Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

Jake's heart sank.

All the way down to the dungeons.

His face visibly showed the horror that he felt, from having to copy out LEGIBLY and ACCURATELY. Ugh, if only he brought that bunch of quills he had to do his homework with the right spelling and stuff. But no, he'd been hiding them.

"Again?" Jake repeated weakly, having no doubt that he would probably fail in his task. Taking the book from Shackleton, Jake read through the contents page and studied it carefully, looking for the letter that resembled a 'B'. After that, he knew the word 'rain' would come next, but it took him about five minutes or so to locate the appropriate chapter where the information about brain tumors were located.

Propping the book on his lap so it leant against the table, Jake studied the words closely. His best chance was the list of bullet points. He could just copy the words... like a drawing. That might just do it. He got to work, his quill moving painstakingy slowly and the writing large and childish, with backwards letters (from where he recognised words and wrote them himself) and occasional inkblots. As his left hand wrote, Jake's painful right hand kept up under what he was copying, though he way have missed a letter or two.



Finally, after TOOOO LONGGGGG trying to write it perfectly, Jake, with an intense headache at the front of his head, and a pained expression on his face, pushed the parchment towards MacShack, looking a little worse for wear. "Done," he said meekly.