Jake was so grateful that he’d set up his schedule with Flying as his last class of the day; he loved to fly and it always put him in a good mood for the rest of the day. Fixing his hair in the mirror, as he did every day after flying class, Jake bounded out the doors onto the grounds of the campus, looking around for something to do. “Simon Burford”, he whispered to himself, seeing the Lalaurie Junior hurrying towards the woods.

No better time than the present, Jake decided, thinking he could find out what Simon knew about Ciaran and Emilie and if maybe he could make him an ally. He’d have to be subtle though, because Simon could just as easily be wound up in whatever was going on…whatever it was.

Tracking a short way into the woods, Jake ran across Simon, looking like he was about to leave, but he instead asked, "Got a lighter bro?" Jake, of course had a lighter, since he carried smokes of his own; he was just a bit embarrassed to show it to Simon. “Sure, dude…”, Jake replied, handing the solid gold monogrammed lighter to the boy. He really needed to pick up a plain old lighter; it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gift from his father…it was just that it came off as an in-your-face to his fellow classmates, at least in Jakob’s mind.

Pulling out a cigarette of his own, Jake sat down on a log, “Mind if I join you?”, he asked the shorter boy. Jake and Simon took Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts together, so they knew who the other was, but they had never actually hung out together, “Jake”, he gave Simon his name, waiting to light his own cigarette.