Merlin, Jennifer needed to work on getting herself a life. She acknowledged that to herself fully and completely. This wasn’t like previous years, when the problem had been her friends informing her that she had severe social problems. Now she was in every way aware of them. Admitting there was a problem was the first step to a solution, right? So, having performed that premier action, soon she should be completely cured. She would no longer consider the library as perfectly legitimate hangout.
…And she’d thought she’d gotten over her delusion, too. Merlin curse it.
Aright, so maybe there was no chance of her ever leaving the library behind for good. That wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t help it that her teachers kept assigning copious amounts of work, and seemed to forget that all students actually did take multiple classes. That was the difficult part about being able to pick and choose which subjects one kept. It really did look like one was giving professors the right to imagine their individual classes to be one’s chief priority.
So here she was, a week and a half before midterm, surrounded by books, with nary a single source of salvation in sight. Despite her bests attempts, she’d gotten behind on translating her Ancient Runes tall tales, probably the result of extra quidditch practices, even if they didn’t end up helping as much as she’d have liked in the end. She’d managed to get almost everything else done, but she still had two more stories to get through before the end of term (yes, she was past the halfway mark already, but there was no reason to believe second term wouldn’t be just as bad as first, and so it was much better just to get things out of the way).
And, on top of it all, she was trying to teach herself at least a modicum of Spanish. That actually hadn’t proved too difficult, as she’d found a very helpful book in the stacks at the beginning of the year (honestly, it was amazing, the sorts of things one found in the Sonora library), although she’d hardly gotten beyond the very basics at the moment, and she kept worrying she was mixing it with one of the other romantic languages she knew a smattering of. The learning of the language itself wasn’t the problem, though, so much as the implications about her and Jake’s relationship, since that was the primary reason she was attempting to learn.
Despite some of Lizzie’s jokes about how Jennifer and her boyfriend were going to end up as the stereotypical high-school sweethearts that never break up, and Jake’s insinuations about getting together with their families over the summer, since his family apparently wanted to see her again, Jennifer always remained a bit worried that she was putting too much faith in her relationship, and that she was far more serious about it than Jake was.
She knew it was completely ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it, particularly as she watched more and more of the long-running couples break up for one reason or another. And every time that anything that could lead to an argument came up between the two of them, Jennifer feared that they were just going to have another fight again, and everything would end up for naught. Or Jake would decide he was sick of dating someone that was constantly working, and dump her for someone more readily available. One never knew, after all.
With a sigh, Jennifer rubbed her eyes and lay her quill down. Obviously, she wasn’t going to get anything accomplished in her current mood, and there was no point in continuing now, since she’d just end up making herself more anxious. This had to be a reaction to her environment, even if the library had never caused these kinds of problems before. So, after stretching, she began to put her books in her bag when she was interrupted by someone approaching her table.
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