“Hey Gina,” Jake said, looking nervously over his shoulder, “what’s the sorting?”
“Dude, Jake, you just gotta stop worrying about it, man. You’re cramping my style.”
“Gina, we all look exactly the same.”
“No, you all look exactly the same. I am a goddess.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jake looked around again. Everyone else seemed so confident, and he … wasn’t. Maybe it was time to make another joke. “Do you think we’re going to have to fight a troll or something?” A girl standing behind him giggled.
“Jake, don’t be rediculous,” Gina said, “it’s not going to be a troll. It’s going to be way scarier, like a dragon or something.”
“WHAT? A DRAGON? Gina, we have to get out of here,” he whispered, panicking a little.
“Good evening students,” a tall, black teacher said in a shocking monotone as he walked through the door. “I am Professor Raymond Holt, and I will be your defense against the dark arts teacher this year.”
“You want us to call you Professor Raymond Holt?” Jake asked. The girl behind him giggled again.
Holt turned and stared at him. “Don’t you think that if I wanted you to address me as Professor Raymond Holt I would have instructed you to call me Professor Raymond Holt?”
Jake gulped. What does that even mean?
“Now, if no one else would like to make any other ridiculous attempts at humor, you may follow me into the Great Hall for the sorting.”
Jake is a classic goof-ball who is surprisingly competent and dedicated to doing the right thing. He’s like Fred and George. To me he is characterized by his loyalty to the 99 and to his captain. He always does the right thing, even when it sucks, and is brave enough to go under cover, turn in dirty cops, and wait it out in prison.
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