The Three Broomsticks; Late Night

[veneficusvenato]

Jo is Bored. Adulthood is sometimes Boring. 



Fail, Adulthood, Fail. And the empty bar. 
Where she "has to stay" for the time being.






To counteract this, Jo is sitting on one end of the bar reading her mail.  Indian style. Wearing a cowboy hat only those who went to school with her would remember from their fourth year. 

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[veneficusvenato]

Jo's look says life is sssooo hard for him.


But she totally dodged that hand, holding on to her hat this time.

"Have you gotten to watch a desk explode -- accidentally -- yet?"

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

There is more face-making, which includes a touch of pout still.

"Yes, actually, Hatlin's was not on purpose. We were making Invigoration Draught and she switched knotgrass for ladybug wings. And then I had an explosion and a roomful of magically energized fourth years to contend with."

So he totally deserves the hat.

[veneficusvenato]

Jo grimaced, in an only half-comical way. Reaching up to touching part of her hair, turning it around a finger, before settling her hat more certainly.


Then. "You can not blow up my bar."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"I did not ask," Sokka points out snootily, chin lifted.

Disappointed for lack of hat.

"I would not even waste my time with such silliness, Josephine. How dare you assume."

[veneficusvenato]

As long as he calls her 'Josephine,' he'll never actually be too disappointed in her. She's not sure how she'd really take Sokka being actually disappointed in her.

Sokka who's always stood by her.
Always been proud of her.


Even if he had no idea what she was doing really.





Jo's mouth was starting to dip toward a smirk, as her glance shifted toward a table. A dangerous devious sort of light coming into her copper eyes in a rather too damn normal to not be familiar kind of way.