 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Jack walked into the Great Hall, all of his anger from the incident on the train vanishing as he took in the sights of the long house tables, the floating candles, and the enchanted ceiling up above. Sure, he looked like a panda with the ginormous BRUISE on his forehead and his eye, but he had stolen a bit of makeup out of Reese's bag when she wasn't looking don't tell her! so it didn't look AS horrible as it had before. Plus, he could always just say he had gotten hit with a bludger or something. He could come off as a very talented, hard working Quidditch player--which he was. No one had to know he had been punched by a telescope and nearly gotten a concussion.
He walked to the Gryffindor table, finding the place remotely empty at the moment. Ahh well, that meant he could get a good seat! He was weirdly anxious to watch the sorting this year too...he was already planning on pouncing on the newbies and recruiting them for the house team. Was this what ALL Quidditch Captains felt like at the Start of Term feast? Hmmmm...he wondered.
He took a place on the bench and looked around. No sign of Reese, or that little pest Cam. He knew he had been trying to HELP him (or so he thought) but honestly, sometimes just butting out was fine enough.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |