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Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

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"I'm so sorry," she said. Words didn't do it justice, but they were all she had. "Did you know, before? So you could ... say good-bye?"

Maybe he'd return there, whenever he died? She couldn't tell if that would be a reassuring thought or not, so she skipped it.

"It's all right, really," he said, putting reassurance and warmth in his voice. He leaned forward some, just to prove that he meant what he said and wasn't just saying it. "I knew beforehand that something was happening so I did have the time. I said goodbye to my mother and father and I'm comforted to know they'll still be there if I do go back. It's really all right. They took good care of me and I'd like to do them well by living my life."

Elena nodded, understanding. Trying to, at least. Things had gotten crazy, and he had told his family what they meant to him. And might even see them again.

"And you know they love you," she added. "They'd want for you to be happy, so all you can do is ... miss them and go forward."

"Which is what I'm doing," he promised, smiling easily. "I'm sure they'd be laughing at me if they knew how incredibly cold I am right now. And call it a nice way to acclimate."

"Was it cold in the graveyard?" she asked, with a fond smile. "I can't imagine there being a lot of indoor heating, or bonfires."

"It was but I had places I could go that regular humans never see," he explained, leaning back again and warming up his hands by sticking them in his pockets. "I wasn't out in the open and I didn't sleep in a casket or anything like that. I was never uncomfortable."

"People are resourceful," she nodded. "They can make do with what's around, in most cases. Odds and ends that other people were throwing out, but someone knows how to repurpose it."

"Exactly," Bod said, nodding. "And if I ever needed anything, Silas was able to provide it to the best of his abilities. I couldn't leave the graveyard while I was there but he could. So, I had foods, books, things like that."

5th floor common room - Morning

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