fandomhigh | The Library, 9/19

"If you don't mind. At least for the first day," Isabel said, squeezing his arm. "Unless you brought a bribe for my boss as well. She might still be around." She frowned, tapping her fingers against the counter. "That might not be a bad idea."

"Sorry, Izzy," he said, looking contrite. He jumped off the desk and slipped his shoes back on, leaning against it instead. "Yeah, Cedric wasn't so pleased, but if he hasn't heard by then I don't think there'll be a lot of other options."

"At this point I'm not sure if my folks are coming out or not. But if they don't? Count me in," she said seriously. "The more the merrier and all that. Or, if things are as bad as he believes, then I'll just be one more person to watch his back."

Jack looked at her seriously, weighing it up, then smiled. "Thank you, Isabel. Hopefully it won't come to that. He promised he'd talk to Hermione, and she might be able to help him. But if it does, I'm glad there'll be someone besides me and Sam there." He reached out and brushed his fingers through her hair. "But enough about that. How are you enjoying this? And how's Annie?"

"You might wind up with Greg to. He'll be coming to watch my back. Or man the first aid supplies. Although I hope it doesn't come to that." Isabel leaned against him and yawned. "Annie had me up at oh my god early this morning. That's why I'm so thrilled with the mocha. But she's doing good."

"I don't know if they can get hair gel in wizarding England. He'll have to bring enough to keep him going," he laughed. "But I figured where you went, he'd follow. I should point out," he said smugly. "That Puff is very quiet and is unlikley to be waking anybody up in the wee hours of the morning."

"I'll be sure to point that out to him," she nodded. "I wouldn't want him to go without. Puff?"

"Puff. Short for Hufflepuff," he explained. "It's what Cedric named pinky. It suits him, actually."

Isabel grinned, "Hufflepuff? Not Heffalump? Or Woozle?"

Jack snickered. "Woozle? Do I even want to know what a Woozle is? But Hufflepuff is Cedric's house, back at Hogwarts. They're loyal, stalwart, and true, which fits. I guess it was the first thing that came to mind when he saw him."

"It's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Cedric," Isabel smiled. "But I like it. Wait here." Isabel walked away from the desk and disappeared into the fiction section, returning a minute later with a book (http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Tales-Winnie-Pooh/dp/0525457232/sr=8-2/qid=1158716553/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-7860127-1242367?ie=UTF8&s=books). "Here, it's a classic."

"Add sexy into the mix, and I'd agree with you," he called quietly after her. When she handed him the book he stared at it. "Winnie the Pooh? Okay. And this has Woozles in it?"

"Heffalumps, Woozles, and a Tigger to," Isabel grinned. "If you like it I'll even get the movie for you to watch."

"That sounds completely weird. I can't wait. Will you check it out for me? I have a library card somewhere." Jack set the book on the counter and dug out his card. "Aha! Here. And if it's good, we should definitely watch the movie. We could get a bunch, make a night of it."

"It's adorable and sweet," she said with a smile as she checked the book out. "But since it's a kiddie movie I'm not sure how big of a crowd we can get to watch it."

Jack flipped through the book, and nodded in understanding. "Kids movie. Okay. Maybe not the best choice for a movie night. But I'd still like to read it," he said with a smile. "Thanks, Izzy."

"Anytime," she promised. "I'll have to find a copy of The Velveteen Rabbit for you next."

"Between this, The Little Prince, and whatever else you come up with, I'm going to end up regressing to five years old." Jack grinned, not at all serious, and leaned across the counter. "Luckily I've got pirate ninja sex to read in between."

"Nah, everything has deeper meanings. You just have to look for them," Isabel smiled. "And your still a fan of pirate ninja sex? I would have thought meeting her put a stop to that."

"They'll never stop being funny, no matter how unique the author is," Jack replied. "Do the Woozles represent some great universal truth?"

"Heffalumps and Woozles represent the fear of the unknown," she replied. "But read it and then one day we can head out to the woods, find a stream and play Pooh Sticks."

"Why would anyone fear the unknown? The unknown is what makes life interesting." Laughing, he tucked the book under his arm. "And that sounds like something Jaye would have to say 'dirty', too. But I'm guessing it's not, or you wouldn't be inviting me."

"That's sort of true. But not when you're a bear of very little brain. Which is what the main character of the story is," Isabel explained. Grinning wickedly, she poked his side. "You never know. I could surprise you one day."

"Promises, promises." Jack snagged her hand and kissed it. "You, Isabel, tease me mercilessly." Leaning closer, he whispered, "And I like it."

Laughing, she pulled her hand back and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. "Someone has to keep you on your toes."

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