 Patroclus, Chris and BESTIEEE! curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Jack frowned and felt his cheeks heat up. "Oh, this?" he asked. Abandoning his original plan to lie and say it was a bludger, he felt it better to just go with the truth. Sigh. "Ummm, Cam Karsten seems to be under the impression that Reese Upstead has given me a love potion," he groaned. Merlin help that psychotic child. "And he thought if he gave me a punching telescope, he'd knock the effects out of me," he grumbled.
"No matter though, I'll get some bruise remover from my bro before he heads down to his common room," he explained. Merlin knew that Justin Fritzera had caused his fair share of relationship drama in the past...and endured a few fists to the face in the process. Not cooooool.
He looked up at the girl that Chris had greeted--LouAnn, she was called--and wrinkled his eyebrows. She looked familiar...had he seen her before? He was sure he had, and then yet again, he had just seen her get sorted. "Hi, I'm Jack," he said with a smile as Chris called her over. He tapped his chin before asking the question burning on his mind. "Erm...have we met before?" he asked.
He laughed as Patroclus said he was going to leave. "Nonsense! We're all Gryffindors here and you're certainly not uncool," he assured the dude with another grin. No Quidditch player could EVER be uncool. Except himself that was. But he was new, confident Jack! So the uncool phase was like...done.
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