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awakemysoul
Jacob settled up against a tree on the short of the Great Lake. He smiled slightly, thinking about what a nice day it was. Before too long, it would be too cold for him to do his homework out here, so he was going to enjoy what was left of the warmish weather before it was all gone.
He did intend to actually work on his homework, yes -- he was a Ravenclaw, after all -- but he had been thinking about writing his brother for quite some time. Maybe he could do that first and get it out of the way, then stop by the Owlery on his way back inside. Yeah, that was a good idea. He pulled out a piece of parchment and his favorite quill and began to write:
Dear Jared,
Hey, how's it going? How are things at Ilvermorny? Are you dating that MACUSA girl you were telling me about yet?
Speaking of which (sort of), I wanted to ask you some questions. I am not looking to date anyone right now, but I am lacking in the friend department. I've met a couple of people who seem pretty cool, but I don't know. I don't have a knack for making people like me, not like you do. So I wanted to know... How do you do it?
He frowned at the parchment. This all sounded kind of pathetic. Maybe he should start over and find a way to bring it up more naturally. And not like a total whiny baby loser. He bit his lip, considering, before crumpling the parchment with a sigh.
Several fleeting glances out her Divination tower window had told Laurel that it was going to be a nice day for a walk on the grounds. It was still warm, since winter hadn't come just yet to Scotland, so it was a big shame to waste a nice day by being cooped up inside her tower for all of it.
Laurel had work to do, but which professor didn't? Putting on a green cloak over her robes and slipping into a pair of comfortable shoes she left her tower and made her way down the castle staircases in quick succession, greeting students as she went, until she stepped outside and could breath in the fresh fall air.
In a slow pace she followed the path towards the lake, not thinking about anything for a change until she spotted a boy figure settled up against a tree. Curiously Laurel walked closer, recognizing who sat with his back against the bark. With a gesture to the crumpled paper she asked
"Who has made you angry Jacob?"