Chilled

Jack hated false alarms. There was a considerable larger amount lately because a bunch of kids from Hogwarts had apparently gotten so bored they had to resort to pranking the Ministry and had instructed their younger siblings to start sending in false reports of creatures loose here or there.

Tonight it was in London. Apparently, a rogue pegasus was loose in a park. Of course, when she got there, she saw that someone had taped cardboard wings to the bronze statue of the rearing horse. She rolled her eyes and her interns, Teddy and Cass glanced at each other, wondering over their boss's reaction.

"You guys can go on home," she said, walking up to the statue and ripping the wings off the horse. "I'm taking the night off, you can too." She flicked her wand and her work knapsack appeared and she pulled it onto her back. Her interns looked unsure but she merely tightened the straps.

"Okay, be careful Jack," Teddy said. "See you tomorrow."

They disapparated and she turned, walking out of the park and down the streets, muttering to herself. "Right. Tomorrow. For another fake crisis. Perfect. I need a drink." Her sneakers hit the pavement, and her hands reached up to pull the hood of her long black jacket's hood over her mane. She dropped her arms, flexing her hands in their fingerless gloves and wiped them on her jeans.

She walked and walked until a door opened, buffering her way as a crowd poured out. She could hear the distant noises of an orchestra from inside and felt the warmth touch her skin amidst the drizzle that had started on her walk. She glanced inside and a buffet of wind knocked her hood off.

People, dressed up nice, leaving the theatre with smiles and smal talk. She saw more people coming out and saw them glancing at her. Hair getting wet from the rain, thin pale face from her time in Azkaban, a clearly frustrated demeanor. She blinked and glanced away, realizing she had no place here. She turned and scanned the street for a bar.

She found one and her feet carried her through the forming puddles, a chill spreading to her bones. When she stepped inside, her hair hung in wet strings around her pale face, her fingers looking brittle with cold. She walked to the bar and wished with all her might she could have Butterbeer or Firewhiskey. Something with a bite that also warmed... "Coffee please?" she asked.

She sat at the bar, waiting for her drink as she drew the coat around her.

Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote:Of corse,

I shuddered....

Matthew jogged down the street, he was out for a nightly run. His hoodie soaked from the rain and sweat he decided it'd be best to just stop and rest for a while. Plus he was getting pretty soaked and was kind of cold. Sure he could apparate home but being the idiot he was he left his wand at home. He didn't stress much because what were the chances of someone attacking him or anything bad happening tonight. He scanned for a restaurant or maybe a bar to grab a drink. He spotted a bar not too far, across the street. He smiled to himself and jogged over trying to get out of the rain.

He walked in and felt the warmth overflow him. However he also could smell the stale beer that was being served. He sniffed and pulled his hood down, his hair matted with sweat. He'd grab a drink then get out, probably a bottle of water. He'd run home, shower then maybe go out for supper. He scanned around the bar, not too many people were inside. He started humming to himself as he normally did and walked up to the bar. There was a young lady next to him, she was served coffee and the waiter turned to him.

"Just a bottle of water please." he said, his scottish accent imminent in his words. He nodded to the young lady and smiled. "You look a little young to be in here." he said to her.

((Oh shush you!))

Jack never wanted company when people decided to include them into their little lives, and tonight seemed to be no different. Had she some hard liquor in front of her, she might have been a little happier, or at least less irritated by this newcomer that had decided she was going to get a talking to or something like that. She recieved her coffee and nodded at the bartender her thank you.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Aren't you a little old to just start talking to a young stranger? And my age is really of no consequence, otherwise I would not be here, would I?" People who decided her business typically rubbed Jack the wrong way. Work had worn her tired of all sorts of people and know she was being interregated by some older man while she was trying to relax. Perfect. She didn't even look at the stranger, just kept facing forward and drinking her coffee.

Matt grinned as he took his bottle of water. "You're making it very difficult for me to speak to you." he told her. He decided to hop on the stool next to her. He would talk to her, and maybe annoy her, he would annoy her good. "But I've always enjoyed challenges." he told her. He unscrewed the cap of his bottle and chugged half the bottle in one go. He smacked his lips and he snapped his fingers. He was subtly drying his hair, he didn't really need a wand for simple magic like that. At least he hoped it went over well. Ah he didn't really care in all honesty. He looked at her, she was so fixated on the coffee.

