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.