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Chapter Nine: Happiest Memory
Jack's P.O.V
I woke up stuffed. Xavier took me to the kitchens and the house-elves were so nice. They brought buckets of ice cream, boxes of pizza, and even a little pail of raw cookie dough. I ate all that I wanted. I didn't even go to dinner last night.
I sighed, ready for the day. Yes, I was dreading class like something awful, but it was something that had to be done! I could just ditch, but where would I go? Professor North (who am I kidding? All the professors) knows my hide outs, and I would be given detention, let alone I couldn't play Quidditch this year. I wondered over to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth.
Pulling on my uncomfortable uniform and pinch-y shoes, I looked in the mirror. My eyes were still slits, my tie was crooked, and my hair was a mess. Yep, ready for an awesome day at Hogwarts. Yippee. (That was sarcasm, did anyone catch that?)
It was too late to get some breakfast, so I stuffed all my books in my rucksack and headed off to Transfiguration. I actually got there a little early, even Hiccup wasn't there yet. Don't think of Hiccup… I thought harshly, blinking back the slight tears that formed in my eyes. Stupid tear ducts…
"Jack!" Professor Tooth said happily. "You're here early."
"Yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. Whenever I talked to a teacher was when I was in trouble. "I wasn't that hungry, so I just sort of ended up here."
"Well, breakfast is the most important of the day, but at least you brushed your teeth, right?" Tooth said. She really was a tooth-enthusiast.
"Right!" I said, falsely-chipper and smiling. I was turning to go to my seat that was next to Hiccup when Tooth flashed in front of me. Fingers were prying my mouth open.
"Oooh! Jack!" Professor Tooth was cooing. "Your teeth are white as snow!"
"AAAAH aaagh bwaaagh…" I said, or at least tried to.
"Professor? What are you doing?" A voice said, puzzled. Her fingers were out of my mouth in an instant and I shut my mouth tightly. I looked at the face of my savior. It was none other than Hiccup.
"I couldn't help myself," Tooth said, slightly flustered. She patted my shoulder once. "Sorry, Jack."
"Itsalright…" I muttered, trying not to open my mouth so much. Then the professor fluttered back to her desk. Hiccup walked over to me, smiling. "Thanks Freckles." I said with a small, gracious smile.
"No problem. That must have been weird." Hiccup said. Was he holding back a laugh? He was so going to get it later… not like that! (Stop being so dirty-minded…)
"Yeah, it wasn't particularly pleasant. To be honest." I said, my smile widening. He was my best friend, after all. And besides, this kid was adorable. But I was over him… right? And then he laughed. I remembered our little all-nighter, him tackling me and us just… being friends. Why did I have to ruin all this?
"I could only imagine…" Hiccup said, smiling so that his crooked teeth showed. "Have you ever been covered in dragon saliva?" He asked. We sat down in our seats and took out our books.
"No… why would I be? It sounds like fun." I said, joking around.
"It is not fun." Hiccup growled playfully. "It's way too sticky and it stains clothes." I looked at him, my face in a 'whaaat?' expression. "Toothless, remember?" He breathed through gritted teeth.
"OH!" I said, dragging it out.
"Yeah, Frosty. I thought you would remember something like that a bit easier." Hiccup said, flipping him book open as students filed in. I followed suit.
"Sorry, I had other things to remember." I hissed back, not even checking the words that came out of my mouth. Hiccup froze, about the same time that I did. He looked at me with a wary expression, biting his bottom lip like a deer caught in some headlights. My eyes were probably as wide as saucers, and I was most likely paler than usual.
"I thought wrong, then." Hiccup said, suddenly turning playful. "You really have nothing going on upstairs, if you can't remember a dragon…" I clicked my tongue and pretended to look through my book. Hiccup laughed softly.
"Okay, I'm offended now." I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear me. "My pride will never recover from the damage you put it through." I was trying to keep the laugh out of my voice. Hiccup looked at me.
"Stop being such a drama queen," He said, a wry smile stretching across his face.
"Queen? Queen?" I said, feigning outrage. "That is king to you, Freckles!" Hiccup laughed, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle it. "And you think this is funny? I, the King of Winter, command you to stop laughing at once!" I said, unable to stop myself from laughing.
The class started with Hiccup and I convulsing with laughter at our desk, trying to calm down. Professor Tooth glared at us from time to time, but we couldn't stop. Everyone was looking at us like we were weirdoes.
I was happy that me almost kissing him didn't ruin anything. He was acting like it didn't happened, so why should I act like it did? How he could get over something so fast, I have no idea, but I was grateful for it. I made me want to hold on to this moment even longer…
It was suffice to say that today was a good day, but it wasn't over yet. Hiccup and I had two more classes to go: Potions and Defense. We were walking out of the Great Hall, and we were heading for the dungeons.
"Hiccup! Jack!" Lauren yelled, making the two of us turn around simultaneously. She was wearing her Hogwarts uniform like everyone else, but her shirt was untucked and her yellow-and-black tie was loose. Her golden-brown hair was streaming behind her, little braids streaking through it now and then. She ran up to us and gave a smile.
"Do you have a tracking device on us or something?" I said sarcastically, smiling at her. She punched my shoulder playfully, but I would never admit that it actually hurt.
"Oh shut up." Lauren said. "I have a break right now, dummy."
"That makes perfect sense then," Hiccup said, gesturing at her clothes. "We gotta get to class, Loor." He sighed.
"Loor?" Lauren said, looking at Hiccup like he was tap-dancing all over the place.
"We all got nicknames here, it was time you had one too." Hiccup said, shrugging. A shrill bell sounded, signaling that we had three minutes to get to class. Hiccup pulled Lauren into a bone-crushing hug, and he whispered something to her quickly and she said something back. "Gotta go!" He said cheerfully, leaving her stunned. He grabbed my wrist and headed toward the Potions classroom.
"Why are you so eager to get to class?" I asked, stumbling along as he pulled me. The Potions classroom was a couple doors down and he dropped my hand, but he didn't slow down his pace.
"Because," he huffed, as if it was obvious, "Pitch is the only teacher I can't sweet-talk, and I'll be toast if I'm late!"
"Yummm, toast…" I said, jokingly. Hiccup shot me a hard glare before walking into the classroom.
"Not funny, Jack," He sang quietly.
"Hilarious, Hiccup." I sang back, parroting his tone. He shot me another glare as we plopped down in our seats… just as the bell rang.
"Alright, class. Take out your books and turn to page 394." Pitch drawled, his voice sending shivers up everyone's spines. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He said, his voice slightly raised. In a flash, all our books were out and the pages were flipping, trying to find page 394. My book was nice to me, and when I opened the book, I was on page 390. I flipped the couple pages and sat back, content. A paper ball hit the back of my head, and I whipped around, about to yell, when I saw Xavier behind me.
"Open it," He mouthed. I bent down and picked up the paper. I smoothed it out and looked at the words that were made ugly by the wrinkles in the paper.
"Is that him?!" Were the words. I looked up at Xavier, his eyes looking green… I shook it off, blaming it on the lighting. I nodded, smiling slightly. Xavier made a face that I couldn't describe even if I tried, and then smiled.
I could read his expression perfectly: "If you must. Not a bad choice though," I smiled back and turned back around.
"What's your problem?" Hiccup muttered, still flipping through his book.
"Nothing, it's just… Xavier." I muttered back.
"Oh, how descriptive can you get, oh wonderful King of Winter?" Hiccup said sarcastically, rolling his green eyes.
"Oh, how annoying can you be, Prince of Sarcasm?" I shot back, earning a laugh from the freckled boy.
"Wait, why am I a prince and you're a-!" Hiccup was saying under his breath when Pitch cut him off.
"Today, we are going to brew the Draught of Peace. Directions are in your books. You must follow them precisely. At the end of class, your partner will be testing the potion out. Good luck." Professor Pitch drawled as he slunk back into the shadows.
"The Draught of Peace… hmmm…" Hiccup said, overlooking the procedure in the textbook. "It's do-able. Let's get started."
We set to work, and to be honest it was completely boring. The Draught's instructions had to be followed precisely, if not, it could be fatal. Good thing I am somewhat of a perfectionist (although I would never ever admit it), and we got the job done.
"It looks perfect!" Hiccup said, basically hopping up and down he was that excited.
"We did it!" I practically yelled, putting my hand up for a high-five. Instead Hiccup gave me a quick hug. When I say 'quick', I mean quick; one second he was hugging me, the next he was looking back at the potion, all business like nothing happened.
