On the Roof, alone with thoughts

Jack caught him by the collar and yanked, and for the second time in just as many minutes Keith found himself on the ground. The Watch had stopped burning now - going into projection mode always seemed to tire it out or something, so it probably wouldn't work properly unless he really pushed it.

He decided to ignore her argument defending the werewolf. They would get to that another time, and besides, there was something more important happening here. "It's...uh..." Keith mumbled, looking down at the Watch. "It's...just my watch."

Jack glared at him, putting her hands on her hips as she glared down at him, again, on the ground. She wanted to know what the hell that was.She felt invaded and spied on, she felt as though she was right in thinking she should never trust anyone with anything, because weird stuff happened in this world and it seemed to never forget...

She stared in disbelief as he 'explained' himself. "Your watch?" she repeated, as though she had not heard him right. Could he really mean a watch was to blame for all of this?

Keith stood and dusted himself off. "Yeah. My watch. It..." he shrugged. "It can...look into the past. If there was enough emotion going during a certain event I can re-watch it...like with you and Ariel." He took it off an slipped it into his pocket, folding his arms over his chest and watching her carefully. "You're not the only one with secrets Jack."

Jack leaned her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Why did it seem that every prankster in this school had some sort of magical item to help them along. She shook her head. She had to admit, that watch was damned brilliant. She knew he was not lying, because there would be no point to a lie as far-fetched and stupid as that. There was no point.

"Keith..." She said slowly, lowering her head and fixing her eyes on his. "Friends, real friends,don't do what you did. If you were really worried, you would have told me, not posted something in your little article for me to find secondhand and for everyone else to see. You USED me like you used the Krums. Am I just a story, something to exploit and report? What the hell, man? Why would you do that?"

Keith could've lied.

It would've been really easy. He could've wove some bullshit story about being a reporter and being determined to give the people of Hogwarts what they wanted, etc etc. And maybe Jack would've bought it, but she probably would've seen through that kind of bullshit. So he told the truth.

"Because what you're doing is dangerous," Keith said flatly, staring Jack in the eyes. "And stupid. And if I can do anything - anything to get you off that road, I'll do it." He turned to go. "Because that's what friends do."

Jack did not like when people walked away from her. She liked even less when she walked away, but when other people left when she still needed answers... she got peeved.

She strode after Keith, calling, "What do you know, huh? Besides being racist and discriminatory you don't know anything. And don't give me crap about 'he's a werewolf, so naturally at the next full moon, he will eat you alive.' It's not true." She paused, wondering if she should really go as far as she was about to, but she had never had good impulse control. "I spent a full moon with a werewolf and I don't have a scratch to show for it. So this crap about werewolves being evil for the sake of being werewolves. It's baloney! Humans are the real ones to worry about that, so caught up in their 'superiority' we can't realize how ugly we've become. And THAT you can quote me on."