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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[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

He's just going to bask in the glory of that reaction for a moment or two. At least before leaning over the bar to steal a shot glass and pick up the bottle she'd gotten down for him.

Until he just can't hold it in anymore.

"Close your fingers around it tight and think the proper password - I bought it new and tested it out already, it's attuned to you already. And when you're done, open it up and shove something in there - it's really for letters and papers but I reckon you could fit any number of smaller objects in there, the length doesn't matter, just the width - then you close the top again and put it away and no matter who gets it where or why, no one can ever open it unless you hold it tight in your hand and think the password."

[veneficusvenato]

It's sitting in the palm of her hand. And he's saying papers or letters. And she's thinking she could shrink anything to fit in there really. Or put a really good extendable charm on the inside already.

Looking at it with this mesmerized tiny smile.

"What's the password?"

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

A box that tiny, of course there's an extendable charm on it.

And he is beaming.

"'Professor Sokka Aquam is perfection personified.' Once it's open you can change it, but you have to open it first."

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Jo's escape snort, turned into a laugh. And she back handed one of his arms. Not too hard. Since he was still so close.

"I don't know about perfection personified, but I still think he's pretty cool." She tilted her face to look at him again. "Even if he does look dorky in his miss-matched Brit Muggle Clothes and cowboy hat."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"I love this hat," Sokka points out, perhaps unnecessarily after all this time, gaze lifted to the brim and beaming as he reaches up to adjust it. "I love these clothes, too. I need to show you the scarf I picked up in Guatemala! I think they discovered new colors down there and put them in clothes. Is there such a thing as color magic? There should be a class on color magic. I need to talk to the headmaster."

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Jo laughed, listening to him.

"Color magic. The muggles love that idea, you know."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"Muggles are brilliant, too," Sokka points out, amused. "Oh! Oh! I got this, too!"

She is proudly presented with a large, fat, antique wooden compass.

That is spinning wildly out of control on magical grounds.

[veneficusvenato]

Oh. Sokka.


Jo looks so amused.
And utterly unsurprised.


"Look! It's a compass."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"It's a wooden compass!" he enthuses, practically glittering with excitement. "Look, it works with magnets!

"...oh." Suddenly noticing the spinning. "Well, it would work with magnets, if the magnets were working."

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Jo patted his head, through her hat.

"It'll work on your next trip."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"I know."

There is pouting. And slumping beneath the hat. Looking forlornly at his compass.

Then brightening a bit, looking up at her. "Do you like your box?"

[veneficusvenato]

Jo reached out and patted his cheek. Amused by his minor pout at his newest toy.

"I love it."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

That fixes the pout a little more completely.

"I think you should give me your hat in thanks," Sokka offers happily, adjusting it again and slipping the compass into a pocket.

[veneficusvenato]

"No way, fishboy," Jo said while stealing the hat and smacking him with the hat. "That hat is one hundred percent awesomely mine."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

There is more pouting.

Less if she gives the hat back when she's done smacking.

[veneficusvenato]

Jo totally took her hat and leapt off to the inside of the counter. Smirking at him, eyebrows wiggling, as though it were a toy she'd stolen now and she was daring him to attempt to get it back.

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

She is the worst.

And she knows he has a little sister.

Sokka frowns at her, hatless and sad.

"You're not invited to my Potions Club."

[veneficusvenato]

Jo's face fell instantly. A perfect, perfect broken, sadness. Copper eyes so luminous, as her bottom lip trembled.

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

Sokka finished his fire whiskey, turned the glass upside down on the top, folded his arms, turned slightly away, and lifts his chin.

"No. Fifty points from Gryffindor Alumni."

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"So mean."



Then, she pulled her hat on her head.
"It's a good thing I don't need points anymore."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"It's a different sort of system these days," Sokka replied - cheerful again as he turned back to her and plopped onto a bar stool. "Rather than house cups, the points for alum actually refer to the amount of fire whiskey in your possession."

Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiide of empty glass toward her, super innocent eyes off somewhere else entirely, not focused on the bar.

[veneficusvenato]

"In which place, all points are mine."


She snapped her wands at the glass, her thumb up, like it was a gun. The glass vanished beneath his hand.

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"Show-off."

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Jo smirked, and weaved an elaborate shape with her wand.
Where the shot glass had vanished, two more appeared. Full.
(Pulled truly only from one place to another. Minute apperation.)



"Don't be bitter because some of us have elegance and class."

[scientiaeaquam.livejournal.com]

"If we could find of them, maybe they could teach us both!"

But he's snagging that shot glass before she can get to it.