"So, who should test it?" He say asking me. I barely heard him. I was still shocked. "Jack? Jaaack?" He was shaking my shoulder.
"What? Oh, um…" I said, most likely turning an interesting shade of red.
"Haddock, Frost. Surely you cannot be don't brewing yet." Pitch drawled, suddenly behind me. I shivered.
"Y-yes sir, we are f-finished brewing." Hiccup said, all happiness forgotten. He was trembling now.
"It's true, sir." I said fiercely, turning around to look at the professor. "We followed all the directions perfectly."
"Is that so?" Pitch said, smiling evilly to show his pointed teeth. His amber eyes glinted with something I couldn't make out. His grey complexion made me want to barf. I nodded fiercely at him. "Well, why don't we try it out then?"
In an instant, Pitch had a vial in his hand. He filled the vial with our potion and shoved it toward Hiccup. He looked at it as if it was a viper about to strike.
"No!" I said under my breath. I made to snatch the vial out of Pitch's hand, but he moved away at the last second. "I'll test it out sir." I was frantic now. What if we somehow did something wrong? Hiccup could fall asleep forever!
"No, I don't think you will. Poor Haddock looks like he could use it more than you." Pitch drawled, again handing the vial to Hiccup.
Freckled and shaky hands took the vial, and slowly raised it to his lips. The turquoise potion was drained from the vial, and Hiccup lowered it quickly. His eyes were wide, and a smile was stretching over his lips.
"H-Hiccup?" I squeaked. Dreamy green eyes found me, and his smile widened.
"Hi Jack." He said dopily, "Woah, I never noticed how blue your eyes were, well, actually I did but…" He started laughing.
"Five points from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The Draught was too strong." Pitch said. I noticed that everyone was watching us. "Take him to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey will know what to do with him."
"Yessir…" I mumbled, taking Hiccup's wrist and leading him out of the dungeons. He was laughing hysterically.
"Jack!" Hiccup whined as he stumbled along. "Where are you taking me?"
"To the Hospital Wing, dummy." I said, looking at him weirdly. Was he high or something? "Madame Pomfrey needs to fix you up."
"No," He whined again, freeing his wrist from my grasp, making me turn around and look at him. He stumbled toward me and wrapped his arms around my neck. He then buried his head in the crook of my neck. "I don't need to be fixed… I have you…" His breath tickled, but I wasn't about to laugh.
"Hiccup, you're acting like you're high right now. You need to see a doctor." I said, trying to get his hands off my neck.
"Mm-kay, doc." Hiccup said, his eyes half-lidded. "It's time for my check-up…" He sang. He started to take off his shirt, and I pushed it back down.
"Hiccup! You don't… argh, whatever." I said, scooping him in my arms bridal style. He was surprisingly light. Hiccup laughed, his teeth showing and his eyes dulling sparkling as he looked up at me.
"Jack… you're so strong…" He mumbled, playing with my earlobe. I didn't have a hand to swat him away with. "You're carrying a fishbone!" He said loudly, laughing at his own, apparently hysterical, joke.
"Hiccup… just shut up until I get you until the hospital wing. Please." Seeing him like this was killing me. I knew this was because of the Draught. He was going crazy because I put too much syrup of hellebore in it.
And then he started singing.
"And now I'm sunny with a high of 75~!
Since you took my heavy heart and made it light~!
And it's funny how you find you enjoy your life~
When you're happy to be alive~!" *
His voice wasn't all that bad, but it was the words that hit me. He couldn't actually mean all that, could he? Then he started up again, singing a totally different song this time.
"They say before you start a war~
You better know what you're fighting for~
Well baby you are all that I adore~
If love is what you need, a solider I will be~!" **
As he was singing this, he was trailing his fingers down my face, still messing with my earlobe. I rolled my eyes inwardly and groaned. How is it that he knew all these love songs? It was maddening.
"Finally!" I yelled, reaching the hospital wing. I stood Hiccup up and grabbed his wrist and pulled him in.
"Jack… what are you-?" Hiccup started to say, but I cut him off.
"Madame Pomfrey!" I shouted. A woman came out in nurses' clothing, she had kind eyes that had a calculating look in them.
"Oi, Jack? In here again?" She said, irritated.
"It's not me." I said gesturing to Hiccup. "He drank a Draught of Peace with a little too much syrup of hellebore."
"My, my. Well, come here." She said, gesturing to Hiccup.
