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Jack had been leaving Weasley's, leaving her shop in the capable hands of Kirsty and Andy, the latter of whom seemed to have made as recovery from a strange spell that had recently addled his mind. Jack was heading home because practice had been cancelled today, as Coach was terribly sick, as was their point Chaser. No point in practicing, really. So Jack was clearing her schedule, allowing herself a day to herself.
Though she was certain she would find some business other than her own to preoccupy herself.
As she walked, she spotted one Nathan Mills. Jack could honestly say she knew of every werewolf and vampire that had been created prior to the year before. When you were Head of the Department for Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, the werewolves and vampires were your biggest concerns, because they were often treated like creatures, but were so obviously meant to be treated like humans. Jack wanted to ensure they knew she had no prejudice against them. She had even taken to opening her home to werewolves.
"Nathan?" Jack called, approaching. "Nathan Mills?"