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patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - July 1, 2021
She didn’t know how she’d done it, but somehow she had. She had managed to lose Zipporah and Delilah, the latter of whom was chaperoning them, amongst the exhibits, and then managed to wander out of the exhibition rooms entirely.
So Jemima had trotted down the museum halls, cursing her own inattentiveness and general lack of direction until she found herself back by the lobby and the entrance of the exhibit. Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrounged out her previous ticket, sure she would be back in before anyone had noticed her wandering off alone - except they would not let her in.
Single entry only, they said. Jemima had managed to mumble something about not meaning to leave, because she hadn’t, but they were having none of it and the more embarrassed she got the harder it was to protest properly and she didn’t have any money with her to buy a new one, because Delilah had bought the others and Jemima’s purse only had a magically-shrunken sketchbook and some pastels that had fallen everywhere in it. So her hands had come out caked with colour and there wasn’t even a stray coin so, biting her lip, she skirted away from the employees’ line of sight and sat on a museum bench in a hallway of statues, supposing she would just have to wait here, miserably, for her sisters to reappear.
She felt extremely awkward, sitting there with her hands folded in her lap like a little lost child, but she did not feel relaxed enough to go wander the rest of the museum alone, and certainly not to go engage with any of the people just arriving to the art exhibition. As a matter of fact, most often when someone from society strolled past the hallway towards the doors, she leant her head back against the wall and looked away, hoping the statues would hide her from notice.
At some point of this, her eye caught on an arrival to the exhibition who actually looked familiar. Jemima tilted her head forwards a fraction, chewing thoughtfully on her lip. Maybe she should - no. She wouldn’t go over. He was nice enough, he probably would help her, but it would be needlessly embarrassing to ask him. She could just suck it up and wait. The interactive exhibition hadn’t been that interesting, anyway.
But she knew Jack Humphrey-Mavis, a little - they were very almost nearly friends, she thought - so, in spite of herself, Jemima straightened up on the bench and dared to lift her hand to catch his attention, in an awkward little wave hello. (He might think it was odd of her, but if he didn’t already know she was odd by now that was hardly her fault.)
So Jemima had trotted down the museum halls, cursing her own inattentiveness and general lack of direction until she found herself back by the lobby and the entrance of the exhibit. Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrounged out her previous ticket, sure she would be back in before anyone had noticed her wandering off alone - except they would not let her in.
Single entry only, they said. Jemima had managed to mumble something about not meaning to leave, because she hadn’t, but they were having none of it and the more embarrassed she got the harder it was to protest properly and she didn’t have any money with her to buy a new one, because Delilah had bought the others and Jemima’s purse only had a magically-shrunken sketchbook and some pastels that had fallen everywhere in it. So her hands had come out caked with colour and there wasn’t even a stray coin so, biting her lip, she skirted away from the employees’ line of sight and sat on a museum bench in a hallway of statues, supposing she would just have to wait here, miserably, for her sisters to reappear.
She felt extremely awkward, sitting there with her hands folded in her lap like a little lost child, but she did not feel relaxed enough to go wander the rest of the museum alone, and certainly not to go engage with any of the people just arriving to the art exhibition. As a matter of fact, most often when someone from society strolled past the hallway towards the doors, she leant her head back against the wall and looked away, hoping the statues would hide her from notice.
At some point of this, her eye caught on an arrival to the exhibition who actually looked familiar. Jemima tilted her head forwards a fraction, chewing thoughtfully on her lip. Maybe she should - no. She wouldn’t go over. He was nice enough, he probably would help her, but it would be needlessly embarrassing to ask him. She could just suck it up and wait. The interactive exhibition hadn’t been that interesting, anyway.
But she knew Jack Humphrey-Mavis, a little - they were very almost nearly friends, she thought - so, in spite of herself, Jemima straightened up on the bench and dared to lift her hand to catch his attention, in an awkward little wave hello. (He might think it was odd of her, but if he didn’t already know she was odd by now that was hardly her fault.)
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jack Humphrey-Mavis - July 31, 2021
Jack and his friends had decided some time ago on attending the exhibit. They had been provided with tickets so they saw no reason not to. Besides, Jack was sometimes expected to show up to these sorts of things by his family. They were letting him do professional quidditch so the least he could was at least appear to be a man of culture. Or so was Jacks assumption of their logic.
He almost didn't notice the lone figure on the museum bench but her hand caught his attention. He smiled as he recognized Miss Jemima Farley. She was a bit odd but he generally enjoyed her company when their paths crossed. Her oddness had never extended to being without her chaperone, however, which was one of the first things to catch his attention as he made his way over to her.
"Was the exhibit not to your liking, Miss Farley?" He asked out of curiosity.
He almost didn't notice the lone figure on the museum bench but her hand caught his attention. He smiled as he recognized Miss Jemima Farley. She was a bit odd but he generally enjoyed her company when their paths crossed. Her oddness had never extended to being without her chaperone, however, which was one of the first things to catch his attention as he made his way over to her.