"But… I don't wanna… I wanna stay with Jaaack…" Hiccup whined.
"I'm right here, Hic…" I said, leading him toward the nurse.
"Come here now, Hiccup. I need you to drink this, it'll make you feel better." Madame Pomfrey said, sitting Hiccup on a bed and handing him a cup. Hiccup took it, then looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm not going to drink it if Jack doesn't." Hiccup said, green eyes not leaving me. I looked at him funny. I knew he wasn't in his right mind, but this was dumb.
"You are out of your head, boy!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed. "This could make Jack potentially sicker than you! Why would you want to do that?"
"I don't want to do anything without him because I love-." Hiccup was saying. I couldn't hear it. He was crazy, drunk, high, whatever; this wasn't what he would say if he were normal.
"Just give me one," I said, cutting Hiccup off and squeezing my eyes shut.
"But-!" Madame Pomfrey argued. I gave her a look.
"Just give it to me," I said. She handed me a cup. "Ready, Hiccup? On the count of three…" Hiccup gave me a nod and looked at his drink. "One… two… three!" I said. Hiccup downed his drink, and I poured mine in the plant that was conveniently right next to me.
Hiccup's eyes fluttered and he brought the cup away from his lips. He opened and closed his eyes tightly, and then looked around.
"Woah… how did I get here?" He said, setting the cup down on the nightstand next to the bed. Pomfrey pounced on him. "ACK!" He cried. I laughed, knowing Madame Pomfrey and her ways.
She was assessing him. She opened his mouth, checked his eyes and ears, and lifted his arms. "Hmph." She said. She took a step back and crossed her arms across her chest.
"What was that for?" Hiccup said. Then her hand darted out and pinched his shoulder. He reacted, his hand rubbing the spot instinctively. "Ow…" He muttered.
"Well?" I asked, stifling a laugh.
"He's good to go. Now both of you, get to class." She said, turning away swiftly.
"Thank you!" Hiccup yelled. "For nothing…" He muttered afterward. I laughed, and we left the Hospital Wing.
"First encounter with Madame Pomfrey?" I asked an extremely confused Hiccup.
"Sorry I'm healthy." He said sarcastically. "Jack… what happened?" He asked, seriousness playing on his face.
"Why? Do you remember anything?" I asked. I hoped he didn't remember all of that, for his sake, of course. I mean, if he didn't that just means I could act like it never happened either but…
Hiccup's face screwed up. "The last thing I remember is…" His eyes widened and his cheeks were a deep red. "Was I really singing in the halls?" He asked, as if that was his biggest issue.
"Yeah. You have a nice voice by the way." I said, partially joking. He wasn't nails-scratching-a-chalkboard-bad, but he wasn't angelic-choir-good either. Hiccup was looking at me wide-eyed, apparently not expecting the compliment. I crossed my eyes and made a fishy-face at him. Then I laughed.
"Shut. Up." He said, trying not to laugh. "Why was I doing that though? What happened?"
"Our potion had a little bit too much syrup of Hellebore." I said, holding up my hand to show that my index finger and thumb were about a millimeter apart.
All I could think was: THANK GOD HE DIDN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING PAST THE SINGING PART! Seeing Hiccup that way freaked me out a little, and it made me want to keep him away from Butterbeer as much as possible. If a little syrup of Hellebore could turn him homosexual and make him act like that, what would alcohol do to him?
Hiccup's P.O.V
I cannot believe I did all that to poor Jack. Thank the gods he's such a good friend.
Now, I wasn't really in control of my actions there, I just want to make that clear. It was like I was in the passenger seat while another side of me took the wheel. And apparently, the 'other side of me' was the side that was totally in love with Jack. Without my sarcasm and self-control, I turned into… that. A singing mess that had no respect for personal boundaries.
Did I let on that I remembered all of it? Absolutely not! Just claim that the ingredients did that to you, Haddock, and the world will be back in orbit. Besides, I almost said 'I love you' to Jack. How was I going to play that one off?
We headed down to the dungeons to grab our stuff, which was unceremoniously thrown into the hallway, probably by none other than Pitch. We gathered everything up, and went to our next class: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
I wasn't technically good in that subject, but with Jack as my partner I was doing better than before. You see, my instinct is always to duck and cover, seeing how I don't have the 'fight back' mentality. Growing up on a dragon-infested island didn't give me any leverage either; I was a wimp.
