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Their suspension is over and the boys are under strict probation, especially from Crewel. The community service in question is to clean up the uninhabited rooms in Ramshackle. Why not just let the Prefect and their familiar do the cleaning instead? It's their dorm after all! But it's not like they couldn't protest.
Subsequent to the events of the suspension, Rook got himself a new hat since his usual was claimed by the oozing elephant glue, probably dissolved into nothing. That fact got Rook and Trey thinking... Did Jameson not use his cane throughout the whole ordeal? He seemed just fine standing up, walking around... Hell, even saving their asses from potential death back there.
It's lunch time when Trey and Cater sat with the Pomefiore student. This time, the cane decorated with golden and silver motifs leaning against the table at a stable angle.
"Now that I recall... Why didn't I see that cane of yours around during that... time?" Trey didn't want to bring up about the event, especially NOT in front of Cater.
"Oh, you mean when you guys dragged Jamie along and blew up the lab?" Cater glanced at the two, peeling away from the screen of his phone. As usual, he's probably texting someone or scrolling through social media.
The other had his composure slip just slightly at the memory of the predicament, not to mention the silly nickname Cater insists on calling him.
"You..." he let out a scoff and rolled his eyes before finally replying to the curious Trey.
"You see... It completely slipped my mind that day."
Trey choked on his water upon drinking it the moment those words left his lips.
"Oh... I didn't peg you as the forgetful type, James" he chuckled sheepishly at the admission. It was hard to gauge his mood with that stone cold face of his.
"Some things are bound to happen. Forgetting something crucial included," a small amused chuckle escaped.
Was that... A LAUGH? FROM JAMESON NO LESS??
Cater was caught off guard, his mouth hanging open while slowly putting down his phone. From all these years knowing him, he never showed any hints of laughter. Well, at least in front of him. Trey meanwhile, doesn't seem to be unfazed. He definitely knows something Cater doesn't. Ah well.
The school bell rang, signifying the end of lunch break. Cater and Trey immediately get up from their seats, but Jameson seemed to be gripping onto the edge of the table like a lifeline, slowly rising up to his feet with a noticeably shaky right leg and attempting to hide the wince in his face in which he fails successfully. Getting the hint, Cater offered a hand to help him up, only to receive a swat before he walked away with a limp, using his cane for support.
"He's no different from a gramps..." Cater let out a sigh of despair.
"I HEARD THAT!"
Of course he did...