It being her house didn't do anything for the nagging feeling that maybe he shouldn't be there but he couldn't think reason not to go in. And he didn't want to. Jack let himself be ushered in and sat at the table, taking in the kitchen while she went about making tea. From the outside the house looked like any other unremarkable house in Hogsmeade. If he were on patrol he might not give it a second glance, but now that he was looking for it... he could see little touches he guessed she added.

He shrugged. "Just working." He couldn't remember the last time they'd really talked but there wasn't a lot going on anyways. "Did I tell you I got a new flatmate? That's still work though - the old one got arrested."

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