She had never. Ever. Ever. Met a more insufferable man.
If Jack had not been bound by the responsibility of raising her six year old cousin, she would have transfigured the man into a slug by now, or cursed him, or apparated with him to the top of the building and hung him over the ledge b the ankles. But the whole point on marrying Max was to avoid Azkaban, so it made no sense going to jail for the sake of protecting her faux husband. However, it did not feel like she was defending a husband. It sort of felt like the old days, when she would punch some chick for bashing on Chase, or some Slytherin for making a rude comment about Andrew, or fighting off an entire barful of people that had been irked by Nemo. It felt a whole lot like she was defending her best friend.
Huh. Marriage had not gained her a lover, it had gained her a best friend. She had gotten a sweeter deal than anyone with this marriage law business.
"And I make a mean rum and coke," Jack quipped. "But please - I'm not your love."
Ugh. He was literally the worst.
Jack faced a lot of obnoxious people who liked to trash talk. She was a professional Quidditch player, after all, and part of the job was being able to insult the mothers of your competitors. It was hard to remain empathetic in such a position, so Jack sometimes reminded herself that therese were people with families, and friends, and lovers, and those people thought their beloved whatever had an arse that the very sun itself shined out of. She reminded herself of the lonely nights these people faced, the exhausting hours, the painful moments.
But only sometimes. Mostly, she insulted their mothers and punched them in the face.
"Never heard of you," she said honestly. "Mostly because I don't make it my business to know the local wankers, but I'm glad I know the name so I can seek to run it through the mud next chance I get. Though it may be better to just show people a picture rather than flaunt the name if I want them to be disgusted."
Max spoke up and Jack turned to him. "Let's just go. He's really not worth it." Jack's eyes flashed with that Dyllan-danger. "Yes, but you are."
She turned back to the man. "Money and power are nothing. I'm not going to tell you the resources I have access to, because I've never thought a pissing contest was anything more than primal. But I can tell you this. You insult my family, or God forbid, threaten them again with 'more money and power than I can expect' and I guarantee I can make you cry in front of all of these esteemed acquaintances of yours - and what use will all of that regard be when they know you for the snivelling worm you are? Enjoy your night, and try not to get poisoned." She turned, and took Max's hand, confident enough to lead him through the crowd, away from the silly little man behind them.