All through the first half of the year, Nina had tried to do her best in her studies. She hadn't enjoyed it one bit but as she wasn't playing Quidditch or anything, she had needed something to do. Plus, Nina had hoped that if her grades were good enough, her mom might change her mind and allow Nina to try out for the team next term.
Unfortunately, that had not worked. Her mom had informed her that grades had nothing to do with it. It was a safety thing. Nina could get all Os (which so wasn't happening) and she still wouldn't be allowed to play because she could end up with a serious back injury like Kaylie's.
So, Nina wasn't going to try to do any more than just pass. It wasn't worth the effort if she wasn't going to get anything out of it.
It just wasn't fair though. All her roommates were on the team and Nina felt left out. She worried that they looked down on her because she wasn't on the team and Nina hated the feeling of others thinking they were better than her. She knew they weren't. Nina loved the game but she didn't believe it made someone a better person if they played Quidditch. Perhaps better at the sport but not in general.
That didn't mean others didn't feel that way. Adam had (very bitterly) always said that a lot of people were like that. Or they were the opposite, like Chelsea...and people like Chelsea were people Nina didn't want anything to do with.
Plus, it was just something the other girls shared and Nina didn't. She hated not being a part of things. She wanted to be where the action was. She wanted to be involved .
Another issue was that Nina had a lot of energy and no outlet for it. This left her feeling bored and restless. Right now, she was feeling the need to do something, anything . Preferably something that involved movement and/or other people.
She noticed someone sitting on the couch and plopped down next to them. "Hey!" Nina greeted her fellow Pecari. "What's up?"
As he usually did, Jude had left Jose’s worn-and-creatively-patched-together shoes up in the room the two shared and then come down to the Commons to do some sketching. His Dad had given him a sketchbook for Christmas, after they had worked on their Christmas Art together. It was a tradition that Jude loved; sitting in Dad’s workroom with the glass-and-steel walls (their house was environmentally friendly, so they had things like waterwalls for solar heat) and making a piece of art to seal the memories of their time together as a family. The Christmas Art, when it was done, went in their quasi-gallery with all the other Christmas Art of years past and Jude’s baby pictures. Jude was managing a passable sketch of a pair of older students sitting across the Commons from him when a girl in his year that he hadn’t really spoken to before, Nina, sat down next to him on the couch.
“Hey,” Jude said with a grin. “Just sketching, really, how about you?” He watched the older students out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, d’you want to go to the Ball with me?” the first year asked after a moment. He figured that he ought to have someone to go with, but he didn’t really like anyone like that. The Californian didn’t think girls were gross, per se—most of his friends were girls, probably because all of his housemates in his year were female—he was just somewhat disinterested in doing things like kissing them. “I mean, unless you’re going with someone else, obviously,” the blue-eyed boy added. He didn’t want to steal anybody’s girlfriend or crush, and he could always find someone else to go with. He was sure that Delilah or Mel or Starbuck would be willing to go with him. Plus, Jude wasn’t picky, he was just friendly. The Ball to him was just another way to make a friend.
The first year closed his sketchbook, tucking his pencil in the spiral on top of it. Jude wasn’t brilliant at sketching, but it was something to do to pass the time. He’d thought about trying out for the Quidditch team but in the end hadn’t done it. Mel and that lot were rabidly interested in Quidditch, but Jude just couldn’t see the fun in doing something that involved flying (which unnerved him) and having balls shot at your head (which also unnerved him) all while waiting for someone else to catch a little ball with wings the size of a walnut (which confused him). He was more interested in things like soccer or lacrosse, or even swimming.
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"Eh,not much" Nina grinned. "I am so bored . There's never anything much to do around here." She looked over at Jude's sketch. She'd never been that artistic. Adam and Chelsea were. Her brother was especially good at woodwork, carving stuff from it and whatnot and-much as Nina hated to admit anything positive about Chelsea-her sister had a skill for designing things that looked good together.
"It's not bad." Nina told him. Not that she knew much about art. "It's better than I could do." She added. Nina wasn't being down on herself, it was just that she'd never had any inclination towards art and thus, never really practiced it. It involved a bit too much sitting still for her.
Then again, Nina really did need a hobby of some sort as she couldn't play Quidditch.
What Jude said next surprised her. "All right," Nina replied. She hadn't given much thought to the ball before. It seemed a bit stuffy, with waltzing lessons and stuff. Nina had never been the dressing up sort and it had seemed like more Chelsea's type of thing than hers. Nor was Nina really into boys as more than friends yet.
Still, it was something to do and probably the thing to do and dancing at least used up some energy. It was a chance to be involved and make friends. Plus, there was the joy Nina would take in the fact that she would have a date and Chelsea probably wouldn't.