John O'Neill
Face-to-face interaction isn't my thing
Wed Apr 16, 2014 11:51

Although many of Jack’s friends (both magical and muggle) went on annual camping trips, his family had never caught on to the craze. Just thinking about the mud and questionable toiletry facilities was enough to cause his Ma’s nose to wrinkle. Jack, however, was excited by the idea. Perhaps, the Cooney’s might let him tag along when they went down to Kerry next year. If he were to spend all his time at RMI camping on the Quidditch Pitch, Jack thought he would be able to deal with it. The games were fun, the people pretty pleasant. So far school was turning out to be surprisingly satisfactory. Nevertheless it was crucial that he remain cautious. When merriment ceased and the work started life was compelled to go downhill.

It was like one huge conspiracy. The anxious parents would have their guilt soothed by the stream of long letters depicting a joyous life at boarding school, their child was content and they had chosen the right school after all. Then, safe with the knowledge that the parents were less likely to get cold feet than before, the school could toss out the punishments and load on the work. Adults are inclined to view themselves as cunning and clever. But Jack was not fooled by their schemes. In spite of this Jack was having a lark. There hadn’t been anything to hate, although Jack had tried. He really had. He had wasted a good few minutes attempting to spoil his mood so that the anger he felt towards his parent would not be unjustified. Yet, from the tune he was whistling on his way to the diner it was clear that his efforts had failed.

Jack was half way through ‘Britches full of Stitches’ when he arrived outside the room and paused briefly in his rendition, to squint at the sheet. He looked to be buddied up with a Rosalie and Cayden? Sounded good to him. He was used to girls, having sisters and all. Besides he’d have Cayden to back him up if all Rosalie wanted to do was yack on about girlie shoes and feelings or something. Still humming the polka tune, Jack glanced around for Cayden, not entirely sure what he was supposed to be looking for.

He didn’t noticed his mentor at first. This was mainly because Jack had been expecting another boy. He didn’t know why, but he’d immediately assumed anyone with the name Cayden had to be a lad. Then again he’d met a girl called Jack before (thankfully none named John) and shrugged his shoulders slightly embarrassed. In an effort to be ‘cool’ Jack strutted over to the table and tried not to look too impressed by the small displays of magic around him. The closer he got to Cayden the quicker his confidence began to slip away. He was use to being around people the same age or younger and wasn’t sure how to address the older girl. Didn’t they generally think kids with Jack’s level of maturity were a waste of time? He shook some of his brown hair out of his face, his granny insisted it was getting too long but had yet to reach his shoulders. She was dressed to impress- or Jack was just under-dressed. He had on a worn red jumper, a pair of dusty jeans and muddy converse. He had never felt so out of place before in his life, which was saying something since Jack never really felt he fit in.

“Uuuh, I- err” was all he managed to squeak out. Worried he might be drooling or have food on his face, Jack reached up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Finally, he flopped down on the seat opposite Cayden and uttered a delayed greeting whilst sticking out his hand for her to shake, “Jack, and I’m guessing you’re Cayden. Yeah?”
He grinned weakly and tried to banish his worries with thoughts of flying and strawberry cheesecake. It kinda worked.

  • It felt like such a long time since Cayden had been back to Rocky Mountain. The summer had seemed to stretch on longer than anything and the fourteen year old was happy to be back. Most of her time... more
    • Face-to-face interaction isn't my thing — John O'Neill , Wed Apr 16 11:51
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