Jake Newbury

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Full Name: Jake Henry Newbury
Birthdate: August 13th 1992
Age: 21
Country of Origin: America
Current Home: Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.
General appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes. Pale skin. Six foot exactly, fairly toned body.
Special Features: Light scar tissue on his back form the battle of Lugarmago
Blood purity: Halfblood.
Sexual alignment: Hetrosexual.

Personality:
Jake is practical, traditional, and organized. He is highly athletic, and not interested in theory or abstraction unless he sees the practical application. He is loyal and hard-working, and also likes to be in charge. Jake is exceptionally capable in organizing and running activities.

Background:
Jake had a fairly normal upbringing, going to the Muggle school until he was ten years old. His parents pulled him out of the final year, home tutoring him until he went to Salem so that he understood the basic principles of magic before he got on the train. Of course, living around magic, he’d seen most of it, but his parents wanted to make sure he understood the world he was going into.

Jake’s little sister is his world, and being away from her is torture. He writes to her weekly to tell her what is going on at school, and to catch up with everything she has been doing. Wishing his time away at school used to be his favourite past time, but with this year being his second to last, and his O.W.L’s not being what he’d hoped for, Jake has turned over a new leaf to start afresh this year.

Family:
Mother
Name: Alexis Newbury (nee Keen) (Portrayed by Sandra Bullock)
Age: 49
Living or dead: Living.
Blood status or species: Halfblood.

Father
Name: Henry Newbury (Portrayed by Clive Owen)
Age: 51
Living or dead: Living
Blood status or species: Halfblood.

Siblings
Name: Victoria Newbury
Age: 15
Living or dead: Living
Blood status or species: Halfblood.

Pet
Name: Linny
Age: 8
Living or dead: Living
Blood status or species: Owl

Family Background:
The Newbury’s aren’t the wealthiest of families, but they don’t go wanting. Henry has a respectable job at the Ministry in the Improper Use of Magic Department. Jake’s mother busies herself with the cleaning of the house, the Newburys do not own a house-elf. Victoria attended the same Muggle Primary School that Jake went to, but is now home tutored for the same reason as her older brother.

The family own a small cottage at the end of the village, and have integrated well with the neighbouring Muggles, although a few of the older generations think there is something “wrong” with them. Mrs Newbury joins the other ladies for lunches every week, where they alternate houses to share gossip - something Victoria hounds Jake into helping her listen to so she isn’t “left out” when she is old enough to attend.

All in all, the Newbury family are, what most people would call, an average family.

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Jake's O.W.L Results

O.W.L. Results
Charms	Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration	Exceeds Expectations
Offensive Magic	Exceeds Expectations
Defensive Magic	Outstanding
Duelling	Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures	Exceeds Expectations
Magical History	Dreadful
Potions	Outstanding
Muggle Studies	Acceptable
Herbology	Exceeds Expectations

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Jake's Timeline 2008/09 - Sixth Year

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Just something my Muse has been nagging me to write (albeit heavily toned down).

To say the beginnings of Jake and Catherine's relationship had started on smooth terms would have been a lie. No, Jake and Catherine were anything but close in the beginning. Both of them were at each others throats from the word go when they started at Salem Academy. The first day had been anything but plain sailing when the young Jake had made his way to the front of the sorting group. Even from a young age, Catherine had been pretty, and at eleven years of age, she knew it.

And boy had Jake agreed with her.

The only problem was Jake hadn't grown up yet, so thought it would be funny to steal Mike's frog and put it in her hair. During the Sorting ceremony. At eleven, Jake believed this was the right way to get a girl's attention. Unfortunately, neither Catherine, nor the newly appointed Headmistress had found the situation funny.

The first week of being at Salem, Jake had made an enemy of the prettiest girl in their year, lost twenty points for his new house, Belladonna, and earnt himself detention. Safe to say, he was not the most popular guy in the common room that week.

***

"Oh, come on, Catherine! It's only a dare!" Lizzy whispered to her friend, looking at the boy sat the otherside of the room. "Or are you just too chicken? Everyone knows the tension between you two is going to burst at any point, do it on your terms!"

"There isn't any tension between us!" Catherine spat, glaring at her best friend. "It's just in your head!"

"Well, if there's nothing between you, this won't make any difference, will it?" Lizzy countered with a smirk.

"Fine. But, Newbury is an ass, everyone knows that!"

The girl had waited a day before going up to Jake, and when she'd found him, she'd pounced.

"Jake? Have you chosen your date for the ball yet?" She asked as Jake polished his broom to an impeccable standard.

"Yeah, Lucy Griffiths, fourth year." The boy told her. "Quite an achievement for a th-" She had already gone though, and Jake had shrugged and turned back to his broom. Honestly, girls were ridiculous at times.

***

"Jake?"

The Belladonna looked up from his Quidditch Weekly magazine to see the girl who he fought with almost every day. The fight for the last say, biggest laugh, most friends, popularity. "Hello Catherine!" Jake replied, setting the magazine aside as he gave her his attention. "What's up?"

The blonde looked over her shoulder at her friends who giggled and encouraged her on. Jake continued to watch her, trying to work out what this was all about. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased, quite aware many people shortened her name to that.

"Oh, shut it, Newbury, you're not clever!" Catherine snapped, making Jake smirk at her.

"Aww, is Philip not moving on to second base with you?" The fourth year teased, watching her eyes narrow at the words. Her hands went to the chair's arms, and she bent over, her face level with his. It was just a shame she hadn't thought the whole thing through and more clothes.

"Philip and I are no longer dating, even you know that!" Catherine replied in an angry whisper. Jake didn't back down.

"Oh yes, he was cheating, wasn't her, with..." He looked at her for help, trying to remember the Wormwood's name.

"Stephanie."

Catherine's tone was one of indifference, she quite clearly wasn't upset with the break up. Nor was she fazed by their close proximity, as she didn't move away. Her overly strong perfume hung between them, a smell both over-powering and intoxicating in the same moment.

"My friends and I are having a party on Friday, in our dorm. We want you to come along, Jake." Catherine said, her lips brushing against his as she said his name. "Just you..." She told him as she kissed him lightly and walked away as if nothing had happened.

She hadn't waited for his answer, nor had she asked for it between then and the Friday. She had assumed that Jake would attend, and she had been correct.

