Jacob's POV
As I threw the door open into the Cullen household, I knew that something wasn't right. Chaos had broken out. Esme was eagerly brushing a
duster across the ancient picture frames and glass decorations. Alice pranced around the foyer, placing fresh flowers in every vase she could find.
Carlisle was spraying Febreeze. I sniffed the air. Make that French Vanilla Febreeze… "What do you want, mutt?" The icy voice of Rosalie brought me
back to reality. She had emerged from the kitchen. Sweet smells of biscuit dough and butter drifted out. The vampires were cooking…Something was
up… "I was just in the neighborhood," I answered Rosalie, plopping myself down on a couch in the process. "And I decided to drop by. It won't be a
problem, will it?" Her eyes narrowed. I didn't care how dangerous Rose was, ticking her off was fun! "Get out." She said adamantly. Alice noticed our
quarrel. "Hey Jake!" she called, and waltzed over to us. "If you're going to stay here, you have to help us get ready." Obviously, something HUGE
was going on. The cleaning, the cooking, the Febreeze… It HAD to be important. I had to ask. "Get ready for what?" "Albus Dumbledore." Rose
sneered. I was even more confused. What the hell was an Albus Dumbledore? Fortunately, Alice explained a bit better. "One of Carlisle's old friends
is coming to visit." Oh…just another bloodsucker… I decided to stay and help anyway. Leah was mad at me, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with
her, so I settled for Rosalie and wandered into the kitchen… I was hungry, and the vampires certainly weren't going to hog the biscuits…That I was
sure of.