Harrie took one last glance at Jax, his bright, pleading blue eyes that were intent on Abel, before she closed her eyes and drew on the magic inside her, the warm power that had kept her company even when she didn't know it. She hadn't carried a wand in a couple years, hadn't had to use any kind of focus since she had died all those years ago at Hogwarts. Died and come back differently.
She willed some magic behind her, to the door of the NICU, making sure no one would come in while she was busy. Harrie made sure she saw the glow that indicated her magic had sunken into the metal before focusing on the baby in her gloved arms. Abel Teller was small, smaller than Teddy had ever been, and she had adopted her godson a year after the war. Teddy had not been born premature, had not been born with holes in his chest.
The sight of Abel lying on his back, with pale skin, shallow breaths but curled fists followed her, staying with her even with her closed eyes. Lines of fluids and oxygen led to Abel's body, little tiny needles stitched into his skin, making her wince. There were warm, tiny socks wrapped around Abel's feet and a tiny blue beanie wrapped over Abel's skull, keeping the baby warm. She could do nothing about his size but she could heal his heart, flush out any drugs leftover from his mother.
There was a bright red scar, new and fresh, right over the left side of his abdomen, probably where...
Harrie took a breath, breathed out, and then willed her magic outward, hearing the quiet beeping of machinery distantly. She paused and then began to cast nonverbal healing spells, keeping her movements slow and quiet so as to not scare the man next to her. She hummed and dove in magically, knitting together the wall of Abel's heart, mending blood vessels, and…
Harrie inwardly blinked as something… weak and tiny and dull flicked in Abel's body. Something that felt… She shook her head and shrugged it off, returning to mending organs, shifting the intestines further in, settling in the proper place. They were small, so very small that her own heart clenched in sympathy. Harrie had never seen this kind of injury before but seeing what he looked like now… It was something like a miracle that Abel was alive now, fighting the circumstances that had been stacked against him from birth.
And Harrie fell just a little bit in love with the boy, warmth echoing in her chest. Even though she couldn't touch him, skin to skin, she could tell he was a fighter. Like her.
She encouraged his heart to beat steady and true, knitted together the pathways that every human body depended on. She could hear Abel's little heart beat in her mind's eye, hearing it even out as everything mended. As holes were closed where they needed to be, as skin closed up.
Harrie took a minute to look over at the other baby in the NICU, at the traces of death that slithered into her magical vision. And released her hold on her shields just a little bit, just enough to wall up the other baby's health, letting some of her magic pool out and into the baby girl's body. The baby hiccuped and rolled over, sighing loudly, and fell back asleep, her heart soothed and eased back into normal rhythm.
Harrie finally sucked in a deep breath as she opened her eyes, steadying herself to meet Jax's eyes. And startled as Abel cried out, loud and hungry, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling. He squirmed around in her gloved arms before she slowly lowered him back down to the bottom of the incubator, minding the tangle of wires hooked up to his small body.
Jax's eyes were bright and wet but she could also see flickers of awe. Awe and worry and hope and just a tiny flicker of fear. His body had gone stiff, his shoulders curled. "What the fuck just happened?"
Harrie rocked back on the heels of her feet and brushed her hair back from her face. "I'm a witch."
Jax stared at her, his arms at his sides. "Not an angel?"
Harrie's cheeks reddened instantly at his words, shaking her head, her heart skipping a beat at the way he said those words. Soft and hesitant, unlike what he had looked and sounded like when he had been around the other bikers. "No. No, I'm not an angel."
"Is he…" Jax trailed off, walking up to put his hands up against the glass of the incubator.
"He still needs to grow," Harrie explained a little warily. "But yeah. He's a healthy baby boy. I let him keep a scar. It's not as bothersome as mine."
"How do I know…" Jax paused again, his whole face lighting up with the beginnings of joy.
"That I'm telling the truth?"
Jax nodded, swallowing visibly. "Magic ain't real."
"Not that you know of." Harrie met Jax's eyes before smiling faintly, yawning, and letting Prongs leap out from her fingers. Even tired as she looked, even as he stared at her, part bewildered, part awed, she was adorable. Adorable and beautiful, her dark hair falling down on her shoulders. Her green eyes were soft, mischief lighting them up. "Go big or go home, right?"
Jax's lips twitched up in slow amusement, his eyes widening again as the big ass buck flowed into existence between them. It was bright and blue and warm, like the sun was shining right here in this hospital room. Not hot like how Charming sometimes got but soft and reassuring. The buck loped around the small NICU, its eyes focusing on Jax as it came to a stop before him. Its antlers seemed to skim the ceiling, appearing to go through it. It was as tall as him, as tall as her, and stood proudly in the NICU, taking up several feet.
