[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989755-dcbb-757d-abd0-fb53f7f9c333.webp[/img][hr][COLOR=9A5B8A]Location:[/color] the Feasting Hall
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Wild Magic Build Up:[/color] triggers on a 1-5
[/center][hr][hr]	Jake was positively vibrating with excitement, as he found himself in the Feasting Hall, surrounded by friends he had yet to meet! So much of the school was here and he stared at his fellow classmates with awe, suddenly enamored with the possibilities before him. There were so many people he didn't know, so many types of magic he had yet to see, so many stories that hadn't been told! And had he not been there to spend time with the friends he had made so far, he would have rushed about from table to table, frantically introducing himself until the next person caught his eye, sending him running off again, almost tripping over his own feet. Instead, though, he had a critical job to do. He was brought here to protect and defend, to keep his friends happy and safe and free from harm - and there would be no greater harm than not having a place to sit! 

	So he had practically materialized in the hall the moment the doors had opened, securing a table with enough spots for all of them - it was large and circular, meaning that everyone could see everyone. He was thrilled! He'd done such a great job! There were pieces of paper with scribbles on them, he didn't know if those were important or not, but he didn't bother with them, instead sitting on the table itself, his feet propped up on a chair, as he watched the entrance with great intensity. Each time he saw someone in the coven system, he waved at them frantically, shouting their name if he knew it - and if he didn't, just going - [COLOR=9A5B8A]"Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!!!!"[/color] to get the point across. 

	His attire had changed from earlier in the day, on account of how filthy he had gotten playing with Frankie. He didn't have any other clothes, so he was wearing some of Frankie's - an olive sweater with a white undershirt and dark trousers. His new friend had even let him keep a little bit of the blood on his face, specifically on his cheek - it was something called [i]rogue[/i] - or was it [i]rouge?[/i] he didn't remember - and it was supposed to make him cute! Jake really liked that. He liked being cute. He hoped Cassie would like it, too! He really liked Cassie. She was one of his favorites. Nicky and Connie and Barty were favorites, too! And everyone else was just a favorite he hadn't gotten to know yet! Frankie was his most favorite, though. His face felt strange and hot around him, and his fingers tingled in a way that didn't make sense, and when he had parted ways from Frankie after their game, something cold had settled in him. It was the same sort of cold he felt when he'd left Nicky earlier that day, but a little stronger, a little more intense. He didn't know what any of it meant, though.