Visions of Sugar Plums (Open)

Naomi glanced up, surprised that Jacques was showing so much confidence in her. After all, they barely knew each other, yet here he was, offering her support. It made her feel a little bit better about the fact that he knew about her Seeing. Her lips twitched up in a tiny smile. "Thanks," she told him quietly.

As Jacques sat even taller, Naomi shrunk further in on herself. Not only a Clement, but the Clement heir! If she could get another coherent word out now, she'd be surprised at herself. How in Merlin's name was she supposed to talk to him? "Oh, um, that's nice." She cringed inwardly as she began to stumble over her words. They had been talking fairly easily, but that was sure to change now. "How-How do you like Scotland? Compared to France I mean?" At least she wasn't making a complete fool of herself. Yet.

Nodding, Naomi ran her fingers over the spines of her books absentmindedly. "I'm hoping I'll be able to concentrate and get longer flashes, which would be easier to interpret. Or at least practice getting as much information out of them as possible." This, at least, was something she was comfortable talking about. Even though it was her Seeing, Naomi was always more confident when she spoke about learning or education or experimentation. Her Ravenclaw coming out, she supposed.

Naomi shifted where she sat as Jacques told her what he thought of Scotland. "Oh. I-I've never been to France, but Scotland is close enough to Ireland to feel like home." She wondered why he didn't go to Beauxbatons, but beyond her inability to ask him something so personal, it was rude to pry. "What do you miss about France then?" she asked instead, hoping that didn't seem too personal either. Suddenly worried, Naomi hurried to say, "I mean, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, I was just wondering."

Nodding, Naomi allowed a small smile to pass over her face. "Thanks." I just hope it works, she added mentally. She was really flying blind when it came to Seeing, no pun intended, and everything she did was pure guesswork. Fidgeting again as they descended into silence, Naomi played with the hem of her robes, unsure what to say.

Naomi ducked her head back down, staring at her lap. How do I tell someone that other people's confidence makes me even less confident than I already was? "Because- because I don't want to be rude, or offend you or anything." Because I get nervous and blurt out things before thinking, then babble to try to fix it, she added mentally, though there was no way she was going to say that out loud.

As soon as Jacques pointed out Naomi's fidgeting, she dropped the hem of her robes and sat on her hands. "Yes, I fidget a lot," she admitted. "It's a habit." She cocked her head to the side, thinking about Seeing once more. "I- I don't think I really do it while meditating. Or if I do, I don't notice. I only do it when I-" When I'm nervous. "-not focussing on something."