People who said that Azkaban didn't change them were liars, or had lived a charmed life before their imprisonment. Jack had been there for about a month, without ant real charges. The Ministry did not deny them the right to free speech, and yet she had been denied the right to tell the truth, and she had served her punishment. Everyone had told her she would be out soon enough, that they couldn't keep her for long without proper cause. But a month had gone by and no one had come to her rescue.
Except that French guy. After that nightmare was over, the Ministry was forced to remember she still existed and really had no reason left to remain in Azkaban. That and she truly was an asset to the Ministry. Now Zoe had her assistant back, partly. Jack did just as good as a job as ever. But she was no longer getting piggy back rides from male secretaries or irritating interns. She did her work with Teddy. She finished her paperwork. She stayed hours past closing. She arrived early. She went home with the animals she had rescued. A Gytrash named Are and a Jarvey named Fred. She did not step from this.
Except on days like today, when Zoe insited she take a day off and she felt too restricted by her home to stay indoors. So she went to Hogsmeade and found a bar and slipped inside. She refused to order her usual wine, a bad habit she had picked up from someone too familiar for her taste. Instead, she ordered some Whiskey. She had been there for awhile, drinking and then using a learned spell to clear her head, keeping her from getting too sloshed. She did not need trouble.
However, she was feeling entirely complacent, and she hated it. She did not feel like herself anymore. She needed something, something more or she would fade back into what she was in Azkaban. A specter that was filled with doubts and anger and fear, who was filled with emotion but did not understand how to feel. She had not cracked a joke, had not taken a challenge, had not gone on an adventure.
She would either die or become boring if she didn't do something.
Typically, men standing on tables, inviting large crowds and trying to charm women were the exact opposite of what Jack would consider to be a good idea. Then again, some of the Whiskey had gotten in her system, and the man exuded life, something she had been rather lacking of lately. She needed it back and maybe it would rub off. She kicked her chair out, and strode over to him, her head high as usual as she sat down. "I'm in," was all she said.