“I mean, my parents bought it for me when I told them I wanted to live in London. They figured they would put me in a nice neighbourhood in a nice place.” He shrugged and looked over at his own parents who were chatting with Neville Longbottom, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. “I have tons of room.”

I looked over Jackson with a raised eyebrow. “Jackson Wood…. Are you asking me to move in with you?” I asked before taking another sip from my drink.

 
 
 

So... Ready for the job interview?” Victorie asked with an inquisitive look.

I let out a loud sigh, “Not even in the slightest. I’m really hoping that they haven’t called my last place of work. I doubt they would hire me if they knew I threw a sandwich at a guy’s head.”

Victorie laughed. “No, I doubt that they would.”