Silent

[Drucilla Hunt]

Cilla walked along the highstreet of Hogsmeade.
It was very early morning.
Both her hands were slipped in her pockets, and she was the most relaxed she had been in a long time.
Because there was no one around to make her nervous.
Because she was free at last.
The area was completely silent.
She liked that.
And she liked how dark and shadowy it was as well.
She liked this, Hogsmeade highstreet, empty, early in the morning.
She allowed herself a shadow of a smile and carried on walking.

[Jack Tucker]

Jack was whistling a simple tune carrying on down the empty street.
Having no life what-so-ever he had to find ways to have fun.
He laughs, jumping over a puddle and almost tripping over his own too feet.
"Whoa, easy." He tells himself carrying on aroundthe corner ramming into someone.
"Oops," He chuckles, stepping back a bit,"Sorry there, didn't see you."

[Drucilla Hunt]

She jumped hastily taking another step backwards and away from him, hand clenching to the point of pain on her wand in her pocket.
She mumbled a reply then made to hurry past him.

[Jack Tucker]

"Hey. hey." He says gently putting an hand on her arm."You alright? Nothing broken? Totally my fault, have the attention span of a gnat." He grins."Name's Jack."

[Drucilla Hunt]

"Fine," She says quietly, shaking her head slightly, hair falling over her face, then stopping as he introduced himself.
Which'd mean it'd be polite to introduce herself back, even if she'd rather not.
"Cilla," She says, eyes firmly on the floor.

[Jack Tucker]

He grins warmly,"Nice to meet you Cilla, sorry about before. Really lost, got a lousy sense of direction, er well that's what my cousin tells me anyway." He chuckles,"So, your a Hogwarts student I suppose?"

[Drucilla Hunt]

She nearly flinches at the word 'cousin', but covers it by making the movement into wrapping one arm across her body protectively, clasping the opposite shoulder.
She doesn't say anything, just nods briefly.

[Jack Tucker]

"Cold?" He asks, watching her,"I guess your not much of a talker huh?"

[Drucilla Hunt]

"Always cold," She smiles weakly, instantly dropping her gaze again as soon as she chanced a glance up at him, then she shakes her head.

[Jack Tucker]

"Kind of like my twat of a brother."He chuckles,"Always bundle in a million sweaters that brother of mine." He chuckles,"Wish my baby cousin was more like you, never shuts up that pipsqueak."

[Drucilla Hunt]

She laughs weakly, "I wish my cousins talked more. Scott makes the most noise, he can talk for hours without saying anything. And Rowan and Ian just seem to talk amongst themselves. It's too quiet."
She liked the quiet, she liked her quiet. But she didn't like it when everything was quiet.

[Jack Tucker]

"My cousins never knew how to shut the fuck up, all 14 of them." He chuckles,"Yeah, and six of 'em are twins so they have their own little languages."
He shakes his head,"The talk about the weirdest things too, god I honestly say I'm adopted but all of us have the same eyes so I'm basically boned."

[Drucilla Hunt]

She laughs, "If only."
She wished her family weren't her family sometimes. With all their skeletons in the closet, all the negative ties to what seemed to be everyone in the wizarding world, everything that went on at home, just generally the way things were.

[Jack Tucker]

"Nah, I like being stuck with the losers I call family." He grins,"Wouldn't be as fun without 'em, sure they annoying the fuck out of me, wouldn't trade em for the world though."

[Drucilla Hunt]

"Oh, I'd trade mine," She mumbles.

[Jack Tucker]

"Not too fond of your cousins I'm guessing?" He asks raisng an eyebrow.

[Drucilla Hunt]

She laughs, then looks back at the floor, shaking her head, "They're none too fond of me either. So it's okay."

[Jack Tucker]

"Family shouldn't hate each other," He says frowning slightly.