The "Who Am I?" Game on Cascade Hall

Connie Jones

June 13, 2010 11:31 AM

The "Who Am I?" Game by Connie Jones

Coming back to school after the holidays was always strange. Home life carried on the same without her, and when she went back she just slotted straight back in to her position of baby of the family. It was what she was used to, and pretty much how she thought of herself. But, at school, it didn't really mean anything. Especially since Pepper had gone. She wasn't anyone's little sister any more, not when she was here, and she wasn't even the youngest in the school. And, try as she might, she couldn't really think where that left her. The youngest was just who she'd always been. The youngest Jones. And now she was the only Jones in the school. Ok, that probably wasn't true, because it was a common enough surname, but the only one of her Joneses, which was odd enough. There were enough of them that it was impossible to ever be the only one. The rare times she went anywhere without at least one family member in tow (particularly cos she was the youngest, and thus couldn't go out by herself) she'd always run into someone who knew her as Jeffrey's sister or Sarah's little girl.

In search of something to do, she opened a copy of 'Teen Witch' that she'd found discarded on the plinth of a statue as she was coming in. 'How to Charm Your Way to Smudge Free Eyeliner' didn't really interest her. Nor did 'Transfigure Your Last Season Shoes'. She was beginning to think that perhaps she must be a tomboy (Theo had always had that bagsied, so she'd never really given it much thought) when an article caught her eye 'Body Language – Getting the Truth the Muggle Way.'

'Veritaserum isn't readily available to those of us without a hefty stack of Galleons. And, if used in the wrong circumstances, it can carry the even heftier price tag of a jail term. So, how can you tell what your friends (and enemies) are really thinking, without spiking their pumpkin juice? Melodie Moonrae investigates the Muggle science of psychology and body language.'

Connie slouched back, sipping her juice and reading. It made for pretty interesting stuff, although she'd have to memorise it for it to be any use. She couldn't really ask people to hold their pose and hang on a sec whilst she consulted the magazine. Her desire to know did remind her of the one term that her family always used for her apart from 'baby' though, which was 'nosy' (or, if it was her parents 'inquisitive'). Propping the magazine on her knees, she looked up for subjects to analyse...

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Jethro Smythe

June 13, 2010 12:20 PM

Sounds fun. What are the rules? by Jethro Smythe

Having been told by three people in quick succession that he needed to leave the Crotalus commons immediately, Jethro had exited the room without hesitation, not concerning himself with thoughts on the reason for his necessary departure, nor the peculiarity of all three of his informants being his female relations. He merely noted that the floors were shinier today than they had been last time he'd considered them, and this was probably the reason for the funny squeaking noise his shoes were making as he walked. He started to walk with an odd dancing gait to turn the high-pitched notes into a melody but stopped when he arrived at a staircase because his mother had always told him it was dangerous to mess around on stairs. Jethro took great care in descending, paying attention that he didn't trip on his trailing shoelace that looked like the tail of some small animal, probably a rodent, as it followed his shoe. his shoes were freshly polished from his visit home over the holiday, and in Jethro's mind it could be a large, glossy black rat, hiding under the hem of his made-to-measure black slacks.

The third year continued to watch his rodent's tail as he walked without direction along the corridor, occasionally elicting angry comments from other students who'd had to avoid the boy who wasn't looking where he was going. He heard their shouts but had no conception the comments were being directed at him - nobody ever talked to him unless they were in a class or somebody wanted him to do something for them, like leave the commnroom or pass a plate of sandwiches.

Jethro finally looked up as the noise from the watefalls in the hall reached his ears. He hadn't intended on ending up here, but then he hadn't really intended on ending up anywhere specfic. Still, now he was here Jethro thought he might as well sit down. As he looked for an empty seat, he saw one of his yearmates also looking round the hall. She had a seat already, which probably meant she was looking for a person. "Who are you trying to find?" Jethro asked as he sat down opposite her.