***

"And, where do you think you're going?" Mike asked as Jake went to leave their dorm, looking very smart in his shirt and best jeans.

"Just out." Jake replied. Everyone knew of the turmoil between Catherine and himself. Telling his best friend the truth right now would lead to more questions than he had time to answer. So instead he went for the quick way out. "A girl. You know."

Giving Mike a quick wink, Jake hurried out the door and up to the girls landing. Fourth years were the fourth door on the left, also the last door, so Jake hurried along and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Catherine called sweetly from behind the door. Jake followed the instructions, not sure what he was letting himself in for. But whatever was going through Jake's mind as he entered the dormitory, was not what he found on the otherside. Four girls in very expensive lingerie was definitely a dream. A dream that had just come true for Jake Newbury, and something his member would not forget for a long time.

"Jake, you made it!" Catherine squealed, getting to her feet and coming over to his position by the door. "Mouth closed, Jakey!" She whispered in his ear, pressing herself against him and smiling when she found what she wanted.

***

The first time Jake had been in Catherine's bedroom would be the highlight of his sex life. Jake Newbury had explored things he'd never known possible, seen things not even magazines could show him. And he'd built bridges with the girl he'd been warring with for years.

It wasn't the last time Jake could be found in there on a Friday, it was the beginning of all things, Catherine.

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So, this has been part of my Muse for sometime, I am giving you all a sneak peak. Please note that the knowledge of his sister is not wide spread, and none of the below is known to anyone expect Jake's best friend Mike (NPC). I am open to any comments on the writing below, but please PM as I don't want his Sorting page spammed.

Warning: It does include swearing from the song. And those who are easily moved, you may want some tissues. Enjoy.

Fuckin' Perfect

Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

The school promised a week away for all the children at Eden Prairie Primary School in their fourth year. Victoria hadn’t been one of the children who had let the idea skip as she came home from school that day, thrusting the letter under her mother’s nose, and very sweetly asking if she could go on the trip. Alexis had looked at the permission form and the price and told her daughter that she would have to wait for her father to come home.

So the eight year old had gone to sit in the window and watch the driveway for her father’s car to come home. Henry could have gone in to work via the Floo Network if he so wished, but living in the Muggle area they did, they had to make sure they looked like a normal family. At ten past five, her father’s car pulled onto the drive, and the eight year old scrambled to the front door, in fear that something else would take his attention before she spoke.

“Daddy, daddy. Mommy said I have to ask you about this trip! You’ll let me go, right Daddy? You always let Jake go on these trips. He told me so! He said, ‘Vic, I won’t ruin them for you. One day you will go, and you can make your own memories. Then we’ll share.’” The youngest Newbury recited, smiling innocently. “Please, Daddy?”

Henry took the letter from his daughter and looked at the price. He frowned slightly, the Newbury’s weren’t the most well off family in the street, but they didn’t struggle. The look on his daughter’s face was not something he could say no to easily. “We’ll think about it, sweetheart.” He replied, coming down to her eye level . “You see, my little girl is losing her manners.”

“Daddy!” Victoria whined, hugging her father tightly. “Hello, Daddy. Did you have a nice day?” She asked with a soft sigh.

Henry chuckled. “That’s better, I had a lovely day.” He told her pulling her away from him and smiling warmly. “Now, have you been good today?” Victoria nodded enthusiastically. “Well, I’m sure I can convince Mommy to sign the form for you then.”

The brunette threw herself back into her father’s embrace, almost knocking him off of his feet. She squealed out her thanks and headed out of sight, to which Henry guessed she was probably going to ring her best friend, Amelia, to tell her the news.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around

“Sunscreen?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Victoria replied, throwing the bottle in her suitcase.

“Sunhat?”

“Yup.” The eight year old replied, pointing to her head.

“Enough clothes? You’re not going to get too cold at night time?”

“I’ve got plenty, Mommy.” The brunette replied, packing her teddy bear and the picture of her big brother into her bag. “I’ve also told Jake that I’m going to be with Muggles this week, so he shouldn’t write. But, if he does forget, could you please send him an owl telling him I am on a school trip?”

“I’m sure he’ll remember, Victoria. But, likely there will be a letter for when you arrive.” Alexis told her daughter with a loving smile.

“It is Jake, Mommy, you know what Jake is like!” Victoria quipped, and both women laughed with one another. Jake had always been their cause for laughter, it was just how he was.

“Are you two going to sit and chat all day, or are we going to get this show moving?” Henry called up the stairs, Victoria quickly closed her suitcase.

“Just coming, Daddy!” She called, heaving her suitcase across the room. Henry met her at the door, taking the suitcase from her and looking to Alexis as Victoria headed downstairs.

“You still not coming?” He asked his wife softly, and she shook her head at him, the tears already welling up in her eyes. “She’ll be fine, Lexi. I promise you, she will be fine!” Henry told her, giving her a quick cuddle of comfort.

“It’s only a few days, and then she’ll be back. She’s not going to Hogwarts just yet.” He reminded her, kissing her lips quickly and heading out to the car and Victoria.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The school bus was packed full of both luggage and kids, Henry looked up at his youngest child in the bus and waved, smiling warmly at her. He could see the excitement in her eyes, but he could also see the apprehension. The first time a child leaved their family for the bigger picture was always daunting. The memory of Jake’s first school trip made him smile; he’d played the tough guy all the way to the bus, and then clung to Alexis like his life depended on it. He’d told her profusely that he didn’t want to go anymore, through tears and sobs. It had changed when his best friend Peter had arrived, and they had gone off happily. Alexis had worried all week, and that was why she hadn’t come that day.

Victoria was different though. She was fearless, so unlike her older brother. She jumped into things, and it was always her that spurred Jake on when they were at home. And Jake, well, he could never say no to her. None of them could. The apprehension in Victoria’s face seemed to go the moment the bus clunked into action, her eyes went wide with excitement, she blew her father a kiss, and after she had waved, she turned to the girl sat next to her, and quickly struck up conversation.

***

“Amelia?” Victoria started as she turned away from her father. Amelia was blonde and shy, she looked like she was about to start crying again, well, before Victoria started talking to her. “I am so excited; I can’t believe we are doing this!”

