Jack wrinkled his nose, forced to imagine what a Hippogriff dung truffle would taste like.  Gritty was the word that came to mind and he gave an involuntary little shiver at the thought of it.  No amount of chocolate would help that.  And then he was forced to consider chocolate dung truffles.

"You win." he conceded, with a small smirk.  "You heard about the guy the ministry is looking for right?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.  It was good to see her, and fun to talk for a moment like there wasnt a criminal on the run, but he wanted to make sure she knew to be careful until he was captured.

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