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BanaBatGirl 
Jake was INSANE. HA. Totally nutcracker nuts.
And Fletcher thought it was awesome. He had never really met a crazy person before, unless one counted crazy girls who liked to slap his face, and he had NEVER met a person like Jake.
"Niiiiiiice," he actually complimented his fellow Puff, peeking over his bed to watch his sheets blow away. He was a little rusty when it came to thinking on his feet but Jake, apparently, was not. "Can you get it to make itself too?"
He sucked at those housekeeping spells. Just ask Rae. He also sucked at... catching butterflies, or whatever that thing flapping towards him was supposed to be.
"YOUR CHOICE!" the Glitterpuff hollered back, popping up dramatically from behind the bed and pointing his wand toward the sheet!moth. A stream of real, live, hot fire burst forth from the tip and ignited just the fancily-folded sheet.
Heh. That worked. Good thing there were no Muggle fire alarms here.
Jake had to grin.
Nice? Why yes... yes it was.
"Oh yes," the young man called back as though they were discussing politics over a nice cup of tea rather than doing what appeared to be re-staging the Battle of Hogwarts.
Sniff.
Sniffsniff.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF.
Was that FIRE?! Since when was this a battle of the elements?!
Jake, of course, was one to freak out at bizzare moments, but this was far from one of those times. There was now a flying moth... butterfly... freak thing which was on FIYAH!
"AGUAMENTI!" Jake yelled, pointing his want out of the gap of his cover and let forth a burst of water not unlike a firehose... which miiiiight have caught Fletcher.
Hey, HE could be on fire!
Using that as somewhat of a distraction, Jake let the now soaked sheet fly straight at Fletcher, whilst at the same time bursting from his hiding place, leaping over the bare bed and bringing the pillow around at the other seventh year as he LEAPT through the air.
... wet feathers did not smell pleasant.