Post by Jack Hewer on Feb 11, 2014 11:17:04 GMT -5
The sun had finally decided to grace London with its presence, which meant that a certain Jack Hewer was in excellent spirits. He'd arrived in Diagon Alley about an hour ago to buy a few bits and pieces he was running low on, and had popped his head into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to see if he could spot any of his students in there just so he had a little bit more forewarning than usual about the kind of pranks likely to grace Gryffindor Tower with the outrage of their victims. Jack was generally okay with pranks, so long as they were a) funny, b) not damaging to anybody or anything, and c) imaginative. There was nothing more irritating than pranks he'd seen a hundred times before. He'd picked out a couple of third years over by the Puking Pastilles, and decided to leave them to it. It was likely only themselves they'd be trying to make sick, anyway.
Now he was sat in front of the Tamarisk Tree with a large glass of orange juice and a satisfied demeanour. This latter was due to the crossword in the Daily Prophet, which he was nearly done with. Frowning slightly behind his sunglasses, Jack reached up absently to scratch at his beard as he contemplated twelve down. The beard was a new addition over the summer, and he was rather pleased with it. He thought it made him look older and more dignified, which were always pluses when dealing with teenagers. It was a little itchy in the heat, though, so maybe he'd shave it off and just regrow it for the winter.
This train of thought was not preoccupying him particularly, however, and the crossword was beginning to bore him, so it didn't take long for him to spot the student he was waiting for coming down the Alley towards him. Putting a hand up, he gave Karina a wave to indicate where he was, and then leant back in his chair to get the waitress's attention, assuming Karina would want a drink or snack when she arrived.
Now he was sat in front of the Tamarisk Tree with a large glass of orange juice and a satisfied demeanour. This latter was due to the crossword in the Daily Prophet, which he was nearly done with. Frowning slightly behind his sunglasses, Jack reached up absently to scratch at his beard as he contemplated twelve down. The beard was a new addition over the summer, and he was rather pleased with it. He thought it made him look older and more dignified, which were always pluses when dealing with teenagers. It was a little itchy in the heat, though, so maybe he'd shave it off and just regrow it for the winter.
This train of thought was not preoccupying him particularly, however, and the crossword was beginning to bore him, so it didn't take long for him to spot the student he was waiting for coming down the Alley towards him. Putting a hand up, he gave Karina a wave to indicate where he was, and then leant back in his chair to get the waitress's attention, assuming Karina would want a drink or snack when she arrived.