The excitement burst out of Amelia then, and the girls fell in to a deep conversation about all the things they were going to do that week. They spoke about who they wanted to share a dorm with for the week, because they knew they would have to decide when they got there. They started checking they had packed the right things. It was, of course, too late if they had forgotten anything, but hopefully they would have all the things they needed between the pair of them.

“Vic?” Amelia asked and the brunette replied with a nod. “When does Jake get home? Boarding school is so rubbish!”

Victoria chuckled, Jake had been so prominent in everything she did, everyone else accepted him as their friend too. “You know he doesn’t come back for another month, Amelia! Besides, we get all summer with him! It’s not his fault he’s so smart that he moved away!”

That, was the lie the family came up with. Although not all of it was a lie, Jake was clever, as far as Victoria was concerned. And he was sporty, and funny. Victoria was under no circumstances to believe anything less of him. Nothing less than perfect. That was her Jake.

“Do you think he’d help us build a tree house in the woods behind your house?” Amelia asked hopefully.

“Amelia, when has Jake ever said no to me?” Victoria replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Good point.” Amelia replied with a giggle, watching the countryside whizz past outside.

You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.

If anybody ever asked Jake if you knew when something bad happened to somebody you loved, he would have laughed at them and told them not to be so stupid. How could you possibly know that there was something wrong, just because you had a feeling. He had, of course, never expected such a thing to happen to him. Why would it? He was popular, the girls were somewhat fond of him, and he had gotten into the Belladonna Quidditch team. His marks were all together pretty good, he could improve, as could most people, but Jake wasn’t that bothered. So what could possibly go wrong?

The Monday, in which Victoria was going away, he had felt nervous. His stomach felt like it was doing somersaults inside him, so he’d decided to skip breakfast, in the likely case he couldn’t keep it down. Nobody questioned his lack of appearance and he made his way to Potions at the allotted time.

Professor Timms, their old Potions Master, had been intent on making them work hard, and pushed each of them to their limits with a separate potion for each group to make. Mike quickly scrambled to the desk next to him, knowing that they would likely be done earlier. Their Professor hadn’t minded and they’d been left to their own devices for the rest of the lesson. That was just how Jake liked it.

“Jake, my boy, great progress!” The old man said, slapping Jake on the back. The fourth year nodded in reply, watching the potion turn through many different colours as it was supposed to. Favorites weren’t strictly allowed at school, but when you were as old as Professor Timms, Jake guessed these things were forgotten, as many things normally were. The slap on the back coincided with a huge turn in his stomach and Jake doubled over, feel the nausea taking over his body.

“My boy, are you quite o-“ The Professor tried, but Jake cut him off as he wretched violently and threw up over the floor. Jake heaved again and the class fell silent, quite clearly watching him. “Right, come on. Mr Franks, if you’ll take Mr Newbury to the Hospital Wing for me, I’ll make sure someone else brings your homework, but you’re excused from the test on the potions.”

Mike didn’t even argue, picking up both his and Jake’s bags and leading his rather pale best friend towards their destination. Talking was kept to a minimal all the way there, stopping only to give Jake enough time to hold back the urge to be sick again.

That was the first time Jake knew that Victoria and him had something more to their relationship. Something he’d never believed in before that day. But that was only the beginning of the lesson in belief; the worst was yet to come.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)

“Mr Newbury, if you’d just listen to me for a moment?” The school nurse insisted as he brushed it away as being something he’d eaten and he’d just sleep it off for the umpteenth time. She wasn’t finished with him, it seemed putting herself between him and the door. He’d been in there for an hour, and had been sick countless times. The nurse insisted he stay, but wouldn’t tell him why he had to stay, nor offer him something to stop it.

“Madame Hart, honestly, I am fine. Please, just let me go.” Jake replied, trying to step round the Mediwitch.

“Mr Newbury, I really must insist you stay. Professor Evans has-“ The doors opened and the Headmistress walked in, her eyes looking at Jake and only him. Jake hesitated, taking a step back so it didn’t look like the situation was quite what it was.

“Mr Newbury.” The Headmistress started as Madame Hart went to busy herself with other patients. “Jake, I have some bad news.”

The credit went to Professor Evans for how well she handled the situation, Jake could read nothing from her face, and allowed himself to be ushered back to the bed he’d been given. The nagging feeling in his stomach made itself more announced as Professor Evans explained the situation to him, piece by piece. The ache in his stomach, the sickness, was nothing to do with eating bad food, or an illness. It became quite apparent to the fourteen year old then that there was a reason for him being sick, and the Headmistress had delivered the killer blow.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The walk to the Headmistress’ office wasn’t one of familiarity to the fourth year. Blurred vision ensured that he would never remember his way ever again, either. His chest heaved heavily, trying to control the sobbing shook his body after each breath he took.

Professor Evans was talking to him, consoling him, asking questions. But he wasn’t functioning, he’d gone into shock, nothing made sense. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was eight; he was supposed to look after her. She was supposed to collect her memories like he had. They were supposed to share it all together.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled through a sob, only to find himself in yet another hug from the witch by his side. The numbness had leaked through his body, and he didn’t react to her hug, merely resting his head on her shoulder and crying some more. More words that held no meaning rushed over his head. For the life of him Jake tried to listen, tried to find some hope, but he couldn’t.

The office opened up in front of them, anybody else would probably have taken in the office, try to figure out the woman who ruled supreme. All Jake saw were blurs of colours that he could make no sense off. The orange of the fire was easy enough to recognize when they reached the hearth, and clearer still when they turned green and Professor Evans pulled them both inside, naming their destination and holding the boy tight.

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

Disinfectant attacked his nose the moment everything stopped spinning. Strobe lighting made his head feel funny when he looked around. Where the fourteen year old was, he didn’t understand. She was…

The impulse to be sick over throw his senses, but there was nothing left inside him to bring up. He choked down the impulse once more, his hands reaching to wipe his eyes clear. His stomach churned again as the realisation hit him. “W-We’re in a Hospital…” He croaked as the door to the room they were in opened.

“Jake!” The sound of a woman petrified cut the air, and the next moment he was being embraced. Not the awkward embrace of a teacher, the embrace of his mother. “Thank heavens you’re here. Thank you for bringing him, Violet.” The voice that came from his mother wasn’t hers, it was strained, and the sound of footsteps assured the boy there had been a brief exchange that he couldn’t see and his Headmistress had left them.

