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"...dis here's where I talk, right? Right--hey! Jack Kelly's the name, so if youse wanna talk ta me? Just...talk already. Dis ting oughta remembah it somehows--don' ask me how, it just does. Stupid contraption can kiss my--"

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From:

blueberryprincess

[ Evie Mills knows not to text Jack. He prefers voice, she's sure of it, and besides. He needs to hear the seriousness in her voice with what she has to say. ]

My love, I'm on my way home. Today has been hilarious and I'm sure you've heard about the witch I apparently managed to upset enough where she's thrown a first year student curse at me. Honestly. Spiders? I learned that at about the same time I learned the proper way to find the right shade of eyeliner. Such a basic and ridiculous curse, if it's even a thing at all. Which I highly doubt and seeing as I doubt it's even a real issue and the validity of a stupid rumor, I'm going to tell you to not go hunting down non-existent witches and their fictional vendettas.

[ She god damn means it, Jack.]

From:

goodolcapnjack

Tough. I get a name? I'm givin' someone a fat lip.

[Angry Young Man is Angry. NO ONE MESSES WITH HIS GIRL OKAY.]

From:

blueberryprincess

If there was a name, you’d get it at the same time mother did. But there isn’t one. Maybe this is a case of old habits dying hard, but Isle kids made it a point to remember everyone they’ve slighted and everyone they’ve been slighted by. I don’t remember any upset witch.