It pawed the ground with its hooves, its nostrils flaring. He looked right into its' eyes, transparent blue ones, and dropped his hand down to the hilt of the knife at his belt.
"Prongs, no dementors around here," Harrie whispered, taking her arms out of Abel's toaster and slowly reaching out to the animal. Her fingers went right through the buck almost wistfully before looking back at him. "Abel might still be squishy and tiny but he's healthy now. And I might be a little tired now."
Jax stared at her before looking down at his son, at Abel, hearing the monitors that kept watch over him ease their wild beeping. "You glowed. Just now."
Harrie tilted her head, her cheeks reddening. "I glowed, huh?"
"You sure you're not an angel, darlin'?" Jax asked, turning to look at her with only slightly shaking fingers.
Harrie's lips twitched up into an amused frown before she shook her head. "I'm about 99.9% sure of that. That would have come up in the blood tests, for sure."
Jax laughed and Harrie grinned, her eyes lighting up. "So that shirt of yours… Your other ride is a broomstick. How true is that?"
Harrie snorted and took a step towards him before reaching into a pocket in her jeans. Jax blinked as she pulled out a miniature broomstick, one that had really small goggles attached to it. It looked like any old broomstick, though it had metal attachments at the end of it. Possibly for feet, Jax supposed distantly, as his mind circled around the idea that… magic was real. Magic. And Harrie was a witch.
"The shirt was Ginny's idea of a joke," Harrie muttered, fondness in her voice and eyes.
"That? That's your broomstick? I have a bigger broom you can ride." Jax smirked at her and closed the distance between them, taking note of the door behind them that had glowed briefly. Like something had sunken into the metal of it. He watched as her eyes widened, as she swallowed and licked her lips. Jax winked at her as he took one of her hands and brought it to his waist, slowly lowering both of their hands to his cock.
The blue buck disappeared just as fast as it appeared.
Harrie stared at him for a moment, half incredulous, half… something looked a lot like arousal flickering in her eyes, and then rolled her eyes. "Jax! We're in the hospital!"
"Yeah? So?"
Harrie scowled at him even as her gaze went to where their joined hands were. "I am not doing it in the hospital. I swear to Merlin."
"So you're interested. You can't deny that."
"I don't like hospitals," Harrie muttered, licking her lips again as she felt him get hard. "And I suspect you don't either."
"Fine. Let's go back to the clubhouse."
Harrie swallowed at his look and Jax leered at her. She stuck her tongue out at him even as she pondered his words, taking her hand away from his and tucking her broom back in a pocket. "I'm not having a sleepover on a pool table."
"There's an apartment," Jax offered slyly, winking at her.
"An apartment? With privacy?"
"Yup. There's no one there too," Jax added, smiling at the thought. "You can be as loud as you like."
Harrie snorted. "Oh yeah? You're taking the whole witch thing well."
"I'm freaking out on the inside, babe. You're explaining later."
Harrie smiled a little bit, more on the mischievous side. "Later?"
He reached out to curl his fingers into her hair, the soft strands of it twining around his fingers. Harrie swore under her breath and met him halfway, sucking in a breath as he yanked her into a kiss, hot and dirty, sliding his thigh between her legs. Her breath hitched and he grinned, groaning as she ground her hips against his thigh. She smelled good as he leaned into her, smelled of sex and heat and strangely enough wood. He shivered slightly as he felt her hand reach around him, curling around his neck to pull him closer. As fast as his heart was going, it still skipped a beat at her movement, feeling her squeeze a little.
"Fuck, you're hot," Jax croaked out on a dry throat, as she pulled away a little bit. Both of them were breathing hard, her pupils blown with arousal, her lips kiss bruised. Goosebumps rolled down his arms, underneath his flannel shirt.
"You're not too… bad yourself," Harrie muttered before grinning. "Clubhouse it is."
"You have a motel room here?" Jax asked, as he tugged her out of the NICU, smiling widely. They ignored all of the other nurses and doctors they passed and they in turn did the same.
"No. Got a tent though," Harrie replied, running a hand through her hair as they stepped out of the hospital. The night breeze curled around them both and Harrie inhaled deeply, glanced up at the stars.
Jax saw her yawn out of the corner of his eyes and curled his arm around her waist. Harrie glanced at him briefly before sighing. "Don't suppose you want to leave your bike here? Actually… probably shouldn't apparate now. Too tired for that."
"Apparate?"
"Teleport. You're saying you're not tired at all? You just did… whatever the fuck you did to Kyle," Harrie muttered.
Jax met her eyes easily, almost daring her to say something else. "We didn't kill him."
"Yeah, I know. I would have felt that," Harrie murmured, her eyes closing and reopening. She looked haunted and tired and there were lines in her face that made her look older than she was. Her eyes were dark and her skin was pale and a stick had appeared behind her left ear, sitting like a pen would sit. An old, knotted looking thing like...
