5th floor common room - Morning

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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.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

Comments

[therewaslife]

"I don't doubt it." He'd seen them too, after all. "The ones I know, they don't need to be hunted. They're not at all dangerous now. During their living years, they might have been but no more. I'm finding that most people think ghosts are dangerous."

[svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, but I'm willing to believe that some aren't," she replied. "I mean for all the weird and scary Real World stuff that I've seen, there's still things out there that are just trying to live their lives. Even if they happen to be voodoo priest."