Jack twisted the latest edition of the Daily Prophet anxiously as she scanned the listings on the bulletin board central in the Leaky Cauldron. She had finally decided it was time to move out of her dream house. She had hoped she could manage with Weasley's and her Quidditch job, but the pay simply wasn't equal to what she had earned as a Ministry Head. Wheezes was in the slow season as well, which took a toll on her, and though the Quidditch salary wasn't meager, it wasn't exactly lucrative either. There was more pride than money in the sport.
It had not just been the change of occupation that had so drastically changed the nineteen year old's circumstances - other expenses had arisen. She had been the one notified when Satan's was on the brink of foreclosure - and she had now added the bills of the nightclub to her budget. And she had received a very troubling letter via the muggle post. She had it nearly memorized by now, so haunting the words had been to her. It had been in her father's neat, little print, very simple as though he wrote it when her mother was busy screaming at someone else, too distracted to notice him.
Jaquellene -
Riley's taken a turn for the worse.
We're trying to arrange a meeting for you and Sunny.
I only ask out of need.
Love, your father.
Jack had taken an alcoholic, suicidal, drug-addicted wizard to her clean, suburban childhood neighborhood for the whole reason of demonstrating to her parents that her home was not a suitable one for children. Before she had dragged Nemo along, she had introduced them to a werewolf. Though it was true that neither man was in Jack's life anymore, a fact that neither parent knew, she could not fathom how her father could still suppose her a proper option for her six year old niece. How was it that the muggle family thought that she, a nineteen year old witch, had any place raising a muggle child?
But, it was a possibility she had to account for, which meant her dangerous house in a thickly wizarding area would not be suitable. She had to find somewhere safer, nicer, and cheaper. So far, it looked like there were few options - unless she rented a house with another renter. And that... might be a bit premature.
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