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"Mhm. Pretty acceptable." Jake stared straight ahead, trying to relax himself more. His conflicting urges to leave, stay, and hit Milton were confusing, and Jake wasn't sure how he should act. So, for now, he'd just... go with the flow. That seemed like the best option.
Quidditch. He could talk Quidditch, at least. "It was good. Both teams played really well." Whether or not Jake credited the Ravenclaw captain, though, he wouldn't say. "I'm looking forward to our next match. Should be good, too." Yup. It was really a shame it wasn't against Ravenclaw.
But, still. Jake was pretty sure Milton hadn't come over just to chat about sports. But... he didn't want to bring up something that Milton wasn't thinking about.... even though he probably was. So. He'd wait. And if waiting didn't work after a while... he'd leave.
"Indeed," he said contently with a small sigh. Yep. This small talk was almost over. He couldn't do it. Not with
him.
Both teams played really well.
"From what I heard, Ravenclaw played the best," he said casually, adjusting the watch on his wrist.
"It was a shame I couldn't play in the match..." Milton put on a thoughtful look.
"Why did I miss the match agai-- Oh, that's right... Your girlfriend." Ah, yes. There was the subject matter Milton really wanted to talk about.
Milton kept his voice and composure unusually calm. Unusually calm for such a normally-grumpy person.
"Anya Phillips. Clever girl, that one. But I'm sure you already know that, don't you? Let me guess... She told you that you're nothing like any guy she knows. Not Alec... Not Tag... Not me." Milton finally turned to look at Jacob in the eyes, his expression serious, but still eerily calm.