Duke It Out

It seemed James was not quite so self-confident about the state of his own affairs if he had to ask her, practically a stranger, to suggest a possible job opening. Jack smirked, looking at the Quaffle that had become a reddish blur between her strong hands.

“Hurting for a job, eh?” she said. “There’s plenty of places. If you can spin a disk or bartend, Satan’s is always hiring. But if you don’t like taking orders, it will be hell. It’ll be hell in general. There’s a new place- The Artificium or something like that. It might be hiring.”

James thought about his situation. He's been wanting a job but when Jack pointed it out, he wouldn't want to be bossed around.

"I'll take a look." James was getting a bit confused because Jack would change between friendly and rude. Not that he wanted to be her friend. He doesn't have friend. Not because he can't get any but because he doesn't want any.

"About earlier. When you mentioned you're close to Death Eaters.. Are you one? Because, frankly, I don't understand how that works." James really hoped she didn't think he was stupid. Lucifer James D'Eath is not stupid.

James must have been really busy with his hookers and whore, because he seemed as though he had just resurfaced. She nodded as he said he would check the job opportunities out and she squatted, sticking her tongue out in concentration as tossing the Quaffle became more and more challenging. Her hands began to sting, just a little.

BRING IT ON.

Lucifer brought up the fact that she was acquainted with Death Eaters (little did he know, she had gone as far as to accidentally CREATE one of them) and she could see it really bothered him. It was laying heavily on his mind, she was thinking. She smirked a little to herself. It seemed she was in the presence of a classic Death Eater. "Me? Nah. In fact, eventually I am going to kill Ne'Os." She said it simply, and refused to offer an explantation. "You'll figure it out at the next battle." There he would see that she was a key player in the Order of the Phoenix.

James's mouth dropped open when she announced that she was going to kill Ne'Os. James knew it.

"Order, then?" James didn't mind the Order. As long as they kept their business out of his life then he was fine.

"You a big shot with the Order?" James asked.

He seemed surprised about her bold claim, but she did not respond. Her hands were beginning to hurt, so she caught the Quaffle and set it down, mounting her broom and floating so that her toes skimmed the top of the blades of grass. She leaned hard to the left so that the broom turned and began to float in absent-minded circles.

“I don’t have reasons to kill him because of any alliance. It’s all my own reasons.” Jack never liked to allow her alliance become a part of her identity. Especially since she often disagreed with the others. At his last question, she raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t believe in things like privacy, or secrecy, do you?”

James liked this girl. She was very mysterious in a way. He would have loved her if she was pureblood, but he wasn't going to go into that.

"Actually, I do. Just to myself though. I don't care much if other people think they need their privacy. It's not much fun that way." James thought she was trying to be intimidating always standing in front of him or on her broom in the air always making him look up to her. So James stood up, picked up his broom and hovered a couple of feet in the air right next to her.

"Since you want to keep your Order stuff private, I'll change the topic. Just for you." He said in a tone as if she was a child. "How old are you, Jack?"

She nodded at his words, glancing up to see him mounting his own broom. She straightened the neck of her own Comet out so that she stopped turning in the tight, slow circles. His words made her think. She had been that way once- curious about the affairs of everyone else, but completely unqilling to tell anything of her own story. She had learned it was the most dangerous life philisophy. Come in contact with the wrong person, and they would make you spill everything.

At his change of tone, Jack sneered at him, but turned so she was sitting side-saddle on her broom, hands keeping her in place. "I'm almost nineteen," she responded.

Wow, James was not expecting that. Jack seemed a lot more mature for her age. James had younger brothers and sister and they were not nearly as mature.

"Hm." James muttered. "I thought you were older. I mean, you're a lot more mature than my siblings." James answered back. At the same time holding back answering what his age is.

Jack shrugged. "When you live on your own and rely on yourself and get a job straight out of leaving school, well, that's usually what happens," Jack said, explaining without giving any real details as to the tragedies that so quickly aged Jack.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "I don't give information for free. I believe in an equal, balanced trade," she said, informing him with her eyes that it was his turn to offer up some personal information.

James keeps everything in his life personal. Except his name that is, but everything else he keeps to himself. When she asked for an equal trade. James knew this was all he was going to give her. His name and age. That's all.

"Twenty-Two." James sighed.