Jacob almost skipped into the great hall. He felt... diffrent. This year went by so slowly. Without Quidditch, the term is like a torturous painful long process of work. This term he was quite depressed and completely insane. This term had made him feel like an outsider, he was completely alone. No one really talked to him, and he had to admit, he didnt want to talk to anyone too. He felt like he had felt in his first year, he was diffrent. He knew nothing and no one.

But now, now Jacob was happy. Jacob was going home. He could break out his broom and fly after those poor birdies and taking swings at them with his bat. in just a few hours he would be Back to his little island, back to sword fighting with his grandpa-pa, back to taking care of those ancient ships. Back to being himself, Back to being a pirate.

Then the term will start again... but this time WITH Quidditch. Jacob had so much to look forward to.

Jacob actually Skipped his way over to the Ravenclaw table, and tried to keep himself from yelling out in joy. He simply nodded to Vashti, because right now he wouldn't be to controll what came out. So Jacob took a seat, and watched as the rest of the students filed in.