So I revamped chapter 1 on 10.4.15. I'm planning to do redo the other chapters to, ya know? Making them longer and stuff. Anyway, if you have an idea you want me to write, let me know and I will get on that (it may take a while though).

Jack pushed open Jamie's window and clambered in. Making himself comfortable on the bed, he asked, "So, kiddo, why aren't you outside? This snow's going to go to waste and all your friends are waiting for you. What's up?"

Jamie looked up bitterly from the papers that were scattered on his desk. Rubbing his temples in a frustrated motion, he grumbled out, "Homework!" He let out an exasperated sigh. "My mom's making me take French and I can't wrap my mind around it. 'Sides, we live in America! The States! No one speaks French except for in Canada, I think. When will I ever need to use it? I mean, seriously, Spanish would be soooo much more practical.

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed brightly, swiping a few of the papers off of the desk. "Here, let me see it." He skimmed over the assignment before he handed it back. "Écrire quelques phrases sur vous-même. Write a few sentences about yourself – piece of cake."

Jamie's eyes lit up and he grinned victoriously. "You speak French? Hey, would you help me with this? I-I don't mean cheating; I just need some help for the grammar usage and stuff."

Jack nodded and leaned his staff against the window pane. Cracking his knuckles, he grinned and sat down to help Jamie. After writing down what Jamie wanted to say and translating it into French. Jamie read his finished project to himself before handing it to Jack for a grammar check.

"Mon nom est Jamie Bennett. J'ai treize ans. Ma couleur préférée est la bleu. J'habite à Burgess, New York. Good job. Now, urgh," With a groan, Jack flung the paper onto Jamie's desk in boredom. "Can we go outside now, please? Not that homework isn't fun but... No, I won't even complete that. Homework's no fun at all."

Jamie nodded exuberantly, grateful to be done with the procrastinated project. A strange look came over his face and he asked, "Besides French, how many languages do you know?"

Jack mumbled to himself and counted on his fingers. His mouth twisted into a thoughtful grimace. "Uh, 43, I think? I'm not completely sure. I've been around for a while, ya know? Some aren't even considered 'mortal languages'." He closed his eyes and sighed deeply before looking out the side of his eyes to see what Jamie had to say.

With eyes wide as saucers, Jamie asked his next question, nearly falling out of his chair because of how far he was leaning out of his chair. "What languages do you know? That are, I mean, the 'spirit languages'?" Jack leaned back on the bed and tilted his head upwards to look at the sky.

"Uh, I won't include the talking to the wind. It's just kinda like, I dunno. You know how you talk to your dog and it seems like they're kind of talking back to you? It's kind of like that, I guess. The wind's more intelligent though. I know the most common language that some of the other winter spirits speak." Jack groaned and rubbed his forehead roughly. "It's kinda like… chattering. I think? I'm not sure. Bunny says it sounds different to him than it does to me."

Swinging his arms out wildly, Jamie nearly shouted. "Oh my gosh! Can I hear it?"

Jack sat up and supported himself on his arms. A series of chittering noises emanated from him. Jamie stared, wide-eyed in admiration.

A week later, Jack flew to Burgess, preparing himself mentally for the snowball fight he had wanted to have last time he had been to his home town. He was flying over his lake when he saw the Burgess Bunch in a deep conversation. As stealthily as he could, he landed in a nearby tree.

"He said he knew 48 human languages! 48!" Jamie swung his arms out widely to accent his new-found knowledge of the spirit.

"Dang." Pippa shook her head, "That's a bunch."

Monty tipped his head up, pushing his glasses back onto a secure location on his nose. "Does anyone know how many languages Rosetta Stone teaches?"

The twins sent an incredulous look to the blond. "Who cares?" Caleb said in faint disbelief. "We can have Jack teach us or something. He'd make stuff way more fun than Rosetta."

Cupcake nodded thoughtfully. "You said he knew 48 human languages. So, uh, what? Can he talk to monkeys or something?"

Jack dropped down from the tree to land behind them. They turned around, fairly use to his entrances. "I cannot talk to monkeys – unless you're including children." He winked.

"Hey!" Claude stuck his tongue out at the Guardian. "Speak for yourself!"

Jack laughed brightly. "I am!"

Rolling her eyes, Pippa changed the conversation back to languages. "Why do you know so many languages?"
"Do you only know languages from the colder climates?" Monty asked, recalling the times that they had to literally put ice packs on their friend in the middle of summer, just because he was too stubborn to wait another month.

Jack did a 90 degree spin and pointed his stick at Monty. For a split second his head yelled at him, Oh, Frost, you have been spending way too much time with North. He promptly ignored it. "Good job, Monty. And, the answer to your question is yes. However, last time I came to have a snowball fight to end all snowball fights and we didn't. We must fix this problem immediately!" He jutted his staff up into the air, mostly for dramatics, and more snow began to fall from the sky. The Burgess Bunch were already dressed warmly, otherwise he would have sent them home to put on more appropriate clothing. Can't have his fans freeze, can he?

Jamie, Pippa, Monty, and Cupcake ran into the forest, leaving Jack and the twins to be the offending side. With a mischievous look, Jack pointed his staff into the forest before yelling, "Charge!"