“Jake…” His mother spoke his name softly; pushing him into one of the seats he hadn’t seen and sat down beside him. Their eyes met, the first time he’d managed to look at somebody since he’d been told the news. “Your sister-“

“I know, Mom.” Jake replied in a whisper, his voice quivering in the effort to stop himself from crying. “Professor Evans explained.”

Alexis shook her head, taking her son’s hands. “She’s going to pull through, Jakey. Honestly.” She whispered, fresh tears snaking down her face once more. “But…” The control his mother had shown just a brief moment before left as she broke down. But Alexis refused to be beaten by the situation and forced herself on. “But, she’s… she’s not going to be able to walk again, Jake. Do you… understand?”

A small nod was the only answer Jake could give his mother in reply. He knew what it meant; only a stupid person couldn’t understand that. “But she’s going to pull through.” He repeated, taking the one piece of good news and clinging to it as if it were a life line.

(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty

What everybody had neglected to tell Jake, was just how bad the accident had been. Perhaps he had been naïve in assuming Victoria would be awake when he was allowed to see her. Perhaps he had expected her to look exactly how she had when he left for school that year. For one thing, he hadn’t expected to see his little sister looking so broken.

Broken, yet peaceful.

It took all his courage to move across the room which she was in. He’d asked his parents if he could see her alone, and after a brief moment of hesitation, they had accepted. Inching across the room, Jake could feel his composure fading.

“Vic?” He called, still a little from her bed. His legs had stopped working, instead deciding to shake. A little progress at a time was all the Belladonna could manage as he took in his little sister. “I’m really sorry, Vic.” He told her, taking her hand in his own and kissing it softly. The chair beside her bed was the one her mother had occupied for the last three days. Three days had passed before his parents had deemed it okay for him to enter.

“I’d have come sooner. I tried, honestly I did. Mom and Dad were having none of it, though.” Jake told her as he took his mother’s seat and rested his arms on the bed. “I put too much hype of the trip, I realise now. A trip that really wasn’t that good not compared to what you can do at Salem.”

Jake rested his head down on the bed, fresh tears flowing once more. All he’d done was cry since he found out; he didn’t know what else to do. Blame was the only other way he could deal with it, even though his parents told him it wasn’t his fault. “I’m s-sorry.” He whispered again.

“Jake?” The raspy sound of Victoria’s voice came from above him; he thought he was imagining it. The doctors said she’d likely be sleeping for days. “J-Jake?” The voice nagged again, making him look up. Eyes open and a nervous smile greeted the redness of his eyes.

“What are you being a pansy for, Jake?” Victoria teased in the rasping voice. Jake looked at her dumbstruck. She was supposed to be shocked, she was supposed to be anything but cheerful. But Victoria was always one to be abnormal.

“Vic?” Jake replied, smiling warmly at her and standing to give her a hug. “I should get mom, or dad or-“

“Jake, a glass of water please.” Victoria told him, holding his hand with as much force as she could muster so he wouldn’t go away. “I want a moment, with you first.” She told him as his shaking hands presented her with a glass of water.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.

Victoria Newbury could never be classed as a girl who was mightily different. She understood what had happened without being told, making the bond between her and Jake come into deeper question. She knew from the moment she woke up that she was no longer the girl who could do anything she pleased. She was now dependent on many people to do things for her. But she took it all with good grace.

“Jake…” She had started, once he’d sat back down, he’d leant forward on the bed, and her hand had moved to his hair, calming him as much as she could in the situation. “I know that I can’t walk anymore. No, don’t try and interrupt me, listen. I know I can’t walk anymore, but I don’t want you to treat me any differently, okay?”

Her face was stern, but Jake had no intention of treating her differently. “You’ll always be my little sister, Victoria, no matter what, you know that. You’re as perfect today as you were a week ago.” He told her and she giggled softly. A more fulfilling sound could not have been found.

“Then promise me something, Jake.”

“Anything.” The Belladonna whispered.

“Live your life to the full… for both of us.” The eight year old told him, far too wise for her age. “Don’t think of the consequences, just do what you want to do.” She told him, tapping the end of his nose with her finger. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He told her, and he never forgot that promise. Ever.

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Catherine Louise Wright (NPC)

Okay, so since Catherine is being widely used now as the bitch of Salem, I was just going to pull everything back in to what I have collated for Catherine's persona. I don't mind people using her, I just wish for them to make sure that they are keeping her in character when they are writing.

Name: Catherine Louise Wright
Age: 22
Birthday: January 1st 1992
How she looks:

Personality: Catherine is the "it" girl. She will do anything to be centre of attention. She has all the guys eating out the palm of her hand, even though most of them know that Jake is her main interest. Catherine can be incredibly clingy when in Jake's presence, because she believes that they are dating. Outwardly, Catherine makes herself seem really ditzy, many people think she is highly unintelligent. But her O.W.L. grades were among the highest in the year, even beating Jake's results.

The main thing about Catherine is, that if she hears or sees you close to Jake, she will try to make your life a living nightmare. She will spread malicious rumours and bitch about you. But, if you really got to know the girl, you would just see that she merely wants someone to love her.

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Apparation Test - 21st August 2009

"Mr Jake Newbury"

The sound of his name being called out made the boy jump, even if the woman who called his name was anything but frightening. Jake had been off in his own little world, battling the productive thoughts of what he was about to do with those that weren't so productive. A week had passed since the azalea festival, and Jake had hardly stopped.

Learning to Apparate had taken over his life for the past week, and on the Saturday before the train left for Salem, he found himself in the Ministry of Magic ready to take his Apparition test. Standing up, the boy followed the small woman down the corridor and in to a room with two other people. He wasn't surprised by this notion, all those on the course had been fully aware of the conditions for the test. The woman took her seat and looked back at Jake with a warm smile.

"How are you feeling, dear?" She asked kindly, probably quite used to people being nervous and looking to keep him confident.

"Fine, thank you." Jake replied, going through the process of apparition once more in his head. Destination, Determination, Deliberation. Jake chanted in his head as he tried his best to listen to the instructions he was being given. It didn't help that his mind was swimming from the conversation from the previous evening still.