Being on the good side of the teacher always helped too. Professor Bunnymund helped me the most that he could, because I apparently reminded him about some Jaime kid he met a while back on this crazy adventure…
"Hiccup, are you even listening to me?" Jack said, shaking my shoulder.
"In all honesty, no." I said.
"Well, I feel loved." Jack said, pouting.
"Well, sorry the potion got me all spacey!" I said, playfully snapping at him. Jack snapped out of his pout and smiled.
"Don't blame it on the potion, Frecks. You've always been spacey." Jack said, on his high horse.
"Always?" I said, looking at him through the hair that fell into my face. I brushed it aside. "You've only known me since this year!"
"I think we've had this conversation before." Jack said. "I've known of you since first year, we just haven't talked until now." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I said, as we walked into the classroom.
The place was unrecognizable. The desks and chairs were gone, and everyone was practicing a spell that, surprisingly, I didn't know the name of. Bunnymund was watching over everyone… until Jack and I walked into the classroom.
"Bite-size!" Bunnymund yelled. "I was wondering where your skinny arse was. You never miss a class." His heavy Australian accent warped the sentence, making it funnier than it should have.
"Sorry, Professor Kangaroo, we had an incident with potions…" Jack said, shrugging.
"Oi, Frostbite." The gigantic bunny said, taking a boomerang out of its holster from his back. "I'm not a kangaroo, mate."
"Whatever." Jack said, rolling his eyes and smiling.
"Why do you hang out with him?" the professor asked me, and I just shrugged. "So what happened to you under Pitch's watch? Explosion?"
"No, actually." I said, putting my backpack against a wall. "I drank a Draught of Peace and got all loopy." I didn't exactly want to go into detail. That would be just slightly awkward.
"Poor Bite-size," Bunnymund said, no sarcasm in his voice. He didn't know what sarcasm was; he meant everything he said. "I'm gonna have to have a word with Pitch. Having his kids do dangerous things in class…" Bunnymund clicked his tongue, his nose twitching.
"Oh, yeah, like this isn't dangerous." I said rolling my eyes.
"It isn't actually. Not this time at least." Bunnymund said, looking around appreciatively. "They're Patronuses."
"I've read about them!" I said, suddenly happy. "I've been waiting to cover these all year!"
Bunnymund laughed. "Try it then. Expecto Patronum." He said, reminding me of the incantation. I whipped out my wand and I was about to say the words when it hit me; you needed a happiest memory in order to produce a Patronus.
What was my happiest memory? I had to think about that one. Anything from Berk was far from happy, and meeting Toothless was way scarier than it seemed. Flying on Toothless, maybe?...
"Expecto Patronum!" I said quietly, and a wisp of white smoke trailed from the tip of my wand.
"C'mon, you got to try harder than that, Freckles!" Jack said laughing, his wand at the ready. "Like this!" He scrunched his eyes up really tight and opened them in a flash. "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled, and realistic snowflakes were swirling around the room, as if wind was blowing them out of control.
"Nice job, Frostbite." Professor Bunnymund said, clapping Jack on the back. "What's your memory?" He asked. Jack froze and the snowflakes disappeared.
"My-my memory?" Jack asked.
"The memory. Your happiest memory?" Bunnymund said, as if Jack was slow.
"It's nothing… just… just my sister." Jack replied in a quiet voice. I could tell he was lying by the way his eyes found mine. Weird. Why would Jack lie about his happiest memory?
I started thinking about Jack and Lauren. My best friends in the universe and they make me feel complete, like I belong. Then all I was thinking about was Jack. The sleep-over we had a couple days ago… the kiss we almost sorta shared yesterday…
I opened my eyes, which I didn't even know they were closed, and smiled. I found my happiest memory. I twirled my wand around in my hand, before I found a comfortable grip. I twirled my wand unimpressively.
"Expecto Patronum!" I breathed.
A dragon, a scale model of Toothless more like, erupted from my wand. Silvery and misty, it glided around the classroom with as much grace the actual Toothless had. I watched it dart from one corner to the other, doing corkscrew spirals and sharp turns.
That's when I noticed that everyone was watching my Patronus. Stage-fright hit me square in the chest, and the dragon faded away. Some of my classmates actually 'Aww'ed.
