I Scream for Ice Cream!

That was it. Charlottle was tiered.
After 4 solid months of confussion and paperwork she was done for it.
And since the healers at Mungos said she really should stop smoking Charlottle Morgan fell back on to something else.
Chocolate ice cream and gum.
Both much nicer that stinky coffee and cigarettes.
Now if only she wasn't so bored.
Sitting there and looking around at the hustle and bustle Charlottle found a intresting looking person.
Who by chance was sitting at the table next to her.
Fate does have a funny way of sneaking up on people. Charlottle mused in her head.
Reaching deep into her bag Charlottle pulled out a old paperback book.
The hitchhickers guide to the galaxy.
She then procceded to throw herbag over her sholder pick up her ice cream and move to the table where that curious looking person was at. Glaring at the sun till she reached that girls table. She then looked at the redheaded, over focused on one item, person.
She sat dpwn at the table put her bag down and slid the book over.
"Hello. My name is Charlottle Morgan. And I was wondering. Have you every read this book? It's rather good I find."
She put her ice cream down and looked at the person who was staring at her weridly.
"Well?" Charlottle said impatiently. "Have you?"

When Jack came to Flourean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, she always ordered a large chocolate milkshake and she spread her work out before her. She liked it, because it was usually full of students who were much too intimidated by her reputation and constant scowl to bother her, but it was loud and lively enough to mask the work she was doing as well. People seemed to just leave her alone. Other places, Quidditch fans might approach her, or she would run into people from work or who went to school with her. It was for these reasons that she chose this as her base of operations on Wednesdays.

Fridays were Diagon lunches with Max. Wednesdays were ice cream work lunch hours. This was how Jack kept herself working, kept herself focused on accomplishing results. And when people risked interrupting her, she saw it as them risking interrupting progress, interrupting results, interrupting good work. And nothing made Jack more angry than people stepping between herself and progress. She had important work to do, and she was an important woman.

So when a stranger attempted to interrupt her, Jack found herself feeling very unmerciful. She openly stared at the woman for a moment, before saying, “You can try again. You can go back to your table, consider joining me, reconsider it, and I will have no reason to publicly humiliate you in front of all of these people here, okay? I’m busy – I advise that you let me remain so.”

Charlottle smiled at the redhaired woman. Suddenly she relised who this was.
It was her old Quidditch teacher from Hogwarts. Jack? Charlottle thought. Yeah. It was Jack.
Charlottle then sat down on the open seat, leanded in, and said.
"Oh I'm sure your idea of 'humiliation' as you put it can't be that bad." She pulled back and grabed the book, and opened up to the first page. Enjoying the look on the redhaired womans face. A look of utter suprise. "So, have you read a Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy? I know it's a muggle book, but you do have to agree, they have much better lesiure books. They are a much more enjoyable read, and quite fastnating. There are others that are better, but this is the oneI have on me today."

((The girls are actually the same age, so Char would probably know Jack because Jack was Quidditch captain and Triwizard champion. Jack didn't know many people so she might take awhile to recognize her.))

This girl clearly did not know anything about Jack, or did not believe what she had heard. Jack would have guessed that they were close in age - Jack was probably the girl's senior, taking in their different temperaments and the girl's way of socializing with a stranger. It was a very juvenile way to interact, and if the girl truly knew anything about Jack, she would have been (or should have been) more clever about interacting.

Jack closed her files, as they were full of very sensitive information, and she had no intention of allowing this girl to view any of them. And then, for good measure, she reached out and closed the girl's book. "Look here. I am working. You might not understand the concept, but I am doing work. Important work. Work that is very important to a lot of important people. You are not one of those people. Take your book, pick a different stranger with more patience, and retain some shred of dignity."

This person was incredibly stuck up. Thought Charlottle.
"Well dignity was lost when I was sorted into slytherin. Considering the rest of my famly was pretty much Gryffindor and Ravenclaw." Charlottle said then smiled. "And maybe if you orginized your work a bit better it would be eaiser to work with. And you still haven't awesered my question. Really I just want to know if you've read this book. Awenser that question and I will leave you alone and get back to my paperwork. In which can I say there is a lot of. And in which I can say is quite important. After all law enforcement requires a lot of paperwork." I smile again and wait for an awenser.