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Jace was startled awake at he was hit in the back of his head by the leather book. "What in the ever-loving hell?" He picked the book up and stared at it for a second as his brain figured out what was happening. Grunting he flicked his lamp on and opened the book, that seemed rather annoying at the moment, and saw Rosalynn's writing again. Chuckling as he read through her response he rolled his eyes and grabbing his pen.

Rosalynn,
xxxxxxDo you mind if I call you Rosa? Or maybe I should just forgo writing anything at all, I mean who said this has to be formal? At any rate, I wonder what it's original intentions were... It could always have been my fathers mad doing. He thinks that he's so brilliant, I wouldn't put it past him honestly. Where is your home country? If you don't mind me asking? I moved here to London as a child, because my parents were origonally from here and they thought Hogwarts would be a better school.... I digress again.
xxxxxxI do know muggles are not thought fondly of here, I don't see why the Ministry would cause any harm to the child. Seeing as I work for them, I think I could pull a few strings. Though he probably should go back to his family, especially if you can give him the potion. If anything you should give me your location so I know where to find your body. I mean what kind of person hunts down a pack all alone? Maybe I should appaparate to you and help you out? This kind of work is also my specialty, believe it or not.
xxxxxxAnd I'll have you know, I am very funny. Maybe you just lack a proper funny bone!? Here's to hoping you can actually reply and not be dead... this is the part where you imagine me holding up a glass of beer in a cheer.

The stickfigure he doodled on the page ↓

xxxxxxSmiling he closed the book. Wanting to see if she would reply again he took the pen and book down with him to the living room. After plopping down onto the couch he turned on the television to the novela La Reina del Sur. "Mom will throw a fit if I don't finish this soon. She's been dying to talk about it with me." He sighed out to himself. Lifting his hand up in the air 'Accio.' suddenly his phone flew into his hand. Unlocking it he sent his father a text.

xxxxxxWatching the tv he found he couldn't concentrate that well... For an odd reason he felt like he should go find this Rosalynn woman and help her retrieve the kid from the weird pack of werewolves. Sighing he ran his hand through his hair and stood up. After a pause he went upstairs to get dressed, picking up his black backpack he threw the journal inside and headed downstairs. He was going to help the woman, even if she didn't want it.

xxxxxxJace stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing the smaller one to dry his hair. Wiping the fog off the mirror he sighed, "Finally a day off. But who knows how long that'll last." Humming in amusement he turned sharply out the door. All of a sudden the leather-bound book lifted off of his desk and flew across the room towards him. Skillfully dodging it, the book thudded against the wall behind him. Grabbing the book he eyed it carefully, "I knew when they said take the day off something was bound to happen." Walking back to the desk he opened the book and set it down.
xxxxxxAfter putting on his pajama pants he sat in the chair and looked down at the pages and let out an amused chuckle. There, on the old tinted pages, was feminine handwriting. Carefully reading over the scrawled page his eyebrows furrowed. "Is this... like those cupboards I was told about?" he pondered to himself for a moment before deciding to fix himself dinner. 'I'll write something in it after I eat, no need to test the unknown on an empty stomach.' Once he finished off the leftovers he had in the fridge he made his way back upstairs to begin his test.

Rosalynn,
xxxxxxThis is a tad awkward, it seems to me that I have received your journal entry. This journal was given to me by my father a year ago, I've yet to write in it... Ah, where are my manners? The name's Jace, Jace Alexander. I'm twenty-four and originally from Texas. It seems you've gotten yourself into some trouble. Werewolves are no joking matter. I should let you know that the Ministry of Magic would indeed help you out if you were to inform them, seeing as werewolves are considered magic, even if they are muggle born. I do hope that you are not wandering off alone in unknown territory.

xxxxxx...Also you should that it's not easy to assimilate into the muggle world after being exposed to that lifestyle... Also good thing the full moon isn't for another three days huh? Joking aside, please let me know if you didn't die soon, that way I wont have to alert your sister and find your body.

xxxxxxLooking at the journal he sighed, it sounded so awkward and unlike him, but he didn't know anything about what was going on... She did not write of her location, besides that it was somewhere in Europe from what he could assume. Closing the book he walked over to the bed and flopped on it. "What am I even doing? This isn't normal... I should've reported it immediately." Turning off his lights he rolled over, pulling the blanket over him, and attempted to quiet his thoughts so he could sleep.