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[wavesofjade]

WHO: Dolores & anyone
TONE: Various??
RATING: G for now
WHEN: March 11th
WHERE: Hospital wing, school grounds & great hall
WHAT: Open log for various interactions -- pick a letter! :3
STATUS: Ongoing

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[A.]

[In the morning, far too early for anyone to be so chipper, Dolores can be found in the hospital wing, getting ready for another week. She's humming to herself, some jaunty song from the 1960s.

She might even be dancing a little, if the twirling from one bed to the next while she nods her head along with the tune is anything to go by.]

[B.]

[Later in the day, the nurse is out in the school grounds, sitting in the courtyard with her face turned up to the cold March sunshine. She's not really dressed for the weather, in her usual dress with a scarf wrapped around her neck, but she doesn't feel the cold in any case.]

[C.]

[In the evening, after most students have departed from dinner and gone back to their own dorms, she's sitting in the spot at the staff table that's always left open for her but one she so rarely takes.

She hadn't been there while everyone else was eating - it's been maybe ten minutes since she entered the room - but she's sitting there now, contemplative, rolling a red apple across the wood of the table in front of her, from one hand to the other.]

Comments

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane lets out a distressed whine before she can cover her mouth, practically catching the noise and pushing it back in.]

But-- but I can't. Not him. I can't fancying boys who can't like me. I'll go mad or die or explode or something.

[wavesofjade]

[Oh, Jane... Dolores keeps a perfectly straight face as she replies with complete seriousness.]

I'm sure that won't happen, dear.

[stubbornskeptic]

Nnngh, I know I sound like I'm just being dramatic, but it's just. This isn't something that can be.

[wavesofjade]

It sounds as if you are suffering a very typically teenage affliction, Miss Crocker. It isn't being caused by any.. lingering effects, though I cannot say that it wasn't started by what happened.

[stubbornskeptic]

[Jane gives a tiny, defeated moan.]

This isn't fair. He doesn't even...

[She crosses her arms around herself.]

I'd just be bothering him, now that the potion's worn off.

[wavesofjade]

Are you sure that he has no interest in you?

[There's only so much she can suggest when she doesn't know who it is.]

[stubbornskeptic]

He...doesn't like girls.

[wavesofjade]

Ah.. I can see how that would be a problem.

[And she sounds more than a little sympathetic to the poor girl's trouble.]

Is he a friend of yours, this boy?

[stubbornskeptic]

Yes. That's part of why this is all so terrible. I don't want to tell him and lose him as a friend, but...

[She sighs, dropping her head to her chest.]

Every time I see him, the feelings are still there, and I avoid him entirely.

[wavesofjade]

Alright.. [It's not the first time she's had to deal with this kind of thing.] Tell me what it is that you like about him, and we can go from there.

[stubbornskeptic]

Um.

[She considers including all the he's really attractive and have you seen his dad I mean wow look at that body he clearly works out sort of things because all that is is awkward and probably goes without saying.]

Well, he was so nice to me when the potion was affecting him. Not-- not that he isn't normally, I mean, I know he's one of the first in line to protect me and take care of me if I ever needed it. And he can make me laugh and he likes my baking and...you know, all the stuff I'd want in a friend let alone. W-whatever else.

[She tugs some hair behind her ear.]

But during the event he...he really made me feel special. He was the one asking me out, despite. You know, his normal disinterest in my sex.

[And, probably, her in general. At least in that way.]

[wavesofjade]

[Careful there Janey, Dirk's dad is like a son to Dolores and that kind of talk might get you a bit of an odd look. Not that she'd know the nurse is twenty-five years older than she appears.

Very awkward indeed.]

I understand, sweetheart.. but I can tell you now that avoiding him will do nothing but hurt you both.

[stubbornskeptic]

[She sighs.]

Yeah...yeah, I know that. I just want the feelings to go away or something.

[wavesofjade]

They will, but you will need to give it a little time and patience.

[stubbornskeptic]

And in the meantime I just...hate myself?

[wavesofjade]

[She gives Jane a concerned look. Ah.. this is more serious than she thought.]

Why is that?

[stubbornskeptic]

This always happens. I always like boys who don't like me. Who can't.

[wavesofjade]

I know that you may have heard this before.. and I am not trying to belittle you, but Jane.. how old are you?

[stubbornskeptic]

[Mumblemumble.] Fifteen.

[wavesofjade]

You will hear this from many adults, because there is a truth to it.. You are still very young, and you will find someone. It may even be sooner than you think.

[stubbornskeptic]

I suppose I just fear finding out that this is my pattern and always will be.

[wavesofjade]

I understand, but you must have a little faith in yourself.. and I think that you ought to speak with this boy.

[stubbornskeptic]

But what if it causes a kerfuffle in our relationship...

[wavesofjade]

Do you believe that avoiding him would not?

[stubbornskeptic]

...You're right. I'm just...I don't know. Afraid what he'll think of me. Isn't there a word for this? Hag? Eugh, and applied to a witch, too.