The March stretch of the full moon began tomorrow night. Not that he and Kieran could talk about that here, in the middle of the Augurey, but... in any case, Kieran was here, and he was here, and they had nevertheless been talking when the café door next opened.
His attention had been more on Kieran than either his plate or the book in front of him, enough so that he hadn't bothered to check who it was coming in, not until they'd dropped into a seat nearby and slipped something onto the table before them. Jude tore his gaze from Kieran quickly - almost guiltily - to see that it was just Esteban, at least. The casual greeting on his tongue got lost as he granted the accompanying item a perfunctory glance, noting only that it was a glossy sort of magazine. Not a Prophet article or useful treatise, but the kind of magazine that probably contained little to no politics, and therefore probably couldn't be of much interest.
"What's this?" Jude said instead, his attention directed towards Esteban, choosing an explanation over a second look. That was, until he made out the mischief in the Gryffindor's grin, an amused gleam in his eyes with which Jude was familiar enough to know he didn't like the look of it at all. Hurriedly, he looked down at the magazine cover, squinting at the awkward angle - but it was only a moment until his eyes widened in horror at the very familiar face. Oh, no.
His attention had been more on Kieran than either his plate or the book in front of him, enough so that he hadn't bothered to check who it was coming in, not until they'd dropped into a seat nearby and slipped something onto the table before them. Jude tore his gaze from Kieran quickly - almost guiltily - to see that it was just Esteban, at least. The casual greeting on his tongue got lost as he granted the accompanying item a perfunctory glance, noting only that it was a glossy sort of magazine. Not a Prophet article or useful treatise, but the kind of magazine that probably contained little to no politics, and therefore probably couldn't be of much interest.
"What's this?" Jude said instead, his attention directed towards Esteban, choosing an explanation over a second look. That was, until he made out the mischief in the Gryffindor's grin, an amused gleam in his eyes with which Jude was familiar enough to know he didn't like the look of it at all. Hurriedly, he looked down at the magazine cover, squinting at the awkward angle - but it was only a moment until his eyes widened in horror at the very familiar face. Oh, no.
