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Lowlow 
Willie furrowed his brows and looked at Jake as he stood up and pulled his pants up, tightly holding it with his pants so it wouldn't fall. A small grin was planted on his lips as he poked into his own right pocket and pulled out his wand, waving it at Jake's pants and murmuring a spell along the way. The pants tightened, fitting the boy's figure. "I alwayth be gettin' me clothes for Garret and they're always bigger," he explained, pocketing back his wand and looking back at him.
He then raised his brow and stared at him. "Oiiiii, be careful what you thay, Upstead. Or I be getting your wand into a knot." Willie didn't need anyone to get on his case, even if it were Upstead.
Watching mournfully as Willie cast some wicked-awesome magic, Jake felt jealous due to his own inability to do magic. "Thanks," he muttered, free to bend down and pick up his notebook and a few loose pages, before standing back up.
Looking in surprise at Willie, Jake frowned for a moment. "Dude, chill
out," he mumbled, stalling for a moment as he listened to the implied threat. At first he didn't get it, but with a small "Oh," of understanding, the boy backed off a little. "Sorry, mate," he mumbled, making note to keep an eye on this guy. "So... watcha doooooin'?" Jake asked, eager to steer the conversation away.