Run, run, run my darling.

Jack followed Teddy. The man had a way of calming her down- perhaps it was the fact that he was fruitier than an apple orchard; perhaps because he was brilliant at his job; or maybe she had simply known him long enough for his presence to be a comfort to the antisocial redhead. Whatever the reason, the tension balled up in Jack's being loosened as she followed Teddy to the bar.

They entered and warmth enveloped her. She adjusted her running clothes, aware that she was under-dressed, even for a bar: rock on. And suddenly, a cold chill gripped her shoulders. A small gasp escaped her and Teddy looked back. "You alright?"

Jack nodded. "Y-yeah. C'mon." They sat at the bar and ordered some ciders- much too early to already begin drinking- and began casually talking about the Ministry.

"Actually, Teddy... I may not be there very long." And she continued on, telling him all about the Falmouth Falcons.

Chase could feel the drain it had on her, watching Jack as she refused to admit she was there. It was something that was very sad for her, seeing her best friend in the whole world, reject her being there. Reject her so strongly she had put her hands over her head, and looked near tears. "I'm sorry Jack.." Chase whispered softly, walking around the room and examining others. It was like everyone had sides to them she could now see, stuff she would never have noticed when she was alive.

Chase sighed heavily and went over to the bar, smirking as she pushed a glass a few inches to the right without anyone noticing it. Chase got an idea, and went to the backroom, found a paper with a pen laying on top of it, and after a moment of really hard concentration, managed to write her name faintly and with shaky marks, on the paper. Then, carefully, she folded the paper, picked it up, and walked into the main room.

She glanced around, knowing no one would even see the paper as it floated seemingly in midair as she walked in front of Jack, and slipped the paper just under her drink as it was set down in front of her. Causing her drink to wiggle slightly each time she set it down.