***

"Jake, will you please tell me what's going on with you two?" Victoria asked as he tucked her in to bed. The Head Boy had sighed and sat down on the bed with her, trying not to get annoyed at her questions. It wasn't her fault that he didn't have an answer after all.

"I don't know, Vic. Honestly." Jake told her, leaning in to kiss his sister's forehead. "But, you need to go to sleep now, yeah?" He asked, trying to untangle himself from her cuddle. Victoria wasn't going to let go though, not until she got her answer. Or, at least an answer that she liked.

"You spent literally the whole time hugging her, Jake. Do you love her?" Victoria asked, searching his eyes for some kind of answer, because she knew that he probably wouldn't answer her question.

"I couldn't possibly love anyone, Victoria, you take all of my love for yourself. You know that." He told his sister, who merely scowled at him. "What?"

"You're making me sound like I stole all your love."

"You did." Jake said, teasingly.

"That's not funny, Jake. I want you to be happy. Azalea makes you happy, right?" Victoria asked, watching her brother go distant for a moment before he shook his head.

"Azalea and I... we're just friends, Victoria. She could never love someone like me." He whispered, finally pulling away from her. "We're... two different people." Jake concluded, hoping that was enough for the girl to tide her over until the next time she felt the need to ask questions.

"Jake..."

"Yes, Victoria?" Jake asked as he got to the light switch, ready to turn off the light and head for a shower after a long day at the Ministry. But, the boy would never have been prepared for what the girl did next. Slowly, she slid out an envelope and after a moment a photo appeared, black and white with some neat handwriting that he knew could only belong to Victoria.

"Mr Harrington sent this to me. I want you to keep it though. I'll ask him for another copy." She said, holding it between them to make Jake walk back over. He did, taking the picture of Azalea and him in his hand and studying it. The writing made him gulp slightly before looking to Victoria with a questioning gaze. "Good night, Jake." She said softly, closing her eyes as Jake tried to come to terms with the message on the picture.

***

"Mr Newbury...?"

Jake looked up at the panel of judges, not even aware he'd had his eyes closed until he looked up at the woman who said his name. She was looking at him as if he was slightly odd, but Jake couldn't remember doing anything. But, that was when he realised he'd moved without even meaning to. "Did... I pass?" Jake asked, looking around him to see that he was perfectly okay, and just where he was supposed to be.

"Yes, yes you have, Mr Newbury." The woman said proudly, not making any comment on how the boy in front of her had been murmuring one girls name for the last couple of minutes whilst he tried to move from one spot to the other. Nor, would anyone see how something so off topic could help somebody, but for the boy in front of them it had. The woman hurried over with the papers and ushered him back in to the corridor, Jake was grinning from ear to ear as he reached in to his pocket and pulled out the photo Victoria had given him.

"Girlfriend?" The witch beside him asked him, trying to strike up a natural conversation.

"Uh... yeah, I suppose... She... Yeah." Jake finished, reading the words from Victoria once more.

"Perfection is overrated, but I can't think of a better word for you two..."

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Jake's Timeline 2009/10 - Seventh Year

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One shot centred around May 2010. I do not own the song, it is a great piece by Skillet - Don't Wake Me. Enjoy

Don't Wake Me
I went to bed I was thinking about you
Ain't the same since I'm living without you
All the memories are getting colder
All the things that I wanna do over
Went to bed I was thinking about you
I wanna talk and laugh like we used to
When I see you in my dreams at night
It's so real but it's in my mind

Jake woke in the middle of the night, a soft groan escaping his lips as he realized the last couple of hours had been nothing more than a dream. Azalea led sleeping soundly by his side with her head resting gently on his chest, the steady rhythm of her breathing the only method of calm that would work as he woke from yet another dream of Victoria. Things were back to normal in the real world, Jake was back to being himself and Azalea was still at his side.

But he still missed Victoria, though it only showed in his dreams nowadays.

And now
I guess
This is as good as it gets

“Jake, I swear to Merlin if you don’t come and help me now, I am not helping you with your summer assignment again!” Victoria said in a playful huff as she watched her older brother lark around in the ford. He’d left the picnic basket just out of her reach and the eleven year old was struggling to get a hold on it enough to bring it close to her.

“Alright, alright!” Jake returned with a cheeky grin as he hurried to his sister’s side to help her with the picnic. The boy laughed when she cowered away from the cool water despite the August heat around them. Once the basket was in a better position for her, Jake sat down on his towel beside her, smiling warmly as she unpacked the food for the pair of them and sharing it out. The eleven year old knew exactly what she was doing as Jake tucked in to the sandwiches they’d prepared together earlier.

“Our little secret, eh Jake?” Victoria asked, motioning to the ford around them and the time they spent together all summer. Even at eleven she understood the implications of an older brother being too attached to his little sister. It wasn’t cool.

“Our little secret.” Jake replied with a nod, leaning in and kissing her forehead.

Don't wake me
'Cause I don't wanna leave this dream
Don't wake me
'Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough
When it's you I'm dreaming of
I don't wanna wake up

“How about this one?” Victoria asked, holding up a dress that didn’t look anything like Azalea would wear. Too… pink. Jake rolled his eyes and shook his head at his sister for being so silly about even suggesting such a dress for his girlfriend. “Oh, not for Azalea! For me!” The girl quickly amended, not realizing Jake would take things quite so literally.

“I think it looks beautiful, though there are other colours, Vic!” Jake replied, earning himself a very reproachful look from the younger of the siblings. “Oh, come on, you know your wardrobe is fit to bursting with pink! It’s scary!” A pair of tights flew in Jake’s direction which he caught effortlessly in his left hand. Both Newbury’s broke out in to laughter at the scene and went back to trying to find something for Azalea’s birthday.

I went to bed I was thinking about you
And how it felt when I finally found you
It's like a movie playing over in my head
Don't wanna look 'cause i know how it ends
All the words that I said that I wouldn't say
All the promises I made that I wouldn't break
It's last call, last song, last dance
'Cause I can't get you back, can't get a second chance

“Jake! Jake!” The wheelchair only just managed to stay on its wheels as Victoria hurtled around the corner after him on his morning run. How the young Wormwood knew where he was going to be, or why he was even at the school anymore was beyond the boy as he looked down at the older version of his sister, just about recognizable to him.

