Jane smiled when the boy mentioned he was a halfblood. Jane herself had lied to all her fellow Slytherins in telling them she was pure. She planned on keeping her secret until she got out of school...
"I don't really have a certain perfection I'm afraid, although I do enjoy studying different defenses on the Dark Arts. I'm horrible at potions though...It reminds me of muggle cooking" she said, wrinkling up her nose.
"What about you? Have you got a fave class?"
"Definately Defense Against the Dark Arts. I take all the notes I can in the class, though most of the teachers we've gotten have been pretty weird... And yeah, potions can be tough but its okay... Herbology has to be my least favorite, its so boring... And sure you have a perfection, you probably havent figured it out yet."
"Just this..." she replied, pulling a necklace into view from under her robes.
"It's an opal...and the chain is real silver...The opal glows when I'm in danger" she said, shrugging. "I'm really not sure if it works, nothing interesting has happened to test it yet" she admitted.
"And you are lucky to have such a fine broom...How much did it cost you?"
Jane smiled, feeling fairly proud.
"Thank you" she said, rubbing the opal with her fingertips.
"Opals are my favorite stones. What about you? Do you have a favorite stone? Oh wait, what am I asking?! You are a Quidditch player. Stones are for girls I suppose?" she said, grinning.
((Aw man, that sucks!))
(OOC: Yay, anothe player to have fun with!)
Jane quickly walked away from Jake as a group of Slytherins entered the shop. She glanced at a box of fireworks, trying to seem innocent and unworthy of insults...Most Slytherins were nice to her, but others wanted only to cause her pain. Since she wasn't a true Hogwarts student, they sometimes told her to go back to where she came from...How rude...
Jake saw the slytherins enter the shop and turned from the clerk, trying to hide his face. One of the Slytherin turned him around and examined him. "Look what we have here! A worthless seeker for the Gryffindors. I bet if we roughed him up a bit he wouldnt be able to play next week?" The others chimed in with laughter. Jake looked up at them and laughed. "Like I'd let a bit of worthless Slytherins like you rough me up? You've got another thing coming!" The others kept laughing and the one holding Jake said, "So this one has a mouth on him does he? Lets rough him up group!" They advanced torward him.
Jane bit her lip, watching as Jake was slowly cornered.
"Brad! Not here...the shop owner will kick you out" she said, putting herself in front of Jake and putting a hand on Brad's shoulder.
"Now where else would you be able to buy such lovely jokes to play on Filch? Hhmmm?" she asked, grinning. She only wanted them not to fight, and she'd like to come out of it unscathed as well...
Brad glowered slightly at Jane.
"You like that twerp, don't you, Todd?" he asked sneering in her face.
"No! Like I said, I was only trying to help you!"
"Oh really...Well then...If you truly don't like Jake, then you'll agree to help me then, won't you?"
"I...I..."
"I said, 'won't you?'" Brad put in coming closer menacingly.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Just pretend to be his friend. Get him off his guard. Get it? We'll take care of the rest."
Jane bit her lip again, but simply nodded.
"Oh, and Todd...If I find that you blow your cover to him...It won't be pleasant for either of you."
Jane shuddered and left the shop, her spirits dampened as she went up the path, wondering what she should do...
Jake sipped another butterbeer as he looked out og the glass torward Shreiking Shack. He wished that he had never gotten on the Quidditch team, 'cause now everyone else hated him. If only I could have stayed a muggle, he sometimes thought when times were rough. Now was one of those times. He just wanted to cast one of the Unforgivabe Curses every once in awhile. Avada cadava!, he yelled over and over in his head, wanting something to happen.