DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'Harry Potter' or 'The Twilight Saga' or any of the characters (though I'd like to). They're the property of J.K. Rowling & Stephenie Meyer.
Jacob looked from Harry, Ron, and Hermione's twin looks of horror to a tawny barn owl approaching the Gryffindor table. It had two thin parcels, one long and the other short, clutched in its' talons. It still amazed Jacob that owls were the primary source of mail in the wizarding world.
The owl dropped the parcels on his lap and took off through the window for the owl tower. Jacob picked up the parcels and looked toward Harry, Ron, and Hermione, a questioning look on his tanned face. Opening the short parcel, Jacob found a stick inside.
Jacob took it out and immediately felt a gust of warm energy engulf him. His black eyes widened and he looked toward Harry, Ron, and Hermione and asked them, "What just happened?"
"Well, if what you say is true, then the magic in the wand was responding to the magic in your blood", Hermione explained to Jacob, the fervor of knowledge gleaming in her brown eyes.
"Huh", was Jacob's reply to this. He took another minute to stare at the wand before moving to the next parcel. Opening it, he found a broom inside.
"A Nimbus Two Thousand? Really, Harry?" Ron asked all of a sudden.
"Hey, my first broom was a Nimbus Two Thousand. I figured it would be the perfect first broom for Jake", Harry replied, giving the broom a fond look.
"What do I do with it?" Jacob asked Harry, confused by the broom.
"You ride it for Quidditch, which as Team Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team; I have selected you to be Seeker", Harry went on to tell Jake.
"What's a 'Seeker'?" Jacob inquired.
"Come to Quidditch practice tomorrow night and I'll clue you in", Harry informed him as he got up from the table.
Hermione, Ron, and Jacob followed suit. As they were leaving the Great Hall, Jacob collided with someone. Stepping back, he looked down to see this pretty strawberry blonde girl with intense smoky hazel eyes glaring up at him.
"Watch where you're going, buddy", spat the girl, speaking with an Irish brogue.
Jacob knew he shouldn't get offended by the girl's behavior, but his anger flared. Returning the glare, Jacob hissed, "Well, maybe you should watch where you're going".
"You really want to get into this with me, tough guy?" snapped the girl.
"Yeah, I do", retorted Jacob and took a step closer to the girl.
He expected the girl to take a step back but she didn't. She stood her ground, which was actually kind of admirable. Placing her hands on her thin hips, she gave Jacob a glare that would make smaller men than him go crying to their mommies but Jacob didn't move. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction that she actually impressed/frightened him with her stature.
"Go ahead; take your best shot, but just to be clear: everyone is watching us and Professor Snape is on his way to break up this little fight", the girl told Jacob.
Sure enough, the black robed and stern-looking Professor Snape was marching his way over to the two of them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped into his path before he could reach Jacob and the girl.
"Professor Snape, we can explain…" began Harry.
"What Harry means to say is…" Hermione picked up.
"Please don't take any more points from Gryffindor!" Ron begged.
Hermione elbowed Ron roughly in the ribs and gave him a look. Professor Snape just ignored the three young wizards and continued his march over to Jacob and the girl.
"Mr. Black, Miss Wilde, I hope that there is no trouble brewing", Professor Snape addressed the two teenagers.
"Don't look at me, Professor. I'm not the one that started it this time", Miss Wilde told Professor Snape, assuming an innocent expression.
"I'm holding you guilty as much as I'm holding Mr. Black guilty", Professor Snape said to Miss Wilde.
Jacob couldn't help but to smirk in Miss Wilde's direction which caused Professor Snape to give him a look. "Mr. Black", Professor Snape addressed Jacob, garnering his full attention.
"I understand that you're new to the school, but we have rules, young man; rules that are expected to be obeyed. I hope you don't follow in the steps of some of our other students and think yourself above the rules because you most certainly are not", Professor Snape went on to tell Jacob.
"What he means is that you three best not give Mr. Black here any ideas", Miss Wilde informed Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a snarky tone.
"I don't need you to add on to my speeches, Miss Wilde", snapped Professor Snape.
"Ha!" Jacob said to Miss Wilde, garnering another glare from her.
"Heed my advice, Mr. Black, lest you do not wish a punishment befitting someone of your racial circumstance upon that pretty head of yours'", Professor Snape continued to say.
"My what?" Jacob asked Professor Snape, confused by his use of words.
"You know what I mean. I knew your uncle, boy, so do not cross me", snapped Professor Snape and with a whip of his long, black robes, walked away.
"Whew! For a second there, I thought he was going to…" Ron began to say to Jacob.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor! And ten points from Ravenclaw, Miss Wilde!" Professor Snape shouted over his shoulder.
"Aw, come on!" Ron cried.
"Why does she get ten points taken when we get twenty?" demanded Jacob but Professor Snape had already turned the corner and was gone.
"I guess Professor Snape felt friendly this morning, which works in both mine and my house's favor", Miss Wilde said with a teasing smile at Jacob.
"This is all your fault", Jacob sneered at Miss Wilde.
"You're partially to blame, Mr. Black. You just had to get mean with me", pointed out Miss Wilde.
"I wouldn't have gotten mean if you hadn't provoked me", retorted Jacob.
"Enough already! We have gotten twenty points taken from us already. I say let's not get another twenty taken by missing Professor McGonagall's class", Hermione said to Jacob and Miss Wilde, stepping in between them.
"Fair enough, Hermione. I've done enough damage for today. I hope to never see you again, Mr. Black", Miss Wilde agreed and with one last glare in Jacob's direction, she walked away.
Once she had gone, Jacob turned and punched the wall, leaving a dent and causing the occupants of a bordering painting to scream and flee for the next painting.
"Someone got under your skin", commented Ron with a raise of his eyebrows.
"If I ever see her again…" Jacob began to threaten.
"Which you're going to; she's in our Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures' classes. You have no choice but to get used to Livvy Wilde", Hermione informed Jacob.
Jacob closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He just couldn't believe his luck. That girl, Livvy, was trouble. She ignited his anger real easy. With his anger came the shakes that led to his transformation into a wolf. He had to keep himself in check always.
Now he felt afraid for what Livvy Wilde could unleash in him. He wanted to get accepted in this freak world, not gain fear and suspicion. He had a sneaking suspicion that in this world, werewolves weren't so widely accepted as they were in his tribe. He had to be careful, or else he was going home and he couldn't do that. Not when Uncle Sirius was still missing.
For the sake of Uncle Sirius, he had to keep himself under control.
* Can Jacob keep himself under control? Can he and Livvy work together harmoniously? Find out when we continue the adventure in Chapter 4!