“What’s up, Vic?” Jake asked casually, stopping to save her from being so reckless in her wheelchair. Azalea had enhanced it years ago now, and still the boy refused to trust it. There were too many possibilities to be going on with, and Victoria’s safety was imperative. The boy waited for her to continue, taking in the almost fixed grin on her face.

“Humphrey asked me to the ball! But… but not as friends this year! He asked me to go as his girlfriend!” Victoria explained breathlessly, her smile growing even more as she looked up to her brother for approval. “Isn’t that great? Azalea has been telling me for ages that it was going to happen, I never believed her, but…” The girl broke off as Jake pulled her in to a hug, letting her know silently that he was pleased for her. Because he was, Humphrey was a great guy.

And now, I guess
This is as good as it gets

Jake sat next to Victoria in the library, her eyes were fixed on her book, and his own fixed on his essay. Silence surrounded the pair as they worked, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. They were both busy with their work, too intent on getting done. Victoria had been stuck earlier, turning the book around to Jake and asking him to explain a complex piece of magic that no fourth year should be attempting. Still, the boy had helped her through it the best he could, explaining just how to do it and all the implications of actually doing it.

It was how they’d always worked, showing and explaining spells in different manners to make sure she understood. Professor Evans continued to tell Jake just how good Victoria was doing. The brightest witch of her age had been a popular comment by the Headmistress, something that made Jake’s chest swell each time he heard it.

His Victoria – the smartest witch of her age.

Don't wake me
'Cause I don't wanna leave this dream
Don't wake me
'Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough
When it's you I'm dreaming of
I don't wanna wake up
Don't wake me
We're together just you and me
Don't wake me
'Cause we're happy like we used to be
I know I've gotta let you go
But I don't wanna be alone.

The grounds of Salem were stifling hot that summer. Jake had offered to take Victoria off of Chloe’s hands for a couple of hours, telling her they’d merely be going in to the grounds and sit around relaxing. “You don’t think she’ll notice, do you Jake?” Victoria’s voice came from below him and Jake chuckled softly at his sister’s worrying.

“You’re the one who wanted to do this!” The man pointed out as they neared the lake. “You aren’t going to back out now, are you? Cost me a bomb to get such an extravagant swim suit!” Jake teased, making the angelic sound of Victoria’s laughter ring all around them.

“No, you’re right. I haven’t been in ages… And, well, you’re more than capable.” Victoria replied, though the worry was quite clear in her voice as he pulled up her chair by the furthest shore of the lake. As he knelt in front of his little sister, Jake took her hands softly in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re going to be fine, I promise.” He told her, before lifting her up enough for her to slide her trousers off to reveal the disgustingly pink swimsuit. “Though, I might die of girl overload if you don’t tame the pink soon!” He teased, hoisting her out of her chair and in to the water.

She’d wanted to swim for ages, their mother being too protective had firmly said no because of all the problems, but Jake knew his little sister would be okay. He would never let anything happen to Victoria. Not in his wildest of dreams.

These dreams of you keep on growing stronger
It ain't a lot but it's all I have
Nothing to do but keep sleeping longer
Don't wanna stop cause I want you back

“Student of the year goes to… Victoria Newbury!” Professor Evans called over the crowd of parents and siblings alike. Azalea had been sat beside him before they’d both stood up cheering, clapping and in Jake’s case whistling their appreciation for the award being handed to his little sister. The grin on Jake’s face could have lit up the whole room, though it was bested by the girl who wheeled up to the front of the room.

The eighteen year old Victoria accepted the award graciously from Professor Evans before turning her attention to the crowd, or more specifically, Jake. The girl put her thumb up to her brother, her grin never faltering as Chloe navigated them both off of the stage.

Azalea’s hand rested on his arm to pull him back down in to his seat, but even though Professor Evans moved on to other awards, Jake remained grinning. The perfect picture of a proud brother.

Don't wake me
'Cause I don't wanna leave this dream
Don't wake me
'Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough
When it's you I'm dreaming of
I don't wanna wake up
Don't wake me
We're together just you and me
Don't wake me
'Cause we're happy like we used to be
I know I've gotta let you go
But I don't wanna be alone.

“You know if you wait much longer, she’s going to think you don’t want to, right?” Victoria asked, looking up at Jake with a raised eyebrow as he busied himself with work. There was so much to do and never enough time. The small house that he now called home with Azalea had been turned upside down by the man as he tried to find what he’d done with an important piece of work.

“I know, I know.” Jake muttered, scribbling notes down on the page without really acknowledging Victoria’s words. There was just too much to do. Things like that could wait, Jake was almost certain of it. Azalea was happy, so why did they need to sign a piece of paper?

“Jake, come on, almost everyone you were at school with has gotten married by now. I mean, I know you wanted to wait, but you’ve been together for ten year now!” Victoria said huffily. “I want my chance at being maid of honour! Or, at least a bridesmaid!” She added, trying to lighten the mood of the situation as Jake led his pen down and looked at her.

“Waited too long, huh?” Jake asked, not really sure on how all of this really worked.

“A little.”

“Think she wants to though?”

“Jake!” Victoria whined, throwing a curled up piece of paper at her brother’s head for being such an idiot in respect to women.

“Alright, alright, I’ll look in to it!”

“We’re going shopping.”

“When?”

“Now.”

I went to bed I was thinking about you
‘Cause I don’t wanna leave this dream
It ain’t the same since I’m living without you.
‘Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough
I know I’ve gotta let you go
But I don’t wanna wake up.

The scene played out before him once more. A scene that he’d never witnessed himself, but a scene that felt like he’d been there regardless. The snow clung to the mountain side, some areas as precarious as the women who liked to drink at the Devil. As she travelled up higher, the determination on Victoria’s face increased in intensity. She was pushing the limits of the chair because she had to get up the top of the mountain and back down before Jake would even notice.

The chair handled each corner like a soft bend rather than the deadly twists they really were. Jake could only be stuck watching as she skidded around the next corner, and the next. Each moment forced the inevitable to come true. Jake knew what was coming, but he never had the strength to wake himself up. Each time he would see it and believe there was a different ending.

Each time he hoped there wasn’t that patch of ice.

