[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989755-dcbb-757d-abd0-fb53f7f9c333.webp[/img][hr][COLOR=9A5B8A]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy 
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[/center][hr][hr]	Connie wasn’t sure what he meant? That was okay - Jake wasn’t sure about a lot of things. He could empathize with the feeling. That was so cool, though, that she already knew! He hoped he would find out soon. He liked the idea of being able to do magic. It didn’t occur to him that it was entirely possible he might not have had [i]any[/i] magic. It would have been silly. He was at Strange Academy, a school for magic, so he must have magic since he was there. Did he remember how he got there? No. But he [i]knew[/i] that he belonged here. [COLOR=9A5B8A]”Oh! I get confused! I totally get confused!”[/color] he reassured her. [COLOR=9A5B8A]”I just don’t know what kind of magic I have, so I’m really excited to find out!!”[/color] 

	Roommates? He’d love to be roommates with Connie! It sounded fun! Of course, he wanted to be roommates with his best friend, Finley. But he could be roommates with everyone!! It was the best idea he’d ever had!! Jake was practically bouncing where he stood, filled with energy and a sudden urge to just fucking [i]run[/i]. How fast could he run? He didn’t know, but he wanted to know!

	He whined a bit in disappointment when he pulled out his key, though, and it didn’t match Connie. Or Pedro. He liked what Pedro had said about picking other names, though. Or having a family. He didn’t think he had a family. He would have known if he did, right? What would he want for another name? Something cool, something fun, something like… [i]Big Dog.[/i] Yes. He was going to ask people to call him Big Dog! But as he went to open his mouth to request it, it was like his tongue was strangely uncooperative, almost tied. 

	His shoulders slumped a bit. Just Jake, then. But that was okay!! His smile immediately returned. He loved being Jake!! Jake, Jake, Jake!!

	[COLOR=9A5B8A]”Wait… Curses are [i]cold[/i]?”[/color] Jake’s eyes widened, his train of thought rapidly derailing - or rather, finding an alternate track. [COLOR=9A5B8A]”I don’t think I want to be cursed then.”[/color] He shuddered a bit at the thought. Was this what he was supposed to protect them all from? From the curse? It made sense. The curse was cold and Jake knew that the cold was bad - it made his insides feel all funny, and his chest tight. [COLOR=9A5B8A]”Can I protect you all from the curse? Please?”[/color]

	And then, as Barty gave his farewells, Jake waved at him happily. [COLOR=9A5B8A]”Bye, Barty!!!”[/color]

	Until it occurred to him. 

	He didn’t know how to read. 

	He eyed Connie and Pedro. 

	[COLOR=9A5B8A]”Do you guys know how to read already?”[/color]