Jane was stressed. More than stressed, really. She was so tightly wound, at this point, that she felt like if one more thing went wrong, she'd snap. She'd been so busy trying to sneak around and make sure that nobody was following up on Darren. So far, she'd been able to protect him. Nobody had questioned it when the notes on him came up missing. So far, she'd been able to keep her shit together, and he'd kept his promise that he'd keep his together too. Still, she was worried. She'd been thinking about what he'd said about what if he was the next big, bad dark lord. Would she stop him? Could she betray him like that? Though, really, if she thought about it... he knew what she did for a living. He'd be betraying her just as much as she'd be betraying him, in that situation. He'd never look at it that way, though. Hopefully it would never come to that. The thought made her sick.
Sighing deeply, the blonde combed through her hair with her fingers. Drinking wasn't something she usually did, but... well, she could use a little pick-me-up. Changing out of her work clothes and into an old, torn up pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, her favorite pair of red sneakers, and a studded, black leather jacket, Jane was ready to head out the door. Of course, as usual, she set up her protective charms and booby traps. Being in the Order made her paranoid. Then again, constant vigilance as Moody always said... Or Crouch Jr., anyway. What was it with her and her adoration of dark wizards, anyway? Biting her lip, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat as she walked.
She had problems. What was worse was that there was nobody who she could tell. She couldn't even tell Padraig. He wouldn't understand. He'd just wonder if she was still in love with Darren, and she wasn't. That ship had sailed. She just didn't want to see her best friend rot in Azkaban. That was no place for anyone; especially not him. Was that so wrong of her? To want to save him? She could only imagine what her friends in the Order would say. Jo would be so disappointed in her. Eamon, too. She was supposed to be one of the good guys. What was she turning into?
Running a hand through her hair, Jane made her way into an empty, dark alley. Ducking behind a dumpster to make sure she wouldn't be spotted, the girl apparated. She knew just the spot. The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.
Making her way down the street and wiping the frown off her face, she entered the establishment and took a seat near the bar. "Shot of firewhiskey, please?"
