Jacob Henry, a lanky 16-year-old boy in vibrant orange robes, clutches a green wand that gleams with an inner light. The wand’s core is both peculiar and powerful—a single strand of his own hair entwined with a drop of his blood. He pauses, glancing at the bustling crowd, and wonders if the strictness of his academy’s magical traditions truly surpasses even Hogwarts.
"If only they knew what it took to make a wand here," he mutters, tightening his grip.
The room hums with the unique personalities of each house. Jacob glances toward the Benville table, where gentle students whisper and giggle about sneaking out after hours, and then to Jacobhill, where the troublemakers, proud of their pure wizarding blood, plot their next prank. At the end, Henryhouse’s youngest, ages 10 to 12, wave at Jacob with bright faces. He smiles, remembering his promise to teach them potions—one of the many responsibilities that keep him at the academy.
Jacob[/@ch_1] with a hopeful gaze.]
Headmistress Rowan, a regal figure with sharp eyes, leans forward. "Jacob, they’ve asked for an exchange student. They need help—urgently. Will you go?"
"I can’t. The younger students need me here, especially with potions. And if a teacher falls ill, I’m the only one who can step in for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Jacob replies, his voice steady but conflicted.
Jax May[/@ch_3] waits. He is a 14-year-old boy with short orange hair and an unnerving, intense gaze. The air between him and Jacob crackles with unease.]
"Guess I’m the lucky one to go after all, huh?" Jax says, his voice dripping with a mixture of excitement and something else Jacob can’t quite place.
"Just remember, Jax, these students are counting on you. Be kind," Jacob warns, though he knows Jax’s loving side is often buried beneath his odd quirks.
Jacob[/@ch_1] sits at his window, moonlight silvering his orange robe. He watches the pink-lit windows of Henryhouse, where laughter drifts into the quiet corridor. The weight of responsibility presses on him.]
He remembers the desperate tone in the letter from Henrys Unicorn Academy—a new school with too few teachers and far more students than even Hogwarts or Jacobs Dragon Academy. He realizes that sometimes, true courage means stepping into the unknown for the sake of others. "They need me more than I need to stay comfortable," he whispers to the night.
Jacob steps inside, greeted by a chorus of curious faces. He feels his wand pulse, as if recognizing this new chapter. "Let’s see if we can make some magic together," he says, smiling at the youngest students, ready to teach, protect, and discover what kind of wizard he truly is.
