Freaks: Year Two

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Jasper had gotten a letter from Ethan later the next day.

Jasper,

I am not really good with writing these. But I wanna say thanks for the cake and alllllllll the candy. There was sooooooooooooooooo much candy!!!

Thanks for remembering.

Ethan

Jasper smiled at the letter. It really was short, but considering Ethan had never been a writer and that he never wrote Jasper letters, this meant a whole lot to him and he was happy that his brother had enjoyed the cake and the candy.

And his concerns had been confirmed with the last line of the letter as Ethan probably had not been expecting Jasper to remember and that's why doing these things mattered so much, so they all knew that he did remember, and that he would never forget and that even from far way, he was still thinking about them.

Jasper continued to write to Harry everyday as classes went on. He would always get the odd question from someone asking about him a couple of times a day, and he had to listen to his roommates trying to speculate on what happened to him to be in St. Mungo's.

"Maybe he has Dragon Pox!" Jonathan exclaimed.

Jasper hadn't a clue what Dragon Pox was. His mind directly linked it to chicken pox, but he didn't ask any of his dormmates what it actually was. He just told them to try to relax about it and reminded them that Rita Skeeter wrote gossip that ended up not being true most of the time, but still they wondered.

Jasper had a quidditch practice one day that week and it had been long. Cara had spent hours and hours coaching the chasers how to work together more accordingly and Jasper had spent a long time hunched over on the broom and he and Marty (and the rest of the team he was sure) had been relieved when practice was announced to be over.

"Oh, my back is killing me," Jasper groaned as he caught up with Marty who had just put their brooms away and was trekking through the wet grass.

"Must have been hunched over for too long," Marty said. "Make sure to ice it." Her tone was firm because she knew that Jasper was one to always brush off injuries.

Jasper nodded. Although, his back had always been more prone to getting sore. Just like his wrist had been. He assumed it was some sort of long term injury from his father that he had yet to figure out how to get rid of. But he had lived with it for a couple of years. He could ice it or put some heat on it and it would be okay (as well as it could be) in the morning.

Jasper's day would look like this: He would wake up, get ready for classes, make sure the others were up and getting ready, grab a piece of toast for breakfast, say a hello to Meg who was at the Gryffindor table most of the time with her friend, Dawn, and then he would go for his classes for that day, missing Harry's presence, get asked about him once or twice and then he would go back to his dormitory to write Harry about his day as promised, read a letter from him if he wrote and then he would write his brothers, do his homework, make a quick stop to the kitchens to say hello to the house elves and then he would sometimes work on the spell in the box AKA Operation Pygmy Puff, and then he would head to bed, laying awake most of the night worried about his siblings, wondering about Operation Pygmy Puff or wondering how Harry was doing.

One day during the week he even had ice cream with Alabaster as Jasper had been drawing out ideas for Operation Pygmy Puff when the Slytherin first year seemed to rise out from the shadows (also known as under the quidditch stands) to offer him a brand new flavour that Jasper had tried before, but he thanked him and took it anyway, because sometimes he did need to be reminded to eat.