Jack had been outside, walking around the lake to give herself a break from the claustrophobic aura of the castle. She glanced towards the Whomping Willow, recalling her trip there... She looked into the lake, remembering coming to the realization that she had grown up... So much was happening, so quickly, before she could even think things through properly...
Things were getting much to serious for her taste. She finished her circle and began to head to the castle, hoisting her knapsack higher. Suddenly, she spotted something, a figure nearby sitting at a bench. She stopped, chewing her lip and felt a devious, long lost expression fall onto her face, feeling normal, natural... She missed this expression.
She stopped and began to dig through her knapsack before fishing out a marble. She set it down and used the spell Michael had taught her, transforming it into a cat. She directed the cat towards the boy and quickly sought refuge behind a bush. The cat wound its way between the boys legs, purring and Jack pulled out her laser pointer directing it on the boys midsection. The cat saw it and backed up, eyes wide. That was when it pounced.