somewhere only we know / JETHRO

[Saoirse Flynn]

BECCA, voila! Hope it's okay.
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Saoirse pulled open the door to the Leaky Cauldron. She was entering from the Muggle side of the pub, and - in typical British summer fashion - it was grey and raining outside. Pushing down the hood of her coat and shaking raindrops off of the ends of her hair that had managed to escape its confines, she plonked her umbrella in the stand by the door. The pub was as crowded as it usually was, and she stopped to greet friends and acquaintances alike as she moved through the relatively small room in search of Jethro, jokily chiding a couple about their choice of drinking establishment.

She'd been in the Muggle world in order to pay a visit to her Auntie Bridget. To her relief, she'd been much better than the last time Saoirse visited, and so despite the rain, Saoirse was in good spirits. They'd spent the morning and a good deal of the afternoon pottering around the garden, sharing gossip and cups of tea, before Bridget had shooed her out of the door and off to Jethro's arms, although not without pressing a great deal of tablet and shortbread on her, along with some cuttings for Jethro's mum's garden. Privately, Saoirse wasn't sure that Imogen would really want or need the plants, but Bridget was obviously still hoping that bribing Jethro's mother was the way to get Saoirse respectably married off as soon as possible.

Spying Jethro at long last, she pushed through the crush a little more to get to him, face breaking into a smile at the sight of him. "Hello," she smiled, taking off her coat and folding it over a chair in order to snag a table from which the occupants were only just departing. 

[Jethro Hunter]

((OOC - I missed these two!))

Unlike Saoirse, Jethro had arrived at the Leaky Cualdron by floo network. His week at work had been both tiring and boring - he'd had what seemed like endless paper work to do on the latest case he'd taken care of, involving a brawl outside a Muggle pub, in which a wizard had drunkenly drawn his wand and used it on his Muggle opponent. A stupid, tedious case, as far as Jethro was concerned - the hex used had been a minor one, easily reversed by the Enforcement Patrol who had arrived on the scene, and the witnesses had all been so drunk that all they had seen was an idiot waving a stick ("Thinks he's some sort of bleedin' wizard, does he?" one witness had said, with a roar of laughter). However, it was a fairly flagrant breaking of the Statute of Secrecy, not to mention the fact that the use of casual hexes on Muggles classed as gross misuse of magic, and so it had to be taken seriously. He'd been relieved to reach the weekend, and even more relieved at the prospect of forgetting about work and spending his time with Saoirse.

He stepped out of the fireplace into the busy pub and looked around him. Saoirse had been spending the day with her aunt, whose health Jethro knew hadn't been too good last time Saoirse had been there, so he didn't know what sort of mood she'd be in now. He spotted her just inside the door, having apparently just arrived, and made his way towards her, meeting her half way across the room.

"Hey," he greeted her with a smile, noting that she seemed pretty cheerful and relaxed. "How was your day?" He leaned over to kiss her before moving to the chair across the small table from the one she'd just bagged.

[Saoirse Flynn]

OOC-- me too! silly babies.
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Jethro looked tired, and it tugged a little on Saoirse's heart-strings. For once, she omitted to tell him, coing to the conclusion that he probably already knew. She returned his kiss chastely, it was little more than a brief brush of her lips against his, but she'd never been one for dreaded public displays of affection really. As he sat down, she noticed a black smudge across one shoulder, and leant across to brush it off. "Soot," she explained briefly, taking her own seat across from him.

"It was good, Bridget's fine. She made me help with the gardening all day," the relief was evident upon her face, she was sure, "Which reminds me.." She turned away to rummage in the pockets of the coat on the back of her chair. They were rather large pockets, because it was a rather large coat. It was dark green, of indeterminate origin, very warm and universally hated by most people other than Saoirse, who was inexplicably devoted to it. "Here." She handed Jethro the carefully wrapped package of cuttings and seeds for Imogen. "Could you pass these on to your mum from Auntie Bee for me, please?"

Errand completed, she reached out and linked her fingers with Jethro's across the table, grinning at him cheerfully. "How was your day? Miss me something awful?"

[Jethro Hunter]

Jethro laughed, already feeling more relaxed and weekend-ish. They didn't go out all that often, what with both having busy, full-time jobs, but he had suggested this as a change of scene from either of their flats. And also a change of scene for Saoirse from the Three Broomsticks - they might be patronising a rival pub, but he'd informed her that it was unhealthy to spend her leisure time at work as well, and pointed out that the Three Broomsticks was unlikely to suffer much of a drop in profits because they'd gone to the Leaky instead.

"Thanks." He pulled a face and glanced at his shoulder to check that she'd got it all off. "Next time I'll just Apparate." He raised his eyebrows as she handed him the small package. "Plants. Thanks - just what I wanted..." he began with a grin, before she explained that they were for his mother. "Will do." He pushed them into his own jacket pocket, before taking the jacket off and draping it over the back of his chair. He thought that Aunt Bridget probably had an unrealistic idea of how much gardening his mother did. Imogen Hunter liked gardens and took pride in her own, and indeed probably thought herself that she did garden (and would therefore be pleased, if slightly baffled by the gift), but her idea of working in the garden was wandering round the beds and snipping the dead rose heads off.

"I'm glad she's better though," he went on genuinely. "That's great news." He squeezed her fingers gently in his as she took his hand. "Nothing like as exciting as yours, by the sound of it. And, naturally, I was pining all day - all this going to visit relatives, it shouldn't be allowed."