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Jake hadn't even begun shopping yet. But he couldn't care less. After all, he hadn't even been sorted yet, so he didn't have his school list or anything. And his father wasn't free today, but he had promised his son to help him shop after he'd been sorted. Which was slightly annoying in Jake's opinion. He worshipped his father, of course - it was his mother he was ashamed of - but he wasn't a child any more (well, he was 11, but in his opinion that wasn't childish), and he felt he should be entitled to shop alone. So he thought his father was being slightly unreasonable, promising to accompany him. But oh well. He was here, wasn't he? Looking around, enjoying the shops and the hub-bub of the busy street. Perhaps he could even sneak off for a look down bleakstreet. His father would never know, after all. Unless some stupid old witch recognised him. Which he was sure wouldn't happen. Just as this thought was occuring to Jake, he heard a noise and spun around. There was a girl, about his age, standing right behind him. She cleared her throat again. Jake frowned. What was she doing? And why was she there? He sneered at her, making it quite clear that he wanted to be left alone. But she just stood there, looking at him. After a solid 5 minutes of her just staring and him trying to ignore her, he spoke.
"What?" he sneered, menacingly.
"What?" he sneered, menacingly.