Prediction 1: Jerome's Initiation

The fire crackled, the whispers from the smoke stentorious and hissing. A group of six students encircled near the burnt-out tree in the woods.

"Have you brought the item that means most to you?" Nina asked. Jerome nodded, clutching the scarf.

"Now toss it into the fire!" beamed Ambs.

"No way!" the boy argued, shocked. He then scowled at Alfie. "You never told me about this part, mate."

His friend looked at him sheepishly—turning 16 had no effect on his childlike mentality.

"Whoops?"

Jerome's lip turned tight towards the others. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"Oh," whined Patricia, "just throw in throw in the scarf, literally."

"No," his eyes turned cold. "This is my mum's," he looked down at it, rubbing the worn-out sections. "It's the only thing I have left of her."

"Oh..." Amber said, her cheer a bit lost. Since the beginning of Nina's entrance to their lives and perhaps due to the breakup influence with Mick a term ago, she had become more compassionate. "I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Nina asked. The group stood quiet.

His eyes downcast, a smile of remembrance appeared on his lips lightly. "Nina, there's some things we just don't bring up."

"Yeah..." Alfie stood quietly, even his bubbly self diminished. "Just let him throw anything else-"

"Wait! I got it!" Fabian exclaimed. "Drop in 20 pounds!"

"What!" Everyone stared at Fabian flabbergast.

"You've got to be joking," Alfie's mouth dropped

The brown-haired boy shrugged. "Jerome loves money, would could be better?"

"You mean worse!"

"Just do it, man."

With a pained expression, the tallest boy winced, taking out the notes from his pant pocket. Unconsciously, he pouted as he felt the paper notes leave his finger tips and disintegrate into the flames below.

"Now," Amber continued. "Repeated after me: I, Jerome Clarke, promise to protect the treasure of Anubis House and all its secrets," she stated, dramatically.

"I, Jerome Clarke, promise to protect the treasure of Anubis House and all its secrets," he repeated, rolling his eyes, his words clashed all as one.

"We now officially have our sixth member! Go team!" Amber clapped. The others clapped along, Alfie, Patricia and Fabian eagerly, while Nina's was somewhat reluctant.

"Guys, c'mon, we'll be late for class," Patricia stated. "Joy'll be back!" Quickly, she took her hand to her face, grinning. "Sibuna!"

"Sibuna!"

Jerome wrinkled his nose, before thought hit him. "Oh! Is this that word you guys made up?"

"It's not made up," Amber stated, her eyes blinking repeatedly and slowly. "It's 'Anubis' backwards. I created it."

Jerome blankly looked at Amber for a while, then scorned. "Who in their right mind would let Amber create your club's catchphrase?"

"He's gotta point," Fabian chortled.

One by one, the kids started to wander back out of the forest as Jerome took a seat on the log, tired. Alfie slightly narrowed his eyes, about to walk away. "You coming, dude?"

"Yeah," Jerome nodded. "Meet you in a bit."

He was 20 pounds less than before but that had less of an impact than the thought of sacrificing his Mum's scarf. He remembered the day he stole the belonging the last time he was back home, all those many years ago. The six-year-old had just come back home for the weekend after hearing from the headmaster that his parents initiated that their son could no longer return home after that day. It had been the last day he had seen his baby sister. Even if his Mum had noticed...they were wealthy; she could get any scarf, better and with more richer material at anytime. This scarf though...was comparatively old, and became unappreciated by his mother. She used to wear it all the time when he was more younger, the times he actually felt loved at home. How sad that they were his earliest memories and that events cease to exist to this day.

Really, there was just some stuff you don't share.

Author's Note: I'd love for you all to either tweet ImagineHoA on Twitter your predictions of Season 2 "House of Anubis". This does NOT mean using "Het Huis Anubis" or "Das Haus Anubis" season 2's as your sources. You may submit dialouge, just something very brief and I will toy around with it. I'd like each 'one-shot' to be short as the only time I'll be able to write these are on my 30-minute train ride to university or to home. Enjoy! Please review!