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She laughed, “Oh now, I’ve never drank that much.” Smiling she shook her head smile growing wide at the thought. “Pocahontas?” she echoed shoulder raised, “Yes I do, I hear she’s very pretty.”
“Cinderella! You haven’t lived till you’ve fallen on your backside drunk and laughing,” he emphasized with his hand. “She’s beautiful. I’m a lucky man.”
“Umm–” Jim thought for a little bit, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah–I’d uh I’d say so.”
“Then you’re really living. Congratulations. Not many people are.”
Gryffindor Jim
Jim choked on his whiskey and looked up at the man. “Are you allowed to say that?” he asked wide eyed.
“Probably as much as you’re allowed to be here drinking my whiskey,” he grinned mirthfully.
Gryffindor Jim
Jim smiled. “What isn’t on my mind is an easier question to answer,” he laughed. “Everything–pretty much. School, home, friends–mind won’t shut off.”
“Stress, huh? Focus on a woman. Or, girl. Works a charm.”
“Just uhh–” Jim wet his lips and looked down, attention brought back to the present. “Poor choices on my part.”
“Were they worth it?”
She laughed, giggling lightly as she shook her head, “Oh I couldn’t do that—I’ll just have to leave the drinking to you I think.” Cinderella’s smile grew more natural as he spoke, the easy way his words fell from those lips having her eyes growing a little calmer. “So the hero’s found his Princess?”
“Oh don’t say that. Have you ever been drunk, Cinderella?” With her being young and having a hard decision to make he couldn’t see a reason why she shouldn’t let go a little, loosen up. “Hah. Haven’t felt much of a hero lately, but I’ve definitely found my Princess. Do you know of Pocahontas?”
She smiled at his joke head shaking yet his next words had her more confused than ever before for there were two sets of people that Cinderella had come to care about—two places her heart wanted to be. “I guess that’s a lot to think about, funny I haven’t had to make a decision for myself in a long time…” Looking at John her smile never shifted yet her eyes appeared a little more solemn, “So where are you now?” she asked, “on another great adventure?”
“There’s freedom in making your own choices. You should make them more often even if they can boggle your mind. That’s what ale is for. Try getting drunk yourself, might make your decision real easy,” he grinned. “Ah, no, not for a little while. I’m in Werowo at the moment. Wooing their Princess...I have a world of trouble to make up for.”
Head of Griffindor + Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher John
“But a half naked krum would teach me more.”
“Or maybe you could become half naked and my attention could be harder to sway.
He tries so hard not to smile. “Please, Phoebe, you’re worse than most teenage boys. Do you want to see a Bowtruckle or not?”
“I don’t have any brands,” Jim said quickly, eyes widening at the sight of burnt flesh in the mirror.
“The women love ‘em,” he shrugged, rolling his sleeve back down. “But you seem like you’re in trouble, Jim...”
Gryffindor Jim
“Deal,” he said with a smile before he tipped the glass back, pouring some of it down his throat. It burned and made his eyes water but he managed to keep the cough held back. He really didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his head of house by not being able to keep whiskey down.
“Good lad.”
He poured a little for himself and sat back in his chair. “So what’s on that mind of yours?”
She thought on his words for a moment brow creased as she tried to fathom how in this world she could ever take those she loved with her—those who she cared about for although there weren’t many they were a part of her. They were stubborn. “Return?” she echoed eyes finding his, “What if they won’t go with you?”
“Get them really drunk and then propose the idea. Should work a charm,” he said in all seriousness. Then adding: “I suppose you’ll have to decide what would affect you more. Leaving them behind or staying where you are. You shouldn’t feel bad if you need to leave, either. If you stay and grow unhappy if your loved ones truly love you they’ll want what’s best. An unhappy you isn’t what’s best.” At least, that’s what his uncle had told him.
Head of Griffindor + Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher John
“That is…boring”
“And more appropriate than a half naked Krum.”
“I see,” Jim shook his head. “Is that what happened to you?”
“Yep.” He rolls up his sleeve to show the man the brand burned into his flesh. “What about you?”
Gryffindor Jim
“I’ll be sure to do that sir,” he said as he sat down, continuing to look around for the thing.
John rounds his desk and takes out the bottle of firewhiskey from his locked drawer. “Now you weren’t here and didn’t get this stuff from me...” he urged, pouring the boy a small glass before handing it over. “But get some of that down you. It’ll help with the sleeping, I bet.”
“I don’t know,” she said eyes drifting to the water as another’s face could be seen in her reflection. “W-What do you do about the people you care about? When you choose to leave I mean…”
“Ah,” he mused, contemplating it in his mind. “I never really had...” he shrugged. His uncle and cousins were swell but not enough to quell the wanderlust. Now, having Pocahontas, he didn’t so much have the urge to leave as before. It was still there of course, but he’d seen so much in his life he couldn’t fathom there was anything else out there worth leaving her for. Taking her with him was now where he was at. “Take them with you? Return?”
Head of Griffindor + Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher John
Then what is the point of having a box filled with something mysterious
Unless its even more wonderful - like a bogart.
“Education, Phoebe. That’s the point. And no not a bogart - this time. Today we have a bowtruckle.”
“Two weeks?” Jim asked curiously. “What happens after two weeks?”
“Tourist visa runs out and you’re forced to leave. Or, stay, hidden in the woods courting the chief’s daughter until you’re found and branded...” he smirked. If that had been all that had happened, it would have made for a great story to tell the kids.
