"Took a swing at me." he said as he lifted the thumb, smirking at the memory until he curled it in toward his palm. He didn't wince, he was bracing himself against it, but his face creased with the effort of it and the rest of the story came with some strain. "He was drunk and thought someone had stolen his wand. Didn't like it much when I pointed out he was holding it." The man was slowed by the alcohol but Jack was still pretty proud of his reaction speed. "I ducked him though." he assured her with a returning grin.

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