Sitting with his legs on the coffee table and his arms stretched out on the back of the couch Jeremy had promptly made himself comfortable at the coffee shop the moment he had stepped inside. He wasn't really big on coffee or the trendy livestyle that came with this chic little cafes but that wasn't really the point. He'd just learned that after ISS he had to find a new job, his attempts at finding a spot on a farm Quidditch team falling through and his pitiful application to a Herbology training school being rejected. Jeremy hadn't really planned his future when he was at Hogwarts. He barely had the presence of mind to plan for lunch. Now that all of things he thought were just going to work out for him had completely fallen through the red head was forced to come to terms with a new reality. He was about to be broke, out of school, and aimless. The news had his normal enthusiastic energy levels completely
depleted and he was struggling not to frown.
His big red hair seemed lackluster, the loose tie around his neck was pulled to a ridiculous angle, and his father's two sizes too big pinstriped button up shirt was untucked in random spots. Jeremy had tried to ake a good impression during the interview at the training school but apparently his jokes about Bumbleweed weren't as funny as he thought. He ordered a coffee with a name he could barely pronounce and extra hits of the "energy stuff" before letting his head fall back on the couch. He was seated at the plush sofa in the middle of the room, in front of a coffee table and fireplace, with little bistro type tables wrapping around the outer walls. It was a cute little joint, quiet, with some kind of jazz playing in the background. Jeremy had never been here before and that was why it seemed so convenient. He didn't really want to tell people what had just happened, not when all of his friends were off making big plans, getting fancy jobs and kush apartments. He needed just a little bit of time to figure things out first.
Tilting his head back on the couch he began to let his eyes drift to close as the whirlwind of thoughts began to sift through things. He would be fine, he had faith in that, and he'd be happy again in a few minutes. Bustling sounds around him kept him from really dozing off but he had reached a state of zen, a little smile creeping up through the corners of his ridiculously nonexistent mustache, when the worst thing happened.
"JEREMY OWEN EDWARDS~!"
He heard the shouting and before he even opened his eyes he recognized the voice as that of his mother. She could not possibly of followed him here? Could she of? He peered through one opened eye first, paranoid and apprehensive, before seeing the floating red parchment in front of him. Before he could sit up it began to scream once again.
"WE WARNED YOU THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN. INSTEAD OF FOCUSSING ON YOUR SCHOOL WORK YOU WASTED YOUR EDUCATION WITH PRANKS. NOW YOU HAVE NO WHERE TO TURN. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?"
He gulped, wishing it would just stop already but he knew how long winded his mother could be when she got worked up. Instead of ducking and running for cover Jeremy embraced the stares he was getting and settled in for a long, cold, winter.
@Elisa Benetton 