"Was the exhibit not to your liking, Miss Farley?" He asked out of curiosity.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - August 27, 2021
She shrank back down onto the bench once she had waved in his direction, in case anyone else had seen – or in case he had and had merely decided to ignore her, in which case Jemima wished she could sink straight through not only the bench, but also the floor and the earth’s crust entire.
But – here he was! “Mr. Humphrey-Mavis!” Jemima said, relieved and a little pleased... though now he had approached, she was slightly worried how that would look if anyone happened to see (not just her unchaperoned, but unchaperoned and with a man). So Jemima sprang to her feet and tugged him by the sleeve a few steps more along the hall, shifting behind one of the statues to better block herself – them both – from anyone else’s view.
“Sorry,” she babbled, voice hushed, and inclined her head at him a little as if she could express her thought-process without actually detailing any of it aloud, because obviously Mr. Humphrey-Mavis should be able to read her mind. “– no, I liked it very much, I – just got a little lost,” she admitted finally, glancing up at him with some sheepishness. “And I can’t get back in. It’s alright, you can laugh.”
But – here he was! “Mr. Humphrey-Mavis!” Jemima said, relieved and a little pleased... though now he had approached, she was slightly worried how that would look if anyone happened to see (not just her unchaperoned, but unchaperoned and with a man). So Jemima sprang to her feet and tugged him by the sleeve a few steps more along the hall, shifting behind one of the statues to better block herself – them both – from anyone else’s view.
“Sorry,” she babbled, voice hushed, and inclined her head at him a little as if she could express her thought-process without actually detailing any of it aloud, because obviously Mr. Humphrey-Mavis should be able to read her mind. “– no, I liked it very much, I – just got a little lost,” she admitted finally, glancing up at him with some sheepishness. “And I can’t get back in. It’s alright, you can laugh.”
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jack Humphrey-Mavis - September 4, 2021
Jack was taken a little by surprise when the young woman tugged him by the sleeve down the hall. What was she up to? His curiosity was quite piqued as she hid herself behind a stature. He wasn't quite sure what to make of what was happening but he was the sort of person to go with the flow of things.
Whatever he had been expecting, it hadn't been quite what she ended up saying. "If that is the case, I would be glad to recover your re-entry ticket. Or we could peruse the rest of the museum." Though he supposed the problem there was a lack of chaperone. The reason for which she had felt a need to hide behind a statue.
Whatever he had been expecting, it hadn't been quite what she ended up saying. "If that is the case, I would be glad to recover your re-entry ticket. Or we could peruse the rest of the museum." Though he supposed the problem there was a lack of chaperone. The reason for which she had felt a need to hide behind a statue.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - September 8, 2021
“Oh!” Jemima exclaimed, a little taken aback at his generous answer; but quietly delighted, the more she thought about it. She sighed in profound relief, and smiled bashfully. “I knew you’d be nice.”
He hadn’t laughed – had offered to help – had invited her to peruse the rest of the museum with him, and that was possibly even better. Something leapt in her chest, a pleasant little thrill; and it might have been a pity-invitation but getting to spend time alone in his company outside of the art exhibition was so much better than wandering those rooms again. Except, oh, she shouldn’t, because young ladies were not supposed to agree to being alone unless they were promenading in broad daylight in the park, right? Although – it was daylight, and it was a public museum, so it couldn’t look that bad... and besides, all of magical society who mattered would be too busy admiring the exhibition to notice anything else.
And, well, they were already practically alone, weren’t they? Maybe this meant he – liked her? “I suppose I had seen most of the exhibition already...” Jemima said in shy agreement, her smile growing a little more conspiratorial.
He hadn’t laughed – had offered to help – had invited her to peruse the rest of the museum with him, and that was possibly even better. Something leapt in her chest, a pleasant little thrill; and it might have been a pity-invitation but getting to spend time alone in his company outside of the art exhibition was so much better than wandering those rooms again. Except, oh, she shouldn’t, because young ladies were not supposed to agree to being alone unless they were promenading in broad daylight in the park, right? Although – it was daylight, and it was a public museum, so it couldn’t look that bad... and besides, all of magical society who mattered would be too busy admiring the exhibition to notice anything else.
And, well, they were already practically alone, weren’t they? Maybe this meant he – liked her? “I suppose I had seen most of the exhibition already...” Jemima said in shy agreement, her smile growing a little more conspiratorial.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jack Humphrey-Mavis - October 12, 2021
"I've never been told that I am otherwise," Jack teased with a chuckle when the young woman stated that she had known he would be nice. Hufflepuff had very much been a fitting house for him in many aspects.
Jack smiled as she agreed to check out the rest of the museum with him. There was the lack of chaperone to tend with but wouldn't be almost exactly the same as promenading in the park? Besides, there was always a thrill in doing things you knew were probably not the best choices to be making. It wasn't like he was whisking her off to some dark, unpopulated location. There were plenty of others who were seeing the rest of the museum instead of the exhibition.
"Shall we?" Jack asked, offering her his arm.
Jack smiled as she agreed to check out the rest of the museum with him. There was the lack of chaperone to tend with but wouldn't be almost exactly the same as promenading in the park? Besides, there was always a thrill in doing things you knew were probably not the best choices to be making. It wasn't like he was whisking her off to some dark, unpopulated location. There were plenty of others who were seeing the rest of the museum instead of the exhibition.
