Through a cracked glass [Jimin]

Hunter stepped out of the post office and grinned in satisfaction. He'd just posted off his review of the Quidditch match between the Cannons and the Griffins a whole two hours early, paid the owl an extra five knuts to be sure it didn't stop en route to catch itself a snack, and now he had the rest of the day to himself. It was a windy late afternoon in mid April, so not the sort of day to be taking a stroll through the village. Not that Hunter was the sort of person to take relaxing strolls through the village or indeed anywhere else. Indeed, right now he found himself heading straight for the Three Broomsticks.

As he stepped inside, his hand automatically went to his pocket to check for his ID. While he found it amusing most of the time, Hunter could still pass for a teenager and if he wanted anything stronger than butterbeer (which he did) he might have to prove he was old enough to buy it. It had annoyed him for a couple of years, but now he just wondered how long it would be before he started looking like an adult. Sure enough, eyebrows were raised when he asked for a pint of real ale, and as none of the bar staff he knew were currently serving, he pulled out both wizarding and muggle ID and asked which one they wanted. And, as usual, there were the same amused comments and questions which he answered with good humour.

Then he retreated with his beer and a large bag of unsalted nuts to a table by the window where he could watch the world go by. Idly he skimmed a galleon over his knuckles and back again, seeing how many times he could rotate it before it dropped to the table, picked it up and tried once more, seeing if he could improve his score. The afternoon rolled towards evening and he had another beer, ordered pie and chips, enjoyed those, tried the coin trick again, and felt thoroughly relaxed. As people walked through the door he spoke a few friendly words but showed no signs of wanting to move anywhere else. Hunter had nowhere else to be, he was a free agent, and perhaps he might even decide to hire a room and stay until morning.

Who knew what the evening had in store?

@Jimin Woo

Jimin didn't really like to wander through Hogsmeade, when tons of his classmates and other Hogwarts students did the same as him. Weekend was an opportunity to get his hands on some substances or alcohol, with too many familiar faces it was always hard. So he usually stayed in castle the first part of the day. Late afternoon was much better since everyone was mostly back in school. He stayed only in his shirt which was half-way unbuttoned, a red leather choker wrapped around his neck. He was wearing dark jeans he had on practically all the time under his school uniform. His robe and everything else that belonged to his school clothing except the white shirt was now in bag he carried along. Right now he was standing in smaller alley, joint between his fingers as he played with the smoke, exhaling it in different shapes. He wasn't exceptionally good at it but he could manage some circles with his lips.

He inhaled, watching the cherry tip glow, growing even smaller. He was more than half-way done with it, his head feeling nicely light and the Gryffindor felt himself grin at the feeling. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and let the smoke fly away, chuckling quietly right after. He missed the feeling so much during week. The Dome made everyone so tense and cautious it made Jiji's nerves bruised. He was feeling weight in his stomach all the time, since he couldn't really get some of the things he needed so strongly that often to relieve himself mentally and physically. It was seriously frustrating.

When he was done smoking he just walked for a while. He stuffed his ears with a muggle earphones to listen to some music, hummed and when he didn't see anyone around - he tried some of his dancing moves as the rhythm simply tempted him too much. He was feeling so much better. He knew his pupils were probably too wide and his smile too big but he couldn't care less. He was in his element.

In the end he decided to slowly finish this trip by visiting the Three Broomsticks, getting one Butter beer to fill his stomach a bit. He wasn't in particular mood for alcohol today, he couldn't go back to school wasted, someone would surely notice. Moreover, buying himself some shot of something was always better at some more quiet place than this pub was. So he simply offered sweet smile to the bartender, ordering himself one glass of teenage friendly drinking, stuffing his earphones into a pocket and making sure the man didn't notice his under-influence eyes. He took the Butter beer and immediately took one gulp and went to look for a place to sit. He wanted somewhere near window.

The galleon and fingers playing with it were the first thing that sparked his interest. When he looked at the guy more, noticed his clothing, the golden earring and bracelets around his wrist, his course automatically changed and he found himself coming closer to the stranger. He wasn't really smiling, only the left corner of his mouth was turned upward and there was a certain spark in his dark green eyes. He was staring at the man without any sign of shame, heading his way.

