MoM vs. James Roland

"You're welcome. Its not the first time a Lupin and a Potter disagreed, and it probably won't be the last," Khaat smiled, choosing a seat on the sofa in her office. She took a sip of her tea and sighed, de-stressing. "Quidditch. I envy people who can fly that well. I never could fly well enough to join the house team. Just not one of my strong suits. I suppose I might be able to stay on a broom long enough to try to outfly someone at wandpoint, but thats about it. Can't say that I even know where my old broom is. I'm betting it was someplace in my parents' house before most of the house burned down a couple months ago."

Jess couldn't help but let his face reflect the fury he felt as Khaat chose to completely ignore his calls, rather than provide a proper answer to his question - how could the prosecution hope to maintain a proper case when they refused to answer any question led by the courts.

Still, he couldn't revert the decision of the chief warlock, though he had a fair idea as to what his next course of action was. As Jack stood to leave the room with Khaat, Jess knew that she didn't have much of a choice in the matter, but he couldn't stop a hurt look crossing his face briefly as she rose to leave.

Finally, he shook his head and placed his papers in a briefcase which he quickly vanished, before leaving the courtroom.

Jack grinned. "They both seem pretty good at that," she said, referring to the temperamental tendencies of both the Potters and the Lupins. It was a little thing she had observed- well, that everything who had ever been within earshot of one had observed. She again lifted the mug of almond tea to her lips and drank, keeping her lips tight, as she was not accustomed to the sweet tang that the tea offered. She was used to soothing soda.

Khaat mentioned Quidditch and Jack remembered her earlier feelings of inferiority and felt the need to prove herself somehow. “I actually got scouted by a profession team. Falmouth Falcons.” She was not fishing for compliments, she was just trying to prove her adequacy, something she rarely she felt she had to do. At the news of Khaat’s parent’s house, she said, “Oh no, I’m sorry.”