Jack sipped his morning cup off coffee hesitantly. Was it still flaming hot? As his lips reached the steaming liquid and embraced the brownish-colored drink, he cringed and pulled it back, the searing liquid spilling onto his fingers. He cursed loudly as he placed it roughly on the table, grabbing on his wrist and flailing his scorched hand around.
This is the last time I'm trying coffee...
Jack grabs a napkin off the old table he sat on and wiped his hand clean, it still red from the sudden heat of the coffee. He sighed, before grabbing at his other wrist forcefully, and pulling back his sleeve, revealing a beautiful gold watch. He looked at the two hands that ticked, and the smaller one rested on the 9. Jack grunted and let go of his wrist, looking back out the windows of The Leaky Cauldron. It was a third past nine. The light seeped into the shabby inn, and he squinted as a beam of light reflected through the glass, managing to direct right into his eyes.
Jacks short, stubby beard was scratched by his fingers as he suspected his longtime friend had forgotten they would meet. Of course, they agreed to meet each other at the inn at 9:30 sharp, but Jack was staying in one of the rooms anyways, because a Dragon Keeper that was supposed to be his new mentor was to come within this week to take him and a Dragon Egg to Romania where Jack was supposed to then on learn how to care for Dragons. Maybe they'd let him keep one as his own. That would be a dream come true.
Jack yawned, his eyes slowly moving around the place. Jack managed to witness his reflection in one of the silver platters that was on the table, and he didn't look very good. His eyes had slight bags under them, his recent graduation of Hogwarts and living on his own taking a toll on him. He wore a stripped button up shirt, the shirt unceremoniously wrinkled and dirty. He was truly a sight for sore eyes for someone who hasn't seen him in almost 6 months.