"Nice one, Bite-size!" Bunnymund said, patting me on the back. "I've never seen a dragon Patronus before."
"Hiccup!" Jack said, rushing over to me. "That was awesome! I can't believe…!" His hands went over his mouth quickly and when he spoke again it was barely a whisper. "That was Toothless!" He said shocked.
"Well, yeah." I said, like it was obvious. "And leave it to you to have snowflakes as your Patronus." I rolled my eyes. He pushed my shoulder, laughing lightly.
"Whatever, Freckles. You know I'm just as unpredictable as snow," Jack said.
"Yeah and just as irritating…" Hiccup mumbled.
"WHAT?" Jack yelled. "Snow is amazing, for your information, not irritating!" Jack was poking his chest now. "And you, sir, cannot say otherwise!" I swatted his hand away, laughing.
"There's a thing back in America. It's called 'freedom of speech.' I think it applies." I said. Jack was in my face, his expression hard, but the look didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Well, Freckles, we aren't in America, are we?" He said. He sounded menacing to everyone else, but I knew better. There was something in his voice… he was definitely teasing but there was something even under that… it wasn't possible that he was flirting… was it? Nope, not possible.
"Nope, I know my geography." I said, joking, not moving an inch away. Jack actually moved closer, his eyes narrow and his lips pursed into a line.
"That's only because you're a nerd." He said.
"Oh, yeah?" I challenged.
"Yeah…" Jack replied.
I remembered where we were, and I pushed Jack away from me hastily, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. There was definitely a blush on my face, but I had every reason to be blushing! Our faces were so close, let alone in public!
The rest of class passed uneventfully, but what could happen? We practiced a couple more Patronuses, but I wasn't up to it. I didn't want to think about Jack more than I had to. The final bell rang and everyone rushed out of the classroom. I went to collect my backpack.
"Hey, Bitesize." Bunnymund said.
"Yes, Professor?" I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I glanced at Jack, who was waiting for me at the door.
"Could I talk to you for a second? Alone?" The giant bunny asked.
"Of course." I looked at Jack. "I'll catch up." I mouthed to him. He nodded and waved good-bye. "Is there something wrong? Am I in trouble?" I asked, trying to suppress the frantic air that was certainly in my voice.
"Nah, nah, Hiccup. You're a good kid." He said. "I need to ask you something, though. You don't have to answer, but…"
"Yes…?" I said.
"Are you and Jack… a thing?" Bunnymund blurted out. If I had taken a sip of something, it would have been sprayed all over the bunny's face.
"What?" I said. "We-we –we're just friends!"
"I thought you would say that." Bunnymund sighed.
"Why would you think something like that?" I said, calmly. I needed to know. Was I being too obvious? If a teacher noticed, Jack would have noticed too. If that was the case, then why hasn't he said anything?
"You two have gotten pretty close. I even made your nicknames similar because you blokes are practically inseparable!" Bunnymund said, explaining himself.
"Well, nothing's going on…" I said trailing off and finishing the sentence in my head, 'nothing that I know about, at least.'
"Get going, Hiccup. Classes are over anyway. See you tomorrow." Bunnymund said.
"Bye, Professor." I said, heading out the door.
That was odd. Very odd. Looks like Bunnymund has more intuition than I expected. I was walking down the hall for a while, lost in thought, when I almost tripped.
"Nice grace, Freckles." A voice said, laughing.
"Jack! I swear I didn't see you!" I said. He was sitting on the floor, back against the marble wall and feet outstretched. He was basically folded in half with laughter.
"What? Did you think I would leave you alone with that Kangaroo?" Jack said, standing up. He brushed himself off, like there was anything on him, and looked at me.
"Well?" I asked.
"Well what?" Jack responded.
"Should we get going? We have a lot of homework to finish." I said. Jack groaned. "C'mon let's go to the library."
"The library's for chumps." Jack said, pouting. "Let's go to the Room of Requirement, that way we can chill out when we get finished."
"Fine, fine… let's go…" I said. I didn't really like the idea of being in a room alone with him… maybe. I know I ruined everything, and I'm making up most of the things I see him do that has anything to do with flirting but…
Argh. I can't explain it. I just had a feeling that something was up. But I didn't know if that something was good or bad, so I kept my mouth shut as we trekked to the Room of Requirement.
*High of 75 by Relient K
**Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab
Both are beautiful songs, and not mine.
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