It had been a couple days and Jack still hadn't gotten the hang of this sling business. The pair of daisies Miss Potts had tucked into it made it look a bit more whimsical but living with it was still a royal pain. He had gotten the hang of, if not completely mastered, dressing with a bum arm though doing up any buttons still took an infuriating amount of time. And of course there were various spells he used to get by but there were plenty of small struggles that he was still surprised by.
Seen to the door of the Potts home and bid a happy good day, he paused in their front garden for a moment as the door closed behind him. He was laden down with several parcels of food, from baked goods to full-on leftovers, and he stood there deciding if he wanted to make the trip back to Pennyworth with both his hands completely occupied.
Obviously that answer was no. Hogsmeade was a safe place, generally speaking, but you just never knew when someone shady was going to see a pick-pocket opportunity in an obviously injured person. 'Another strike against this wretched thing' he thought to himself as he moved to the garden wall to empty his hands. Speaking of shady people he noted a young man standing across the street checking his watch as Jack set about shrinking each of the parcels. Once each was small enough, he was able to carry one in his bad hand and arrange the rest neatly in the sling as if it were some kind of carrying pack. 'One point for it, I guess.' he mused to himself with a quiet huff of laughter.
The amusement slowly faded from his face, replaced by a furrow of suspicion as he looked up once more and realized the young man was still there across the road… and still checking his watch. And was he reading into it or did he seem tense and uneasy? Jack left the front garden and made his way to the road, casually keeping his eye the watch-gazer, who was still not moving.
"Mr. Greengrass?" he hedged, when he got close enough to get a good look at his face, unsure if he fully recognized him. "You alright?"
Seen to the door of the Potts home and bid a happy good day, he paused in their front garden for a moment as the door closed behind him. He was laden down with several parcels of food, from baked goods to full-on leftovers, and he stood there deciding if he wanted to make the trip back to Pennyworth with both his hands completely occupied.
Obviously that answer was no. Hogsmeade was a safe place, generally speaking, but you just never knew when someone shady was going to see a pick-pocket opportunity in an obviously injured person. 'Another strike against this wretched thing' he thought to himself as he moved to the garden wall to empty his hands. Speaking of shady people he noted a young man standing across the street checking his watch as Jack set about shrinking each of the parcels. Once each was small enough, he was able to carry one in his bad hand and arrange the rest neatly in the sling as if it were some kind of carrying pack. 'One point for it, I guess.' he mused to himself with a quiet huff of laughter.
The amusement slowly faded from his face, replaced by a furrow of suspicion as he looked up once more and realized the young man was still there across the road… and still checking his watch. And was he reading into it or did he seem tense and uneasy? Jack left the front garden and made his way to the road, casually keeping his eye the watch-gazer, who was still not moving.
"Mr. Greengrass?" he hedged, when he got close enough to get a good look at his face, unsure if he fully recognized him. "You alright?"
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