Hoped there was no skid off the edge.

Hoped Victoria would never fall from the side of the cliff.

But he would always wake up in a cold sweat, his breathing erratic as what was his little sister crashed in to the floor. His dreams brought him back to reality with a jar, reaffirming the truth of it all as he waited for his body to calm back down enough to go to sleep. Praying that Azalea never noticed, hoping he would lose the dreams soon.

The boy leant down, kissing Azalea’s forehead once he’d confirmed she was asleep. That they were both going to be okay. A soft smile hinted on her lips as she snuggled closer with a small contented sigh. The Head Boy waited a few more moments to make sure she was definitely asleep. The girl was all he ever needed, much more than he deserved. His world, personified. The boy had come to realize this now, and he was never letting her go. He settled back down beside her, his voice dropping to no more than a whisper.

“I love you, Azalea Harrington."

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Graduation Party 2009/10 School Year

As exams threatened to take the last of the sanity from both the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. students, Jake was starting to realise just how little time he had left at school. With Azalea. It increasingly made him aware that he was almost permanently worried about what he was doing in comparison to the time he was spending with his girlfriend. Things were going to be okay, he’d told himself as he hurried back from his final exam.

Professor Finn had insisted on choosing the spell Jake had had the most difficulty with to access him in his Defensive Magic exam. He’d known beforehand, of course, and he’d been practicing relentlessly to close off his mind. For the first time in the exam, Jake had felt nervous for an exam. The whole thing was causing his head to spin around – but as Professor Finn called him forward, the boy slowly relaxed himself and closed his eyes. Not thinking, not seeing.

Nothing.

Jake only opened his eyes again when he felt someone squeeze his shoulder. The Head Boy looked up to see Professor Finn stood next to him, pride covering her face as she looked at him. “Well done,” She whispered, sending him off as she called out the next student to come and take a shot. Jake had merely disappeared, heading straight back to the common room. Even if he’d managed to keep the professor out, it was draining on his system.

But the last exam was gone now. He had no lessons for the last couple of days of term. Just time. Time to say goodbye, time to make sure he knew where all his friends were going to be. One last time to see all the places he probably wouldn’t again. To absorb all the memories that would last him a life time, because Salem was soon to be his past, the world his future.

Even if the most important person was still here, he’d still be moving on, moving away.

But it was a year. Little could change in a year…

***

The music pumped around the room – Professor Evans had cleared out the Dining Hall for the Seventh Years as was tradition and the Head Boy had set to work with his selected team to redesign the room. Usually the Head Girl was there too, but with Azalea only being in her Sixth Year it was inappropriate for her to be involved. Or so most Seventh Years had insisted, Jake would honestly have liked her to be by his side, but he didn’t push the argument.

But each student had managed to add their own novelties to the Graduation Party. The Nightshades had managed to smuggle in the alcohol. The Belladonnas had supplied the room with its music and the lighting for the makeshift dance floor. And in true Wormwood fashion, they had set out the chairs and home comforts as if you may be interested in sitting down all night.

Still, as the Head Boy wove between the guests, who all looked to be having a great time, he could tell that the night was going to be good. “Jake, you haven’t got a drink in your hand, buddy!” Mike called, pushing a glass in to his hand as the boy continued to talk to the two blonde haired girls in front of him. Amelia and Molly were moving on to the Ministry, it seemed as they continued to talk. Jake remained vague in his new job, because there were some things he wanted in life, and right now being leeched by women was not one of them.

Mike on the other hand…

“So, did Jake tell you he’s playing for the Moose Jaw Meteorites next year?” The Belladonna asked, letting out a small groan afterwards where Jake’s fist collided with his arm. “What was that for?” Mike added, looking to Jake with confusion.

“The Canadian Quidditch team?” Molly asked, her eyes growing wide at the prospect. “Aren’t they one of the best teams in the world at present?”

Jake sighed as Mike grinned beside him. Apparently being the best friend of a new celebrity meant you could tell everything, but Jake nodded to the girls. “Yes, I’m joining the Meteorites.” He told the girls as Mike looked at him in the same manner they had maybe a year ago in the company of girls. Mike wanted one, but he needed Jake to get rid of the other. The boy rolled his eyes at his best friend, but took up the place of wingman as he struck up conversation with Amelia.

Five minutes later, Mike and Molly had gone.

Of all the things Jake knew about himself, the ability to wrap so many girls around his finger had always come naturally. Amelia held no differences as she latched on to every question and without little regard for Jake’s prominent relationship, she was trying to flirt with him too. It was one of the many reasons he’d only told Mike and Azalea of his job starting in August. If it got out… He just couldn’t do that to Azalea.

As the conversation turned yet again away from meaningful conversation to subtle hints that she was going to be alone tonight, another blonde caught Jake’s eyes. Catherine. Perhaps he might have missed the girl over the last few months, it was odd really. They’d shared a lot of firsts together, grown up together. Even if Jake had never seen her for more than a sexual exploit, she was still a friend first and foremost.

“Give me a minute, yeah, Amelia?” Jake told the Wormwood girl, excusing himself as he started to move towards the Belladonna girl.

“Oh sure, play the life of big shot now! Ditching one girl for another!” Amelia called after him, her tone uncertain in whether she was really annoyed or amused by the boy’s antics. Jake honestly didn’t care if he’d annoyed her, the whole school knew where his loyalties lay. That girl wasn’t here. But, he had to talk to Catherine before he left Salem. Had to make sure things were still…

“Jake!” Catherine exclaimed with a warm smile, pulling him in to a hug and brushing her lips against his cheek. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you all night! Thought you were avoiding me!” She teased as she let go of him, taking in his formal attire. “Looking good this evening too!” She added, causing them both to laugh.

“I’ve been busy, not av-“

“Ah, busy. Getting Mike a girl to sleep with is not busy, Jake!” She told him sternly before laughing softly once more. Her smile was infectious, Jake found as he smiled back at her shaking his head at her statement.

“In fairness, I was simply talking to Amelia and Molly about work, no intention of getting Mike anything. And then he just popped up. Surely you’ve noticed he does that a lot when I have a crowd of girls around me?” He asked, and Catherine conceded the point with a single nod. The Head Boy closed his eyes momentarily, steadying himself as he felt the alcohol running through his system, how long had it been since he’d last drunk? “Can I talk to you, outside?” He asked softly as he opened his eyes again.

