au_hogwarts | The Three Broomsticks; Late Night

The Three Broomsticks; Late Night

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

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."

"So mean."

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

"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.

"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.

"Show-off."

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."

"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.

Jo snorted. "You're a horrible person."

But she tucked her wand in her pocket, and settled for picking up the other shot glass. Nothing in her instructions said she could have a drink now and then.

"How's start of term going over there?"

"Not too shabby, so far," he admits, abruptly pleased again. "One of my fourth years actually managed a Scintillating Solution! And since he choice to set it off during his Defense course, I had the perfect opportunity to formally introduce myself to the newest professor.

"For some reason, she didn't seem terribly pleased to meet me, though."

Jo smiles, only mostly innocent in the greatest mocking amount.

"That's because she's a smart woman."

Beat. "I met her yesterday, too."
When she was up in the castle.

"I know, right? Now I'll have second and third chances to impress her, made all the easier by a foul first meeting!"

Which is totally what Jo meant by that.

This long standing and chatting, Sokka finally chooses to slide onto a stool, unwrapping one of his scarves to fold it carefully on the bar top. "Oh?" he asks, playing a little with the fringe even as he looks up at her. "She came down to the pub, then? What's her drink? Was it dreadfully American?"

The endless scarf collection. It gets a faint smile, before she's shaking her head at Sokka's already going onward about things.

"I was up at the castle actually. And hear her giggling while grading papers."

...

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

Josephine. There. Is. Pouting.

"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."

"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."

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?"

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.

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."

"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."

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.

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