Roaming the Corridors [open]

Jacob angrily shoved his hands in his pockets as he left the library. He wasn't sure of much at the moment, but he thought it was safe to say that hadn't worked out the way he'd hoped it would. Teasing Marlene usually did the trick when he was in a bad mood. He hadn't counted on the fact that she'd take it personally this time.

Marlene was the least of Jacob's worries at the moment though. And, contrary to what she seemed to think, he wasn't even that upset about the Quidditch match. Sure, it would have been nice to win his last game at Hogwarts, but ultimately it was just a game, not his career.

Jacob stopped in his tracks when he noticed a group of girls up ahead. Ducking his head, he hurried around the corner and sprinted away until he was sure he was out of their sight. That had been too close for his liking. The last thing he needed right now was to run into Christy and her friends.

Running a hand through his hair, Jacob considered his options. He wasn't ready to eat dinner yet. He'd finished all of his homework and, unlike his sister, felt no need to spend his weekend studying for exams that were still months away. He could go back to his room, but then he'd be tempted to look at his father's letter again. The whole thing was ridiculous, really. He was nearly eighteen years old. His father couldn't tell him what to do with his life. Not legally, anyway.

Part of him wanted to go back and talk to Marlene about the letter. She could give him some perspective on it. Was their father being serious or was he just having a panic attack -- one that would pass without any lasting harm? Jacob couldn't be sure. Marlene would know, but Jacob really didn't feel like having a textbook chucked at his head tonight.

Jacob sighed and started walking towards the Great Hall. He wasn't hungry, but he knew he'd regret it if he skipped a meal. That much he knew for sure.