Just Hangin' (Hog's Head)

Whore. Slut. She'd never been called this before. Now that she was sleeping with Trevor Williams on a somewhat regular basis, she'd suddenly become these things. In her entire lifetime she'd only slept with four different men and one women, but that was a different story.. In her view, this wasn't enough to call her a skank, but when you sleep witht he boss what can you expect? A woman had her needs. She was, by no means, a sex-starved kitten, but a little bumping of the pelvises was nice every once and a while and since her mistake with Layla she really needed to be on Trevor's good side. But there were some days when she just liked to get away from all of it - and today was one of those days.

She'd barely been in public since she'd arrived and she was now daring to do so. Her Askaban record had been forgotten a while ago and not many people kept their eyes out for her - especially since she might just be Jamie deciding to dye her hair blonde. Having a twin had its advantages. Too bad she hadn't been able to keep up on her sister's life so she could be almost like an exact duplicate of her if called upon, but she had a plan for that. Of course it was still being formed and she was quite hesitant to take advantage of her weaker link kin - it might never happen at all.




A bit of a cocky look was wedged on her face as she made easy, purposeful strides toward the well-known pub, hands buried in her pocket. She wore a tight black hoodie with the hood just covering her ears. Her body was fit enough and her features were young enough to pull off the look of being younger than she was - not that she was getting along in years. She wore somewhat baggy, but not very much, black pants and a white wifebeater(which couldn't be seen under the light jacket she wore). Her short, blonde hair was parted down the middle and mostly in her eyes. Light strawberry pink was faded into her hair. All in all, she had a bit of a punkrocker look to her, fitting into the crowd and lessening her chances of being singled out.

When she entered the dark pub she walked up to the counter and ordered a firewhiskey. The man gave her a bit of a onceover(not in the check-out way) and raised his brow, but said nothing as he went off to get her drink. He came back with it and handed it to her. She took it and slid down her hood, leaning against the wall with her heel propped up against the wall, taking a swallow of the burning liquid. She looked through slightly drooped eyelashes from table to table, dropping on long-lost cousin for a moment(no recognition in her eyes) before looking away to a blank spot on the wall.

As she continued to take deep swigs of her drink she continued watching the people around her as well. One slip-up could cost her big time. Posters for her capture had probably long since faded out – it wasn’t like anyone paid attention to those things anyway. Pictures for Voldemort’s followers/escapees only reached the papers once or twice. To make the point that she was safer than a few years earlier even clearer: what bounty hunter would expect her to show up here? What bounty hunter would want to be here?

She studied Jenn often in the short time there was before she approached her, making sure she kept her eyes blank and timed it so there was little chance of her catching her. From what she saw, it was no doubt that she was deciding on something and that she had noticed her. When she began to stand she made sure she tilted up her mug to take a longer swallow. By the time it was brought back down Jenn was leaning on the wall close to her. She was going to talk to her. There was no doubt about it now.

It didn’t surprise her at all when she acknowledged her as Jamie. Who else would she think it was? Amie had seen the girl a total of three times (birth, first birthday, and second birthday), all the rest were through photos courtesy of Jessie. Now it was up to her to decide whether or not to reveal herself. From what she’d heard Jennifer had shown interest in their line of work, seeing as her own father was a Death Eater. She was sure Jessie had tried to encourage that when she visited.

In the end she decided on playing it cool for now, taking one more swig before leaning her head against the wall and turning it to the side to look at her little cousin. So young and so unknowing about the path the majority of her family had probably laid out for her from birth. Unknowing might be pushing it…

It was hard not to keep her tone unsnappy, as that was how it normally was, especially when dealing with a little 17-year-old criticizing her ‘look.’ What? Professors are too simple to have pink in their hair? Have you seen these clothes in your size somewhere? As soon as the words were out of her mouth she let the feeling of dread wash over her. She refused to let it show on her face, but inside she was screaming. Her accent was far too weak to pull off as Jamie, who had never left the UK.