Jacob shook his head, as Becca and Nia pointed out the obvious icing on his face. He will NEVER go mattress surfing with cake, again. NEVER! Jacob just stood there, in one hand the plate with some smashed peices of cake still on it. And in the other, he held his beaters bat, for some reason it was also covered in icing. Jacob watched JD's snitch fly freely around the common room

Suddenly something soft landed on him, with a SLPAT! Jacob didn't even have to wonder what it was. He forced a smile and said sarcasticly "Perfect! Just what I needed!"... 'Breath... Breath... Breath'

Jacob's hand tightened around the bat, his knuckles turning white. He was fighting the urge to turn around and hit who ever just did that... he didn't want to start a fight at the party. He heard the apology, but didn't want to see who it was. It was bad enough. Jacob swung at the snitch angrily as it flew by him. (completely missing the tiny speedy ball, of course)