The confusion in the girls eyes was apparent before she nodded, taking his arm as he led her out through the make shift doors to the lawn outside. There were a few couples around and about that were doing things… Jake looked away, not wanting to know who was getting off with who in a last ditch chance in goodbye. The Head Boy led Catherine away from the main group of people before he spoke again.

“Catherine, I just wanted to say… that… well, I guess I wanted to say thank you.” Jake told her very softly, avoiding her eyes because he wasn’t even sure where this was coming from anymore. “For being there throughout the years. I know Mike’s been around too, he probably always will be-“

“Jake, I’m not going anywhere either. You know that?” Catherine asked, reaching up to wipe away the stray tear that had surfaced from seemingly nowhere. “I know… I know Azalea and I never really got on, but I’m going to be here still. I’m glad you found that one girl who can make you happy.”

Some things you expect from Catherine, other things just don’t sound right. Catherine Wright was never one to concede something she’d always deemed hers. But now… “You’ll write?” Jake asked weakly, because even if they hadn’t really spoken in months the boy needed all his friends still. Catherine nodded her reply to him, because even if people thought she was a heartless bitch, there were some people who just got under that skin and let you be yourself.

Without another word, Jake pulled Catherine in to a hug. Because even if he had Azalea, even if Catherine wasn’t his anymore, even if he shouldn’t admit it, the girl was a comfort to him. The Belladonna girl had pulled the third year from his shell and made him the man he was today. “Thank you.” He whispered in to her hair, as he held her close for what he deemed to be the last time. Everyone knew how things went once you left the school. People promised to write and never did.

“You know… that’s the first time you ever held me in public, Jake?” Catherine told him as she pulled away from him to look up in to his eyes. The Head Boy chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You would count these things, wouldn’t you?” He asked jokingly, as he finally let her go.

“Only because what I told you two years ago still stands now, Newbury.” Catherine told him, a slight blush creeping in to her cheeks as she turned to leave before checking her step and turning back around. “I think it always will, too. Azalea is a lucky girl…” She stated in no more than a whisper as she finally made up her mind, tip toeing to reach his lips as she very carefully pressed her lips to his.

“Look after her, Jake.” She whispered against his lips, their eyes locking for a moment as she showed him the sincerity of her words.

Of all the things Jake would expect from Catherine, such sincerity was not one. The act of true kindness that she’d left with was disorientating, how could she feel one thing but tell him to do something that would surely…

Hurt her?

The Head Boy came back from his reverie to catch her white dress slip back in to the party. He’d never realised until today, that maybe Victoria had never been the only one who needed him. No, at least two more girls needed him right now. Two girls put him as important in their lives and it was his place to fulfil that role. There had to be a way in which he could live up to it, make sure both girls knew they were important to him too…

But Azalea…

The boy downed the rest of his drink, putting it on a nearby table before turning his back on the party and heading towards the front doors to the castle. He couldn’t party when the life of it wasn’t there. Tradition stated the Head Boy and Girl were supposed to party their last night’s away. Together.

He’d failed on that one promise he’d always made to Azalea. Jake had forgotten the truly important part of the Graduation Party. It wasn’t about getting drunk, it wasn’t about reminiscing. Graduation Parties were for spending with the ones you loved, for showing them the future, telling them that no matter what anyone else might think, you were going to be there for them.

As he snuck back in to their common room, Jake found it deserted. It was perhaps past two in the morning by now, likely she’d be fast asleep. “Jake..?” Azalea called sleepily, rolling over as he moved to his side of the bed and removing his shirt and trousers.

“I’m here.” He replied softly, pulling the covers down enough for him to get in as she instinctively moved to cuddle in to him, her head on his chest. Only when her breathing relaxed back down to a slow rhythm did Jake feel himself relax, his arms pulling her closer to his body. “I missed you.” Jake whispered softly through the darkness, feeling the tears welling up at the prospect of what was going to happen in a couple of days.

From below, a sleepy comment that sounded something like “I missed you too” came to his ears in Azalea’s voice. Whether she was still awake, he didn’t know, but seeing as the room fell silent once more he guessed he already knew the answer. The Head Boy reached up to his eyes, brushing the tears away from his eyes, no good was going to come of them, and he knew that. He knew a lot of things right now, and the scariest wouldn’t go away.

They just weren’t going to cope.

Not without each other…

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Jake's N.E.W.T. Results

Subject	Result
Potions	Exceeds Expectations
Defensive Magic	Outstanding
Transfiguration	Exceeds Expectations
Herbology	Acceptable
Charms	Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures	Exceeds Expectations

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Jake's Signing for Moose Jaw Meteorites

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Jake's Timeline - 2010/11

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January 2011

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The Jazalea Flat

No longer occupied, or relevant.

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Jake Newbury's Timeline 2011/12

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People of Note to Jake Newbury

Alexis Newbury*
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Jake's mom - Born in 1967 - Married to Henry Newbury - Jake dotes on the woman more than he'll admit and wouldn't be half the man he is today without her either.

Henry Newbury*

Jake's dad - Born in 1965 - Married to Alexis Newbury - A man Jake has always looked up to as the man he would always like to become, strong, hard-working and loyal - or so Jake believes.

Victoria Newbury
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Jake's younger sister - Born in 1998 - Jake absolute adores his little sister more than he can possibly say, she brings a smile to his face and is always buzzing with energy. Most definitely his remedy for feeling slightly blue should he ever need it.

Gavin Pierce

One of Jake's closest friends, they've been through a lot together, and likely will go through a lot more, only time will tell!

Michael Livingston
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Another one of Jake's close friends, Michael and Jake have been through many tough times together, but hopefully if they pull strength from one another they will eventually steer one another in the right direction.

Mike Turnberg*

Jake's best friend and fellow Belladonna whilst at school. Mike now works in the Quidditch industry as a commentator to a lot of games as well as reporting on sporting news in his free time.

Catherine Wright*

Jake's sexual interest for many years (pre-Azalea) who grew to become something of a close friend after that interest ended. Currently working alongside Jake at Moose Jaw Meterorites as a Sports Therapist.

*NPCs