Recent content by Jack Skelton

Jack smiled uncertainly. There was nothing pathetic, at least in his mind, about trying out in your seventh year. Wasn't it better to be brave in the end than to never be brave at all? But perhaps that wasn't what Ezra meant. Not everybody was afraid of flying. He probably just didn't want to...

"Is he not?" said Jack, who still hadn't worked up the courage to look down at the pitch. He tried now, leaning forward in his seat, but chickened out before the grass came into view. "Oh yeah - you're right. That's strange. Maybe he's just ill?" Of course, if Jack had actually seen the team, he...

Tea! Why hadn't Jack thought to bring tea? He smiled, shuffling along the bench a bit, although there was plenty of room for the both of them. Politeness was a difficult habit to break. "Yeah! I'm fine," he said, a little too quickly. He was fine. The creaking and knocking sounds coming from...

Jack gripped the railing as he made his way up the stands, leaving a clammy residue as he went. He'd started to challenge himself this year; baby steps at first, sitting in the dormitory window, taking the bridge instead of the long route down to Herbology, and so on, building up his tolerance...

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

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