At some point in the last few minutes a rat had wiggled out from Hunter's pocket and was now exploring on the seat beside him. Situation normal, then. Hunter tried the coin trick once more, idly wondering if there were still any shops still open or if it was too late in the day. He had a vague urge for some sort of entertainment, and in the absence of friend, perhaps a book might do. While the young man wasn't much for reading, a decent horror novel would pass the time while he decided what to do next. His lips quirked in a small smile at his own thoughts as the coin danced across his knuckles once again.

And then he became aware that he was being watched. It was impossible to say precisely how Hunter became aware, other than long years of experience on the streets taught him to be aware of everything around him even when he wasn't really bothering to pay attention. He allowed himself the briefest of possible glances upwards, enough to spot a tall, pale figure watching - no, studying him. Deliberately not looking anywhere but at his own table, Hunter took a long drink from his latest glass in a slightly more showy manner than usual. While he didn't really care what anyone thought of him, he did enjoy giving a good impression despite his lack of interest in fashion, and he was glad that he'd washed his hair that morning.

Not that he was expecting anything from a brief glance. Perhaps he was being watched by someone from a magazine who had heard about his writing and wanted to hire him, or maybe it was a rival reporter. Hunter spun the coin again, and this time he did look up. Just as the stranger was walking closer, wearing an expression that wasn't quite a smile. Hunter returned the expression, adding a raised eyebrow though being stared at in that way made him feel just slightly uneasy. Then he noticed what the newcomer, who was surely close to Hunter's own age despite his youthful face, was drinking. Butterbeer? His smile spread wider, and once the other man was close enough he finally spoke.

"Forgot your ID?" he asked, nodding toward the glass "that sucks. I know. I still get ID'd all the time..." Hunter gestured towards the seat opposite. Whatever the guy wanted, it never hurt to be friendly.

Jimin watched as the coin spun, pursuing his lips as he stared at the fingers that wrapped around the thin metal body and Jimin subconsciously licked his lower lip. He blinked, when the stranger looked up and their eyes met, however, his step didn't falter. When the young man's eyebrow quirked up, Jiji's expression smoothly turned into a predatory smirk as if Jimin was eyeing his next lunch, before it became sweeter and shifted into a rather friendly smile. He stopped in front of the table, running a hand through his dyed, almost white hair, pulling with his teeth at his lip ring. He wouldn't pass up the chance to put on his piercings, when he wasn't in school at the moment.

He stood there only for a second as the other spoke up, a pleasant voice traveling to the seventeen years old ears. Jimin's smile widened a bit and he slumped into the seat opposite of the blonde haired guy, long fingers tapping softly on the table and pupils blown wide from earlier 'smoke'. He placed the bottle with Butterbeer on the wood and leaned a bit back in his chair. Jimin's tilted his head slightly to the side, his shirt messily opened. His pale skin was a striking contrast compared to the red choker wrapped around his neck as well as his eyes, a deep and dark green. He let them run over the other's appearance again; the man was definitely older than him though he looked quite young, probably around twenty. Who knows though, appearance didn't have to go along with ones age, maybe he was older than twenty. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too suspicious about his own age too. He wasn't in his school robes but his face looked young, though maybe he could pass as eighteen years old.

The Gryffindor sighed heavily, "yeah, man, forgot it back home," he decided to go with what the other started, lying smoothly. He fixated his gaze onto his Butterbeer, deciding to take another sip. "Poor me has to cling to non-alcoholic drink," he mock-whined and then chuckled as he pressed his lips to the glass and gulped down a bit of the liquid. His blown eyes were staring at the other as he did so, a slight odor from still being under influence of substances was swirling around him though it wasn't strong enough to have to be noticed.

The half-Korean put the Butterbeer back down and licked off any foam that happened to be stuck on his mouth, his second piercing doing a short show as Jimin's tongue moved, peaking from the bottom side of it. "You look," his eyes raked over him once again, not bothering to hide the fact he was checking the other out with a rather dirty thoughts running in his mind, "good. Cool earring," he muttered, shifting to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, uncovering some of his tattoos on his arms before leaning a bit forward in his chair for a change. He reached forward with his hand, "name's Jimin." He said with a slight smile. "Flamboyant gay and dancer," he added with a growing quirk in his lips. Telling the other he was a dancer wasn't really a lie, though at the moment he wasn't doing it professionally. Yet, at least. "What about you?"

// @Carys I totally missed this? x.x XD ><