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Jack glanced both ways down the corridor. Presumably, there was no rule stopping him from knocking on the prefects' common room door, but he couldn't help feeling as if he was somewhere he oughtn't be. Perhaps it was just his guilty conscience. In the last week alone, he'd stolen wormwood from...

Jack ran, keeping a few paces behind Ainmere. If the professor did catch them, they'd get him first.

Freed from his bind, Jack slid out from under the window and hopped off the crate. But those extra few seconds stuck on the window had cost them dearly, for a professor had seen them, and he was fast approaching. "S**t," he said. "Leg it!"

Really? Jack found it hard to believe Ainmere wasn't a popular girl. He smiled at the idea of her being like him - awkward, lonely, a misfit. That was probably a bit of a stretch. But she must have been telling the truth if sticking around with him sounded appealing. "It's a bit of both," he...

"Sure," Jack said. "If you don't want to be my friend." Immediately he regretted offering her the choice. Finding out that Ainmere was a witch had been the silver lining in moving to Aotearoa. The chances had been so slim, he could only conclude there was some divine intervention, though he...

When Ainmere looked down, so did Jack, his cheeks turning pink. Why did he steal? Professor Carter would probably have given him a few stems of wormwood if he'd asked. But the asking part was more scary than the stealing part, and it wasn't half as exciting. "They say if you see someone doing a...

"Well, any time is better than no time," Jack hedged. He thought Ainmere was about to drag him out by his ankles, but to his surprise, she joined him under the window instead. "Oh, hello. Do you want some, too? I mean, do you want to help me 'prune' them?" Grinning, he poked around for another...

Jack was uprooting a second stem when a voice startled him so hard he hit his head on the window latch. “Oh, hi,” he said. Probably not the person he wanted to catch him stealing plants, but it was better than a professor. "It's not stealing. It's for science!" He'd tried to tell her grandfather...

It was a day ending in a 'y', so naturally, Jack was up to no good. For the last fifteen minutes, he had been lurking behind a rosebush trying very hard to look as if he were merely studying the flowers, but now he was on the move; through the garden, around a wheelbarrow, and up to the...

Mate if Jack were older

I gotchu :cool:

Jack listened to Ainmere's story with growing sadness. He didn't know her, but he knew her pain. Suddenly his own problems didn't seem so large any more. "I'm sure he has," he said, though without knowing her grandfather he couldn't be certain. He just couldn't bear not to at least try to...

Emziies!! I can offer Jack for Gregory for positive interactions! They'd be new dormmates and Jack's a sweet, introverted kid with a lot of experience with not fitting in. Lemme know if you'd be keen, I can probs start something!

"Oh," said Jack. "That's a bit extreme, isn't it? You could've just knocked them out." He glanced at Ainmere to see if she had appreciated his joke, only to realise she was crying again. Then it hit him. What if the wound was still fresh? "Sorry, that was really bad. Are you...?" Instead of...

Jack climbed over the swing and sat down on it. Obviously the girl was crying, but he didn't argue, or even acknowledge her denial. As long as she was all right, it wasn't any of his business. The chains squeaked as he swung gently back and forth, keeping the toes of his shoes anchored in the...

Jack dribbled a stone along the lamplit street, watching it skitter and bounce against the kerb. Though it was dark, it was still warm, and the large, detached houses were lit up all the way down the lane. It was a nice road. He knew it like the back of his hand, for he had lived on it all his...