"Ah yes, the coffee channel. I just loved their special last week on frappuccino's." he said. He was still staring at her hair, it was long and red. She looked sort of displeased, but that doesn't give her any reason to try and ruin his night does it? He was at least making an attempt to make her laugh a little. Ease her up, she seemed interesting really. But she was young, probably a new graduate. Perfectly legal of course FOR THE BAR. His mind shouted at him. He took a short breathy laugh at that, even his brain was working overtime.

"Oh, am I?" she said, finding that his words were really no more than a very obvious observation that had not really needed to be voiced. Really? Had she accidentally come off as hostile? Oh my, that had NEVER been her intention, at all. Jack took another drink of her warm beverage, still focusing her attenton away from the older man at her side, as though applying the old "if you don't move, he can't see you" to this intrusive stranger.

But not only was he obvious, he was persistent. She finally turned to look at him as he commented on her attention to her drink, her irritated gaze meeting his cheeky one. She sighed and said, "Did someone lose you? You really should not chew through your leash." This coffee was not going to work. " She rapped her knuckles on the bar, summoning the bartender. "A scotch."

The man looked over at the stranger, having heard his concerns of her age and must have agreed. "Can I see some ID?"

She wanted to grumble- she had nothing like that on her. "Sure," she said, taking a napkin into her lap and slipping her hand into her pocket, her other hand covering the napkin. She gripped her wand and briefly closed her eyes, sticking her tongue out to look like she was fishing for her ID. The napkin transformed into an ID and she slipped her hand out, placing it on top of the other and then procuring the ID. The bartender looked it over and shrugged, moving off to get her drink.

He couldn't help but notice it took a little longer than it should have to procure her ID. He had, after all, spent some time bartending. And even people with fake ID's could pull them out quicker. He made a mental note and continued on, he heard her remark. "Ah, she bites back." he said more to himself than her. "Somewhere, out there I'm sure is a kitchen that's missing you very much right now m'dear." he replied, taking another sip of his water. "Next time you leave make sure you have a sandwich prepared for the man you're serving it to." he finished.

He looked at the bartender, he was busy hitting on a chick he didn't have a chance with. He smirked to himself, he wasn't looking at the girl now. But he could sense her still there, she was as stubborn as he was persistent. And there was something odd about her, a sort of good odd that you don't get from people often. Perhaps she was a witch, or perhaps she was just a bit of a klutz. He wanted to know more, she seemed interesting is all.

"So, what do you do for a living? When you're not in the kitchen I mean." he asked her.

Jack was not won over by a few jokes. Sure, it softened her a bit; she would be a terrible jokeshop owner if she did not appreciate some humor. But considering everything, she did not exactly find him funny in the least. He muttered something and she looked up in time to recieve the glass of her clear alcoholic beverage. She jerked her head at the bartender, still feeling betrayed by him for having sided with the annoying stranger.

She wasted no time taking a gulp of the drink, thinking it mght alievate the oncoming headache that she knew had to do with the man next to her. But halfway through her gulp, he suddenly told her that she belonged in the kitchen. She pluttered and choked, swallowing her drink the best she could as she turned to stare at the man.

"I'm sorry, you must be new," she said in a loud, rude voice. She saw a few people glance her way, obviously startled by her outburst. "I am more of a man than half the people here. If anything, you should be cooking for me." She stared at him darkly before turning away in digust, throwing back another gulp of the drink. He continued on and she set the glass down, turning to stare at him.

"Wild animal trainer," she said. "I have people who go in the kitchen for me."

"Well if you're in there I wouldn't want to go in myself either." he told her. He was losing her, how in hells name was he going to reel her back in. This was a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge...never. He was a persistent little Bastard. He started humming the Song of Storms to himself as he looked away from her. His eyes drifted up to the television that was in the top corner at the end of the bar. There was something or rather about a pop starts messup. Beaver something? Whatever it was he was pretty screwed apparently. He finished his water and sighed. He was lost with her, he couldn't understand her at all really.

He made a mental note that she was an animal trainer. What kind of animal though, he had heard from a source that there was a wild Pegasus around these parts. Maybe, well that could explain why she had taken so long for her to pull out her ID. But it wasn't a ridiculous thought, there was quite the ammount of witches and wizards in London all the time. He couldn't just outright ask though, he might look crazy if she wasn't. He ran a hand through his dry hair now. His shirt was drying as well and he wasn't stinking too horrible. The rain kinda washed his scent away. It was still raining, pretty hard actually. No way in hell was he running home in that. He was stuck here.