"Shall we?" Jack asked, offering her his arm.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - November 5, 2021
She couldn’t help but grin at that. No, he had never been anything less than nice; polite and patient and honest and trustworthy and –
...well, a perfect gentleman, Jemima supposed, as he offered his arm to her. So it wasn’t as though she had anything to complain about: everyone talked about rakes and cads and scoundrels, and Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was obviously the opposite of that; even though he was a quidditch player, even though he was probably too young to be thinking of marrying.
“Yes, let’s,” Jemima agreed brightly. It was just that, she wouldn’t have minded. If he had wanted to... take advantage. He was happy to promenade around some boring old museum with her, true, that was a hopeful sign; but maybe that was just him thinking himself a friend to her. And even if that was all, she was grateful for it, truly she was! So Jemima settled her hand upon his arm, but before he could start off down the hall with her, she clung on more tightly, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
Just to express her – gratitude. You know.
...well, a perfect gentleman, Jemima supposed, as he offered his arm to her. So it wasn’t as though she had anything to complain about: everyone talked about rakes and cads and scoundrels, and Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was obviously the opposite of that; even though he was a quidditch player, even though he was probably too young to be thinking of marrying.
“Yes, let’s,” Jemima agreed brightly. It was just that, she wouldn’t have minded. If he had wanted to... take advantage. He was happy to promenade around some boring old museum with her, true, that was a hopeful sign; but maybe that was just him thinking himself a friend to her. And even if that was all, she was grateful for it, truly she was! So Jemima settled her hand upon his arm, but before he could start off down the hall with her, she clung on more tightly, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
Just to express her – gratitude. You know.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jack Humphrey-Mavis - December 5, 2021
Jack chuckled again as the young woman settled her hand upon his arm. He was mildly taken by surprise when the young woman clung tight before kissing his cheek. Not wholly surprised, if he was honest with himself, but he was still taken a little off guard. "Had I known you would be so grateful, I'd have offered from the start," he teased in what was more of a flirt, really.
What could he say? He was a young man and she was a pretty, young woman. While he was hardly a rake, he was not a saint that wasn't against the potential of stealing a kiss or two if the chance arose.
What could he say? He was a young man and she was a pretty, young woman. While he was hardly a rake, he was not a saint that wasn't against the potential of stealing a kiss or two if the chance arose.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - December 8, 2021
If he was surprised, it had faded by the time Jemima lowered herself from her tiptoes and gazed up at him. Her mouth curled into a pleased little smile at his reply, sure that was the best response she could have hoped for. He hadn’t minded, then. He had been pleased, too. And it was true: he had been kind to her every time they had met.
“Well, you are very nice,” Jemima put in, echoing her words from before with a playful added emphasis, to say one kiss on the cheek really doesn’t cover it. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she was tempted to give him another, proper kiss to prove it – and it was not her first kiss anyway; she had kissed Justice years ago under the mistletoe, so she knew kisses alone did no damage as long as no one else found out – but she was a little too nervous about it to dare. So instead she waited, just looking at him, leaving it to Mr. Humphrey-Mavis whether they lingered here a moment more or just moved on to the rest of the museum.
“Well, you are very nice,” Jemima put in, echoing her words from before with a playful added emphasis, to say one kiss on the cheek really doesn’t cover it. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she was tempted to give him another, proper kiss to prove it – and it was not her first kiss anyway; she had kissed Justice years ago under the mistletoe, so she knew kisses alone did no damage as long as no one else found out – but she was a little too nervous about it to dare. So instead she waited, just looking at him, leaving it to Mr. Humphrey-Mavis whether they lingered here a moment more or just moved on to the rest of the museum.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jack Humphrey-Mavis - January 1, 2022
Jack simply could not resist. She seemed to like him and they tended to have such pleasant encounters. He had a feeling that she would be receptive to it. They were also in relative privacy with most souls being inside the actual exhibit.
He leaned in and pressed a more proper kiss against her lips, pulling back with a puckish grin. "Now shall we see the rest of what the museum has to offer?" He asked as he lightly took her arm in his as any gentleman escorting a young lady around ought to do.
He leaned in and pressed a more proper kiss against her lips, pulling back with a puckish grin. "Now shall we see the rest of what the museum has to offer?" He asked as he lightly took her arm in his as any gentleman escorting a young lady around ought to do.
RE: patiently waiting for someone to get me out of here - Jemima Greengrass - January 10, 2022
He had kissed her, after all; the kiss itself had not lasted nearly long enough, but the butterflies in her stomach continued fluttering well after he had pulled back. It was a nice sensation. Not only that, but it felt like confirmation – real proper proof – that Jemima was good for something, that she was not entirely awkward or hideous or eminently unloveable.
And Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was as honourable as his title, because he hadn’t reneged on his offer to escort her around. That, Jemima thought, cheeks warm as she nodded and curled her hand upon his arm, truly made the day a triumph.
And Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was as honourable as his title, because he hadn’t reneged on his offer to escort her around. That, Jemima thought, cheeks warm as she nodded and curled her hand upon his arm, truly made the day a triumph.