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Jake felt exceedingly lucky with the draw for teams; he adored his art professor, Ms. Eastman, and he had to admit to more than a passing crush on fellow team member, Michiko Passos. He and Michiko shared only one class together, but he was proud that it was Defense Against Dark Arts, because that was his best class and he could shine a bit in that one. Knowing they would be going through the woods and possibly some swampy area, Jake dressed for the mission and packed a backpack with what he thought were necessities. He had included his wand, a bestiary, a flashlight, a bottle of water, his iphone, granola bars and, of course, sour Skittles. He knew it was an antiquated way to think, but Jake had his flashlight in one hand and his wand in the other, feeling very protective of the two women in his group; intellectually, he knew that the professor’s abilities far outweighed his own and that Michiko’s were at least as good. Jake stepped carefully, keeping his eyes and ears alert; if anything came for them, he would put himself in it’s path.
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Jake felt silly using a flashlight, when Professor Eastman was using the Lumnos spell to light the way for them up front; he was really on edge and he just felt the need to have his weapon source and lighting source be two separate entities. He hoped the professor didn’t think he was a fool.
Having just stepped over the lichen-covered roots, which the professor pointed out, Jake came to an abrupt halt at her upswept hand. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour, his eyes combing the dark forest around them; Jake’s creative mind made monsters everywhere in the dark recesses of the trees.
“Ms. Eastman…”, he whispered, low and raspy, “…where is it?” Jake’s head turned in all directions, followed by his flashlight. “Would you like me to try to draw it out?”, he asked, wanting to be brave.
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Jake looked at Ms. Eastman and nodded his head, straitening his back and swallowing dryly; suddenly there seemed to be a lump in his throat. He turned towards the sound in the woods and took a step.
When Michi gave his hand a squeeze, Jakes face flushed red; he only hoped that she couldn’t tell in the darkness of the woods. “Thanks, Michi”, he answered, knowing now that he’d go through with this even if there was a dragon facing him beyond the trees.
Taking a few steps away from Michi and the professor, Jake produced a swiss army knife from his pocket and drew the blade across the palm of his hand, “Owww owww owww”, he rasped, “It never looks like it hurts in the movies”, he told himself. Jake had reasoned that the monster was a carnivore and so would be attracted to blood; he held his palm face out as the blood ran down and dripped from it. “Come on, you nasty beast, dinner time!”, he called into the trees. Jake continued to walk towards the noise…
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Jakes heart was pounding up into his throat and his hand hurt like hell; he held his bleeding hand out before him and had his wand ready in his other hand. He heard Professor Eastman’s reprimand called from behind him and hoped that if this worked out, she wouldn’t yell at him for cutting himself.
Goosebumps were beginning to rise all over his body when, suddenly, BATS thundered out of hiding and flew away, over his head, deeper into the forest. “WAHHH!”, Jake exclaimed, holding up his wand, startled; he froze for a moment and then slumped in relief, realizing that no monster was coming for him.
“Ugh, I cut myself for stupid, friggin’ bats”, he grumbled. When Michi offered Jake assistance with his hand, his face flushed pink and he smiled shyly at her, “Sure, thanks, Michi”, he held his hand up, “Pretty dumb, huh?”
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Boy did Jake go from hero to zero in the span of a few moments; he felt like such a fool, “No, ma’am, Mrs. Eastman, it’s not”, he looked at his professor with embarrassment. When she mentioned the infirmary, his blue eyes shot wide and he turned from Professor Eastman to Michi, giving his classmate a pleading look.
Jake smiled when Michi cleared away most of the blood pooling on his hand; the slice in his palm didn’t look quite so ominous now. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement when Michi informed the professor that it looked worse than it was.
When his classmate warned him that her repair of his hand would sting, he smiled and almost purred, “I trust you”. She didn’t know that her touch alone was working as a painkiller for Jake. He watched and listened as Michi healed his sliced open palm, “Fantastic…!”, he complimented, with a smile; there were a few tears in Jake’s eyes that he refused to let fall, for no matter how taken he was with Michi, the knitting of his skin did sting him a little.
He looked at his hand and laughed, “I think I’ll use the essence of dittany. Thanks, Michi!”, he held his hand up, “Scars might look…bad butt on some guys, but on me they would look crazy and I don’t need anything else to make people think I’m crazy!”
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