Lost & Found PV Jack Burnett Closed

He didn't know why he was so entertained by Oliver's unadulterated rage. But the contrast of his fury against the mousy boy's stunned shame in the presence of the teacher was so dramatic that Jack couldn't help laughing aloud, even when he was beaten with their book. To the amused boy's surprise, it was only once he was hit, but he supposed Oliver was eager to get away from him as soon as possible. Well, that was fine; he could have his space for now. Seeing as they were in the same year and house, it would only be a matter of time before they encountered each other again.

Jack was so thrilled at the thought of a new - what was it? Friend wasn't the term. If 'annoying' was the worst Oliver could call him, though, especially with how much greater a nasty vocabulary Jack knew he had, perhaps enemy wasn't exactly the right term, either. Besides, Jack didn't consider Oliver an enemy. He wanted to get to know him better, to spend more time with him, to play with him more - though perhaps not in a way Oliver would have enjoyed.

That's right, the redhead concluded, watching the brunet's back as he stormed off, casually following after him with a length of distance between. We're going to have so much fun together, Oli. Because that's what it's like when you have toys to play with. And you're mine now..

Little did Jack realize that the boys had unintentionally picked up each others' copies of The History of Magic. And while Oliver was pretty possessive of his text, marked by his name and other various drawings, Jack was just as, if not more attached to his own. He never meant for another living soul to get a look at its pages, but as the boys had their new injuries to attend to, it would be some time before the redheaded Slytherin would realize his mistake.