After graduation most students went through an 'adjustment period', some felt sad about leaving Hogwarts, some excited for their future possibilities and potential, most a little lost but not Jeremy. The red headed wizard felt like everything was falling into place even though it was more likely falling into pieces. He was oblivious to the fact that he was going to run out of money, had very little marketable skills, and that his days at the Ministry were numbered. Danny, Egan, and he had managed to land themselves some cushy jobs at the British Ministry making very little sickles and literally annoying everyone around them. Jeremy had no idea how he got the job, assuming it was by Merlin's grace alone, but he had a good idea about how he was eventually going to lose it. He was always late, he was lazy, rarely finished projects, was the worst at refilling the coffee pot, and generally a messy individual. He always showed up happy to work though, all smiles and friendliness, that had to count for something right? They'd found a cheap warehouse turned frat-house to live in fully loaded with cockroaches, a balcony only accessible by rusted fire escape, and stacks of old pizza boxes piling up and with about ten of them crammed in they were making the rent. Nights were filled with roof top adventures and parties, mornings with plenty of wake up potions and aspirin. They went to work and partied, they came home and partied, it was a good life and honestly Jeremy thought it would last forever.
The constant shenanigans at Hogwarts had carried over to adult life and he was mistakenly under the impression that this was what adult life was. He could screw around, be a fool, and be happy forever. He was riding this high for as long as it lasted and never looking toward the future. He had no goals or dreams, no plans to move up in the world. Jeremy, unlike most, was entirely content with his place in society. He had little responsibility and even less power but he was happy and that was all that mattered. He was happy. On a typical day like today Jeremy would climb up the haphazard ladder to the roof, smoke a bowl, and contemplate something deep and profound that he would never remember but today he decided to change things up. Today he was going to get high and take a field trip to Hogsmeade instead. He'd heard around the water cooler (more typically known as disgusting owl roost on floor two) that Banshee was coming to the village this Friday and he didn't want to miss it. Of course he loved their music, but Jeremy loved chaos even more and a headlining band visiting a school shopping district was sure to cause some mayhem.
He apparated to Hogsmeade looking about as much of a mess as he usually did. His worn down used to be black but now more of a charcoal gray colored wizards robes were barely tall enough for him. They did a poor job hiding his
ridiculous shirt of a cowboy cat riding a shark and his black slacks were tattered at the bottom just enough to show off the high top
neon sneakers he was flaunting. Of course those too were covered in soot and dirt from the daily grind. After reaching Hogsmeade he quickly ducked into the Broomsticks to grab a butter beer and took it on the road to sit outside and watch the witches and wizards fluttering by. He loved the hustle and bustle of this little village, it made him smile, as he sat back and sipped on his butterbeer. Soon groups of people turned into crowds which evolved into masses of magical folk bumping into each other and growing annoyed as a whole. Jeremy smiled from his perch behind the rod iron fence that closed in the small eating patio he had sat at. His little table was right at the edge, close enough to touch people passing by, but protected from the herd. The little umbrella above it was nearly floating away in the spring wind but the sun wasn't too bad today. He sipped on his chilled butter beer and smiled at irritated middle aged men who looked entirely uncomfortable bringing their teenage daughters and their friends to get autographs.
@Henry Murphy 
