The Three Broomsticks; Late Night

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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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"You were up at the castle and you didn't come see me?"

Josephine. There. Is. Pouting.

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"You had some small child shaking in front of you, so I wandered." Jo tilted her head. "Looked to be about third or fourth year? I think I heard something about contents of a cauldron on the ceiling and on someone else's head before a picture distracted me."

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"If you're going to avoid my classroom every time I have a student in there, you'll make it very difficult to continue this friendship," Sokka points out sulkily.

And makes a quick grab for her hat.

"Oh yeah, that was Hatlin, Jenny Hatlin. Nervous little thing. Panicked to death about getting a detention when all I wanted her to do was clean up the mess."

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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?"

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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.

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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."

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"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."

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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.