jemiana Tigereye. Now, GO AWAY!!"
"Can I introduce you to my friends?"
"Why?" asked Jemi, really getting annoyed.
"So I can show them that just because they're boys, that doesn't make it impossible for me to have friends that are girls," mumbled Hermione.
Jemi snorted. "So you want to use me? No thank you."
"Not use you! I think I could really get to be your friend!"
"Yeah, sure. Listen, I'm friends with every animal in the school, and one girl, a Ravenclaw girl. That's enough for me." Jemi sighed. She was using longer sentences for this girl than she usually used for Leila.
"Oh, please, Jemiana?" pleaded Hermione.
"It's Jemi. I have an idea. You have five minutes to introduce me, than you don't bother me again. Got it?"
"Yes!" Hermione turned, yelling, "Harry! Ron! Come're!"
Jemi groaned. Just her luck, she got stuck meeting the girl who had Beevis and Butthead as her best friends. No that was an insult to Beevis and Butthead, at least to the one representing Harry Potter.
"Harry, Ron, this is Jemi, my new friend."
"Friend?" muttered Jemi, "uh- huh."
"What?"
"Nothing," Jemi said in answer to Hermione's questioning voice.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, I think. Knowing Hermione..." The red-haired boy—Ron—shook his head, and then eyeballed Jemi's tiger-striped hair. "Did you do that yourself?"
"Yeah."
"It's... interesting."
Jemi hated when kids did that. Why couldn't people just look at her hair from a distance and not say anything?
"Hi. I'm Harry."
"Duh. I mean, even I know that." Jemi glanced at her watch. "Five minutes are up. Good- bye."
And with that, Jemi turned and quickly walked away, leaving three pairs of eyes staring after her, boring into her head.
I'm bored. I got the Potions ingredients. BEFORE LEILA, I must say. Well, about half an hour before her. Of course, Athena helped. :- ) Jemi
"Hey, Jemi."
Jemi looked up. "Hi, Silverknight, what's up?" Then, studying her cat, she noticed the fatness of her. "Silverknight..."
"Yes?"
"Haven't I told Crabclaw multiple times that if he wants to give a female kittens, that's his business, but he can't do it to you?" Jemi raised an eyebrow at the cat.
"Yes."
"And, so...?"
"It wasn't Crabclaw," declared Silverknight.
"Yeah, whatever." Jemi got up. "Somehow I don't believe you."
But Silverknight had slinked away when Jemi wasn't looking. "Cats," Jemi muttered. "Why in the world do I give them these homes? Ah well, I guess I'm just soft-hearted."
Later that day, soon after lunch
"Hello, I'm sure I've seen you before, but I can't place where."
Jumping, Jemi looked around. A male cat. A male cat had spoken to her. She saw the cat and stared at him for a moment, then remembered what the cat's name was.
"Crookshanks, correct? That's your name?" she asked.
"Yeah," he meowed. "And yours is...?"
"Oh, sorry, it's Jemi. Jemi Tigereye. I'm sure I've met you at some point, Crookshanks."
"How do you know my cat's name? I certainly didn't tell you it." A female's voice came from behind Jemi. A girl with brown, bushy hair was standing there, hands on hips. "Well? And what's your name?"
Jemi stared at the girl. "First, I know Crookshank's name because he told me it. Oh, right, you probably don't know that some people can talk to animals. I can do it. You ain't able to. But no matter. Secondly, you must be deaf. I told your cat my name about half a minute ago."
"I just came over," said the girl. "By the way, I'm Hermione Granger. And you apparently won't tell me your name."
-Well, she can't be that bad- thought Jemi, -if she has a cat...- Jemi decided to give Hermione just her nickname.
"I'm Jemi," she said shortly.
"Jemi what?"
"That's none o' your business. Go away." Jemi turned, beginning to take her own advice.
"Please?"
"Oh, fine, if only to make you shut up. It's Tigereye. Jemiana Tigereye. Now, GO AWAY!!"
"Can I introduce you to my friends?"
"Why?" asked Jemi, really getting annoyed.
"So I can show them that just because they're boys, that doesn't make it impossible for me to have friends that are girls," mumbled Hermione.
Jemi snorted. "So you want to use me? No thank you."
"Not use you! I think I could really get to be your friend!"
"Yeah, sure. Listen, I'm friends with every animal in the school, and one girl, a Ravenclaw girl. That's enough for me." Jemi sighed. She was using longer sentences for this girl than she usually used for Leila.
"Oh, please, Jemiana?" pleaded Hermione.
"It's Jemi. I have an idea. You have five minutes to introduce me, than you don't bother me again. Got it?"
"Yes!" Hermione turned, yelling, "Harry! Ron! Come're!"
Jemi groaned. Just her luck, she got stuck meeting the girl who had Beevis and Butthead as her best friends. No that was an insult to Beevis and Butthead, at least to the one representing Harry Potter.
"Harry, Ron, this is Jemi, my new friend."
"Friend?" muttered Jemi, "uh- huh."
"What?"
"Nothing," Jemi said in answer to Hermione's questioning voice.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, I think. Knowing Hermione..." The red-haired boy—Ron—shook his head, and then eyeballed Jemi's tiger-striped hair. "Did you do that yourself?"
"Yeah."
"It's... interesting."
Jemi hated when kids did that. Why couldn't people just look at her hair from a distance and not say anything?
"Hi. I'm Harry."
"Duh. I mean, even I know that." Jemi glanced at her watch. "Five minutes are up. Good- bye."
And with that, Jemi turned and quickly walked away, leaving three pairs of eyes staring after her, boring into her head.