Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Jack Frost had some very important business to attend to this weekend. It was, after all, two days before Easter. And, even though he was pretty certain he'd be strung up by an irate seven-foot rabbit if he so much as thought about causing a blizzard somewhere on Easter Sunday, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to cause some measure of

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[godgavemecable]

Toby had come in to the common room in search of something to make for dinner... If by "make" one meant "heat up in the microwave". He was halfway to the kitchenette when he noticed the open atlas balanced on the arm of the couch.

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something.

"... Jack? That you?" he said, a little hesitantly. Being able to hear thoughts and sharing a class with the guy meant that he was sort of vaguely aware of the other boy's existence, but he'd still not managed to catch a glimpse of him.

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It wasn't every day, really, that someone came into a room, said your name, and still failed to actually look directly at you. Jack tilted his head a little at that particular curiosity, and then gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Sure it is," he replied, just in case Toby could hear him. "I mean, there aren't exactly many other frost spirits wandering around this place, right?"

And, in case Toby couldn't hear him, he pulled in a breath, and then exhaled, sending a light, icy breeze through the room for just a moment. Since the windows were closed, it was kind of a no-brainer where that might have come from, right?

[godgavemecable]

He couldn't hear him, exactly, but he got the general gist of it. Especially with the added indoor weather.

"Gonna take that as a yes," Toby decided. "So, uh. Whatcha up to?"

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Huh. Well, it wasn't what Jack would call a complete failure. If Toby was still talking to him, that meant at least he was willing to believe that he was there, right? He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then looked back down at the atlas.

"If I tell you I'm trying to think of places to make it snow, in order to annoy the Easter Bunny, who happens to be a huge jerk, will you accuse me of trying to destroy the holiday hopes and dreams of little kids worldwide?"

Because Bunnymund probably would. But, again, Bunnymund was a jerk.

[godgavemecable]

Toby frowned thoughtfully. Something about Easter, and snowstorms, and... believing that Jack was real?

Well, of course Jack was real, even if Toby'd never actually seen the guy, but he'd been in class, and participated, and-

as those thoughts ran through Toby's head, it was sort of like a switch being flipped on.

"Gah!" Toby exclaimed, stumbling backwards in surprise as Jack just appeared suddenly on the couch.

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"Well, gah to you, too!" See Jack. See Jack laugh. "Really, you're a stubborn one, aren't you?"

He leaned forward from where he was perched, squatting on the couch's arm.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jack Frost."

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"Stubborn?" Toby echoed. "Sorry. I was just- kind of used to the idea of you being sort of... invisible or whatever, that I wasn't expecting to, you know. See you. Because invisible."

A beat.

"Toby Logan," he added, with a little wave.

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"People can only see me if they believe in me," Jack explained, leaning back a little and closing the atlas for the time being. "Or, at least, that's how it works in other places. Around here, the island seems to like making up its own rules. I guess people just see me whenever Fandom thinks it'd be funny, or something."

No, it probably wasn't something so insidious as that, but Jack wouldn't put it past this place to do things that way, all the same.

[godgavemecable]

"Huh," Toby said, mulling that one over. "I guess that makes a certain amount of sense, if you're an embodiment of a season and all," he said with a nod. "So- not a fan of the Easter Bunny, huh?"

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"Ugh. Giant, hairy, floppy-eared jerk." Jack gave his eyes a roll toward the ceiling. "Really, if you just met the guy, you'd know what I mean. He and I? We don't get along at all."

And, okay, some of that was jealousy talking. The rest was the fact that Bunnymund rubbed in the fact that pretty much every child in North America believed in him.

Seriously. Jerk.