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Jack walked into the famous place known as the Three Broomsticks. He enjoyed this place, the fine drinks, the old fashion setting, everything. THis was a place he loved to be. Jack had wanted to spend most of his summer in the wizarding world, as if being at Hogwarts wasn't enough. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and a black T-shirt with a Raven on the front. He walked in ,and ordered a butterbeer. Once he got it, he sat at a table all by his lonesome, and began to wonder if this place was ever a One Broomstick.

Cecilia had been walking though Hogsmead. As she came up to the three broomsticks she decided to go inside and get something to drink. Walking up to the bar she ordered a butter beer. Once she got it she turned around and taking a sip she looked around the small room for someone she knew. Smiling she walked over to a table where one person sat all alone. “do you mind if I sit here?” she asked not totally looking at him.
Cecilia was not wearing a dress. This was a change for her. Instead she wore tattered jeans with a blue and white tank top. Over the top of that she wore a white mini jacket. Even her shoes where blue and white. She wore bangles around her wrist which jingled every time she moved. “so?” she asked waiting for him to reply.
cec's outfit

Jack looked up, his thoughts interrupted by a familiar voice. He grinned as he saw Cecilia standing there, asking him if she can sit next to him. He grinned, and beckoned for her to sit on the chair. He looked at her and said,

"Of course you can, Miss Krum. So what's up?"

He asked, sipping his butterbeer as he asked so. He stared at her cup, than at her, than at his cup, than at the table. He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet atmoshpere of the place. He sipped his drink quietly and awaited Cecilias answer as he stared at her, eager to know how she was.

Cecilia giggled at his reply and sat in the chair next to him and kissed him on the cheek. It was just a friendly kiss. Like if she where to kiss her brother. Though she didn’t’ tend to do that. “I’ve been wonderful! How about you?” she took a sip of her drink as she watched him look back and forth. She crossed her legs under the table then uncrossed them. She set her cup down and twirled her hair around her finger. This was one of her many ways of flirting though she didn’t have to use them on Jack. He seemed to fall as easy as she did. It was obvious that she liked him and it was obvious that he and Jake liked her in the same way.

Jack's cheeks flushed as she kissed him lightly. He smiled at her, and he shrugged at her question, taking a sip of butterbeer.

"I've been fine. Summer hasn't really been all that great for me. I've never had anything to do so far."

He shrugged and looked at her, his affection and admiration clearly evident in his eyes. It wasn't lying if someone had said he had liked Cecilia very much. He enjoyed her company, and got a bit angered if he saw anyone else flirting with her. He grinned at her and took another sip of butterbeer, and enjoyed it warm nature. Once setting it down, Jack became oblivious to the fact that he had a bit of foam clinging to his upper lip.

“You know where to find me, don’t you?” Cecilia asked tilting her head to the side and giggled at him. “umm, you have,” she said as she giggled, “here let me,” she picked up a napkin to wipe the foam of off his lip. Placing the used napkin in the center of the table Cecilia smiled at Jack. She bit the inside of her lip as she twirled the ends of her hair around her finger. “your still just as wonderful as the day I meet you,” Cecilia said sighing. She wished she could go back to that day and do everything over. Maybe if she could they would be closer than the are now. Then she remembered why they where not closer. It was because of her family, not because of the way she had treated him the first time they spoke.

"Um, I think I do. You live in the wizarding world, I know that. The rest I can figure out, I think. You know where I live, right?"

He shot back, a grin on his face. He laughed at her, when she cleaned off his mouth. He looked down at his lap than back up at Cecilia. She had always seemed there for him, which was why he was so attached to her. He was protective of her. He couldn't help but smile lightly at her comment of him. He really wasn't all that wonderful. Nice, yes, but wonderful? He didn't think he was that good with the ladies. He didn't really even think himself even moderate with them. but he just replied.

"Oh, C'mon. If I'm wonderful, your magnificent. It's just the way it works."

He said it quietly, staring at her. He took another sip of his butterbeer and began tapping his fingers on the table. After all this time spent with Cecilia, he still wasn't very good with her. He always seemed nervous to himself when they talked, and he didn't know why.

“That’s close enough.” Cecilia said giggling, “Though I spend most of my time in Bulgaria or shopping. Sometimes I hang out in random places like today.” he asked her if she knew where he lived. “Hmm,” she said putting her hand on her face and looking up at the ceiling. She was making her thinking face, a face only seen when she was having fun. “I don’t think I could say I do.” she answered his question, “maybe you could show me sometime.” the suggestion was completely farfetched but knowing Jack he actually might do so. “You never know I may like it better than my own home.” cecilia laughed at his remark about how if he was wonderful she was fantastic. "You are sweet," she said, "and your a big fat lier to." she didn't think of her self as a nice person. she had a very low self of steem. and she wished she could make her father proud of her. that just seemed impossible. she could never do anything right.

"I mean, if you ask nicely, I'll take you to my house sometime."

He smirked, drinking his butterbeer. He was really enjoying this time spent with Cecilia. He was smiling up until the point where she called him a liar. He almost spit out his butterbeer. He looked at Ceci confused, and a bit of the drink dribbled down the corner of his mouth. He looked down and wiped it off quickly.

"A liar? I'm not a liar. I'm saying it how it is, Cec. I don't mean anything other than copliments."

He said, swallowing his drink. He looked at the cup, now empty, than at Cecilia, his eyes showing confusion.

“As was I,” Cecilia said looking at him confused, “I’m not as grate as you seem to think I am. In fact you’re the only one who seems to think I’m so grate.” she wrapped her hands around her class and looked down at it. The happiness in her eyes had faded. All that was left was this cold dark depression. “I can never do anything right.” she muttered then pushed her glass over to Jack. She didn’t want it anymore, and she had made him spill his own. She hadn’t minded the fact that she now wore it but she kind of hated herself more now.
When Elijah had left home for what ever he had gone to do Cecilia had never understood why. A small part of her still blames herself for his leavening.