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Connie Jones

June 13, 2010 12:50 PM

Don't be too serious by Connie Jones

Project Body Language wasn't as interesting as Connie had imagined. Most people were just chatting away with their friends or doing some studying. They looked pretty genuinely happy, bored or whatever to be doing so. She fidgeted with the magazine on her lap, wondering what to do next. She'd never had a particularly long attention span. If things weren't fascinating straight away, she rarely gave them time to develop. Luckily for her, a distraction plopped itself down across the table from her and started to talk.

“No one,” she replied, “Just people watching. But most of them are boring,” she added, smiling so he'd get that she was free to talk. She had to admit that she was a little surprised at him striking up a conversation with her. He was immaculately dressed and, whilst her parents didn't have her running around looking like a ragamuffin, she definitely felt that this boy was on the formal side, for school. She had always assumed, perhaps incorrectly, that he was a bit posh because of this and the sort of person who might look down on her because of her Muggle parentage and high-street clothes (at best, very often she had high-street hand-me-downs).

She felt a bit funny at the idea of introducing herself, because she knew full well that his name was Jethro and he presumably knew that hers was Constance. Hopefully he'd picked up that she didn't like that, seeing as she even got the professors, if they weren't too stuffy and formal, to shorten it. She guessed he liked being called 'Jethro' though because you couldn't really do a lot with it.

“What about you? Are you meant to be meeting someone?” she asked.

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Jethro

June 20, 2010 5:46 AM

I think I've got that one sorted by Jethro

Connie was one of the many girls in his year that Jethro didn't know very well. That wasn't to say that his year contained a particularly high quantity of girls, but just that Jethro was unfamiliar with the majority of those that existed. He only really knew Marissa, and that was because she was in the same House so he could talk to her in the commons if they were around together. From what Jethro knew about her (which wasn't much), Connie was a nice person, and that much was derived almost wholly from her being in Pecari, a house that seemed to have lots of nice people, like Dana and Jose. Right now Connie said that she wasn't looking for anyone, even though that's what she looked like she was doing, but she was people-watching. That wasn't something Jethro had heard of before. Was it like pot-watching? Was she waiting for the people to do something? Or was she just watching them like you would watch a theatre show but without a script or director? If she was watching an unwritten play that sounded like it might be fun, and Jethro would perhaps be happy to join her, but Connie said most of them were boring. It was always disappointing when the theatre didn't live up to your expectations.

“What about you? Are you meant to be meeting someone?” Connie asked.

"No, I'm not supposed to be meeting anybody," Jethro replied. "I was told that I needed to leave the commonroom and I followed my feet here," he explained how he came to be in the Hall at that moment. "I thought that since I was here I should sit down." Now he'd sat down, Jethro wasn't sure on his next course of action. It wasn't eating time yet so there wasn't food around to be eaten. As a growing boy, hungry was his natural state, though one wouldn't believe his rate of consumption given his naturally skinny stature. However his wide brown eyes and perpetually ruffled brown hair gave a suitably accurate impression of 'quietly bewildered' - his secondary natural state.

"What are you going to do now you've stopped people-watching?" Jethro asked, hoping that Connie would submit an answer that could provide entertainment for himself, too. Maybe she wanted to play I-spy.

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Connie

June 22, 2010 3:01 PM

Good... Now we need to make up how you actually play... by Connie

"Who told you that?" Connie asked, raising her eyebrows ('surprised' was a look she was good at, being constantly curious and constantly left out for being "too young" - and constantly caught sticking her nose where it shouldn't be). It sounded like Jethro has been chucked out of his commons, or like there was some kind of danger to him in there, which was rather upsetting or rather exciting, depending on which it turned out to be. She hoped he wasn't being bullied - she'd heard mixed things about the Crotali, but she'd thought they were alright.

She was a little taken aback when he asked what she planned to do now she'd stopped people watching. She'd already started talking to him and had been quite happy doing so without really thinking about it. It seemed a bit of an odd thing to ask, but replying 'talking to you' would seem an even odder answer.

"We could go outside," she suggested. The gardens usually offered up a pretty good time. "One of my sisters gave me beanbags for Christmas. I think she thought I could do some kind of sporty practice thing with them but we could make up a game to play."

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