See You Again

Jack entered The Three Broomsticks with his head in the clouds. He hadn't been here in a long time, so it brought a wave of nostalgic warmth to him when his eyes swept the room, looking for a place to sit down. He had spent an uncomfortable amount of time in the muggle world, just observing and mingling with the nonmagical folks, as he actually had completely removed himself from their world post-Hogwarts graduation.

Jack took a few steps towards the counter, where he prepared himself to order a butterbeer. He wasn't quite old enough to grab a firewhiskey, no, he had to wait a few months until he could purchase his own. He stood there idly, his hands in his pockets, playing with his loose change, a crumbled piece of paper, and whatever else was in there.

As he stood there, his mind began to wander about his days at Hogwarts, and how reckless he used to be. He then remembered that ragtag group of students that he was apart of, Potters Army. The corners of his lips twitched upwards when thinking about it, and he then thought about The Order of the Phoenix, and his mind began to wander about the possibilities of his friends being in it, or whether anyone he knew had actually kept that rebellious nature within them. Jack knew it was time to get back into that sort of stuff, as when he was 18 he was all for it, but since then, he's calmed down. But he wanted to get busy again, Jack wanted to live for a cause.

Jack was enjoying the rain that had oh so suddenly plagued their country, as it often meant work could be moved to home. With the World Cup underway, practices were important, but it was also just as important to stay out of the horrid conditions. So rather than three hour practices to prepare those who had been recruited for the Cup, they had to settle for half of that in gym and conditioning time, with one four hour scrimmage a week. It sounded like a lot, but with Satan's taking care of itself and her projects winding down at the Ministry, she was finding she could actually spend time at home.

She had managed the boredom for half a day.

Now, she was throwing herself back into the world of the Knight's Watch and the Order of the Phoenix. The search for Audriana Swan was not gaining much ground, but she was beginning to figure out where Audriana wasn't, which was a start, no matter how lame. James Blood seemed to have withdrawn, but now she was chasing after the Americans who seemed intent on taking down England and their government.

Everyone had their hobbies.

Jack stepped into the Three Broomsticks, the rain having driven her inside. The rain would abate after a drink, she supposed. She looked about and spotted a somewhat familiar face, looking a bit uncertain. She made her way to the bar, clapping a hand on Jack Kubin's shoulder as she went. "Join me. I'll buy you a drink."

Jacks attention snapped back to reality as someones hand collided with his shoulder, the muscles around it tightening as he turned his head, looking to where the hand came from, then twisting his head to the other side to see Jack Dyllan walking away, the voice coming from her. He hadn't even seen her since perhaps the middle of her last year at Hogwarts, before she moved on to bigger and better things (Or at least Jack assumed. She was always a smart cookie.)

"Uh, okay."

Jack nodded quickly before he paced after her quickly, falling a step behind her before he noticed the rain that had caught itself on her. Jack had wondered how long he was actually just standing in The Three Broomsticks like a moron before she clapped him on the back, because it definitely wasn't raining when he was walking to the small inn.