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[_iknowjack]

So, let's meet!

I'm Jack, a wizard from Manchester. My Dad's a wizard, my mum's a Muggle as well as both of my brothers. I'm a sixteen-year-old, sixth year Gryffindor and I'm a alternate Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I play the cello, violin, and piano and sing.

Who are you?

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[fred6weasley]

Mate, you're pathetic.
Let's smoke up.

[_iknowjack]

Merlin yes. Where are you?

[fred6weasley]

Dorm. Come on up.

Switch!

[_iknowjack]

Jack closed down his laptop and put it in his trunk before pocketing a packet of fags and two bottles of firewhiskey. He knew Fred hadn't mentioned drinking but Jack was always up for some alchohol.

Jack then rummaged underneath his mattress to find his very last and very light bag of pot. He wasn't sure if that was the kind of smoking Fred wanted, but hell, he wasn't going to be embaressed by lack of supply.

He put the bottles and stuff in his pockets before heading upstairs to Fred's dorm.

"Hey Fred!" Jack said as he walked into his friend's room.

[fred6weasley]

"Jack, my man!" Fred grinned, from his position on the floor. Beside him, he'd already rolled a joint, and his just as pathetically light bag of weed was sticking out from under his mattress.

Knees bent, his arms were hanging loose between them. "How've you been?"

[_iknowjack]

"Been doing alright now that the year's underway," he replied, taking out his bag of weed and tossing it to Fred. "But there've been no parties lately and I'm rather depressed.

"Yourself?" he asked, before pulling out a bottle from his trousers.

[fred6weasley]

He laughed as he caught the baggie, "I see you've come prepared." Then he opened it, taking it as Jack wanted him to roll up a joint.

"I've been... uh, alright, I guess. Considering," Fred gave a tight smile. "But a party would be grand."

[_iknowjack]

"Considerig?" Jack asked. He was oblivious to the drama that was going on around him.

[fred6weasley]

Fred stared wide-eyed at Jack. "...What? You can't tell me you don't know what's going on..."

[_iknowjack]

"What's been going on?" Jack asked seriously, taking the joint from the flabbergasted Fred.

[fred6weasley]

"Bletchley's dad's dead," Fred said, rather flatly, as he picked up his own joint. "Death eaters."

[_iknowjack]

"Oh well, there's that," he replied, sucking on his joint, "but I thought you meant more."

[fred6weasley]

"..Er, nope," Fred lied, taking a hit and holding his breath for a minute. After breathing out, he looked at Jack questioningly. "..Why'd you think that?"

[_iknowjack]

"Because everyone's freaking out about it and you're always different," he said as if it were obvious. And it was obvious to Jack. "Why?"

[fred6weasley]

"Why am I different?" he questioned, not quite grasping what Jack was saying.