Originally Posted by Walrus

Jacob didn't know how to respond to the mans question. He felt that if he told the truth there would be yelling. And big Punishment.

Jacob looked at the chair behind him. Okay Jacob, You can do this. He slowly backed into the seat, and the second his butt hit surface, Jacob winced. Torture! the man was trying to torture him! And he was succeeding! He then looked up at Vindictus, and thought it better just to tell the man. "It's my wand, sir" Jacob said and put on a sort of Don't-Beat-Me! kind of face.

Jacob wanted to change the subject of why he came down here, but he had already started, theres no stopping now. "Well, proffesor." he started explaining the situation. "My wand was sitting in my back pocket. and It sort of sent sparks out, for some reason." Jacob stopped to think of how he was going to explain the rest. "And my pants sort of caught fire, along with the couch in the common room. and well as my butt was burning, the wand kind of.... burned along with." yup and that was his story. And it was truth... well at least what he could remember. It all happened so quickly.