Familiar Faces PV Jack Warren Closed

@Aaron Jones

It was a different experience being in the great hall without the majority of the student body being in attendance. Jack sat on one of the long benches, his chin resting on his arm. The past few weeks had been a blur for the boy. First the fire, then becoming a prefect. Willow had actually burned him to a crisp, and his memory was somewhat hazy after that. He knew it was accidental, so no ill feelings were being harbored. Magic may be able to fix mundane injuries, but what it wasn't able to fix was the mental scar that the event would leave. In the boy's head, it was much like a gorge through a barren desert. But like most things, Jack would learn to forgive and forget. It was only a matter of time, but until then, it was all a lot to take in. A pen sat in front of the boy on the long table. Occasionally, he would let out a stream of breath, which forced the pen to steamroll its way across the wooden surface. The power of the wind! So amazing!

Whatever scars may lay under the surface, nothing could beat the mental scarring of the idea of boredom—the biggest beast in the mind of an ADHD infected child. Jack was a trouble maker at heart, but there was a seed growing somewhere deep down in him. That seed was a desire for responsibility. The boy would never truly admit it, but it was there. He could not stop that from growing. Maybe one day, Jack can be considered a fully functioning adult one day. Maybe.

Suddenly a friendly voice pulled the young Hufflepuff out of his boredom-induced pseudo coma. Much like a dog, his name always caught his attention. Looking, he saw a boy- a grinning boy. Did he recognize him from somewhere? Like a firecracker, recognition filled Jack's eyes. He didn't know the boy well at all, but Jack always remembered somebody who had offered him aid in the past. " Oh Hey-uh thanks. I'm honestly surprised that Doc chose me. Not gonna lie. You're...uh..." He snapped a couple of times, trying to come up with the fellow Hufflepuff's name. "Aaron?" he questioned, unsure if he had found the correct name. This was the guy who tried to punch George. Jack had heard the rumors of Aaron punching George, but most likely, if it weren't George who had sealed them under the floor, that would've been Jack's reaction as well.

"Oh, my break has been okay. Boring mostly. I'm honestly just trying to do something interesting." He shrugged nonchalantly. " I hope yours has been more exciting."

@Aaron Jones

"Ey, attaboy. I've heard the team is on the up and up!" The boy smiled as Aaron spoke more about how he scored his first-ever goal! "Mate! That is awesome! Maybe when you hit the first string, you can put in a good word for me" Jack had been late on the draw when it came to the quidditch signups, which had landed him directly on the waitlist. The prefect stuck out his fist towards the other boy.

Leaning back on the bench, Jack stretched his arms upwards. A series of small pops sound off into the air. With a satisfied exhale, the boy straightened himself back to an upright position. "Well that seems par for the course. I'm pretty glad nothing interesting is happening, considering what's been happening lately."

Following Aaron's gaze, the scarred boy followed it to the nicely set up chess set. "I mean sure! I've never actually played before, but I know how to play chess. Is it much different than actual chess?" The question was posed, as the boy pulled the board directly in front of the two boys. Jack was in for a surprise, considering the rather violent methods the pieces dispatched one another. "White or black? I don't really care which I get."