[Being the kid who wasn't exactly the most well educated because Poor and from the Colonial Era of American History meant that Jack just wasn't all that good at this school business. Perhaps he spent too much time with the Fey, perhaps he was still low-key angry that he was alone, who knew what it was but he was very much a Rebel Without a Cause and not at all studying.
Actually, he was perched high up on a shelf in the library and one tap of his staff had frost growing right down the wood, over the book, onto the floor and spreading. It was hard to keep his laughter in, watching the fernfrost bloom and cause havoc.
Perhaps you slip, perhaps you were in the middle of a long note, whatever it was, frost is going over and under tables, chairs and papers. With a gust of wind, Jack was off and flying with even louder laughter. Can you catch him?
Therapy Animals
[Cold may be his thing, but laying on a Temple lion felt so good. And they clearly were okay with the cold body on them as they snoozed beneath him. Did Jack need a therapy pet? No. But like hell that was stopping him.
He hummed a tune from the old days, rest his chin on a large head as he gently rubbed at a chubby cheek. The lion merely purred loudly.]
Like that, don't cha boy? Let me know if I'm too cold.
Wildcard
[Got something else in mind? Go for it or ping me at Ravenclawed and the AU planning thread is here]
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[Being the kid who wasn't exactly the most well educated because Poor and from the Colonial Era of American History meant that Jack just wasn't all that good at this school business. Perhaps he spent too much time with the Fey, perhaps he was still low-key angry that he was alone, who knew what it was but he was very much a Rebel Without a Cause and not at all studying.
Actually, he was perched high up on a shelf in the library and one tap of his staff had frost growing right down the wood, over the book, onto the floor and spreading. It was hard to keep his laughter in, watching the fernfrost bloom and cause havoc.
Perhaps you slip, perhaps you were in the middle of a long note, whatever it was, frost is going over and under tables, chairs and papers. With a gust of wind, Jack was off and flying with even louder laughter. Can you catch him?
Therapy Animals
[Cold may be his thing, but laying on a Temple lion felt so good. And they clearly were okay with the cold body on them as they snoozed beneath him. Did Jack need a therapy pet? No. But like hell that was stopping him.
He hummed a tune from the old days, rest his chin on a large head as he gently rubbed at a chubby cheek. The lion merely purred loudly.]
Like that, don't cha boy? Let me know if I'm too cold.
Wildcard
[Got something else in mind? Go for it or ping me at