Jax reached out to curl his fingers over it and before he could pull it out and look at it, she placed her hand over his. "Don't. I healed Abel for you but I won't… I can't tell you about this."
"You in trouble?"
Harrie met his eyes and stayed silent for a few minutes, searching him for something.
"Wait. What the fuck do you mean you would have felt it?" Jax asked.
"I'm not in trouble, Jax. It's nothing. Just didn't read the fine print one fine evening," Harrie said, pulling out her broom, muttering something under her breath. Jax's eyes widened as he watched the broom grow to a normal size, watched as she swung her leg over it. Naturally, like she had been born on a broomstick, like she had ridden on one all her life.
"Fuck. Harrie!" Jax reached out to curl his fingers over her shoulder, his eyes widening when she began to hover in the air.
"The few people I explain it to… look at me funny," Harrie retorted, her eyes narrowing as she met his eyes. "They look at me funny and then they back away a few steps. Then they run to the local wizarding paper and say I've gone dark."
"Dark."
"Yeah, like dark as in Hitler dark. Like… take over the world dark," Harrie muttered, scowling.
Jax stared at her, stared at the woman hovering in mid air on a broomstick. The woman who looked for all the world like she belonged on that broomstick. "So that's why you asked me if I thought world domination was a valid career path."
Harrie snorted, her eyes lightning up a little. "I don't want to take over the world. Just for the record."
Jax grinned. "Glad to hear that. Wanna race?"
Harrie tilted her head and then her eyes sparked and lit up at the challenge in his voice. Jax grinned and Harrie matched his smile with a broad one of her own, giving him a slow look.
"There's a reason why my broomstick is called a Firebolt," Harrie offered, jerking a thumb to the broom between her thighs. "It's the fastest one ever."
"Yeah? As fast as my bike?"
Harrie laughed and jerked her broomstick upward, moving another foot up into the air. "How fast can that bike of yours go?
"Faster than that stick can go," Jax teased, sticking out his tongue at her as he hurried over to his bike and sat down on it, turning it on..
"Oh, it's on, Teller. I'll clear the street," Harrie retorted, grinning widely now, all evidence of sleepiness lost. "I'll even refrain from playing dirty."
"Oh yeah? What if I want you to play dirty? You ever been fucked on a motorcycle?" Jax asked, smirking at her and trying to hold back a groan at the image. Imagining her beneath him or on his lap on his bike. His cock twitched within his baggy jeans and he failed to hold back the groan at that.
Harrie stared at him, her eyes flicking down to his bike, and the sound that left her throat was strangled. Half aroused and half… Harrie scowled and steered her broom right up to him, hovering in front of his bike. "That how you play dirty?"
"Yup."
Harrie flipped him off and began to mutter words under her breath that weren't swear words but… Latin. Jax's eyes widened as he watched her whisper hurried phrases, bright blue bursts of light leaving the tips of her fingers and flooding the street before them. The street in front of the hospital slowly lit up as lights bounced forward, clearing the street.
As the minutes passed, he couldn't hear any cars or bikes or any other sound but the light breeze, the occasional hooting of an owl and the far off sounds of the highway. He couldn't even see any pedestrians on the sidewalks of Charming and his eyes widened even more.
"What the fuck."
"I'm good at what I do," Harrie offered, winking at him and flying over to the edge of the driveway.
Small torch lights lit up the street ahead of them, lights that absolutely did not come from the normal street lights that normally lit up Charming at night. Jax grinned and guided his bike to the imaginary starting line, revving the engine of his Dyna loudly. He slipped his helmet on and flipped his glasses over his eyes and revved it even louder. Harrie huffed out a loud laugh and then bent down over the handle of her broom, strapping on the goggles over her eyes.
A ghostly version of a stoplight appeared in front of them, glowing on the red. Jax grinned, noticing out the corner of his eye that she hadn't gestured or spoken a word. So many questions were flooding his mind, so, so many, but the look in her eye drew his attention. Her gaze was focused on the road ahead, her shoulders uncurled and loose. Her hair was undone from its tie, falling down her back. Her tongue was peeking out as she concentrated on the road ahead, taking in everything from the turns of the road to the various businesses alongside it.
The stoplight changed to yellow and then a second later, it was green like Harrie's eyes, glowing brightly. Jax raced off, roaring down the main street of Charming, and saw Harrie shoot off like a rocket next to him, flying right next to him, breathing hard, but utterly centered.
The moonlight glinted off the motorcycle next to her on the road and Harrie met Jax's eyes one minute and the next, he swerved around her. Harrie just pulled up on her Firebolt and flew over him, breathing in the crisp night air, falling behind for a bare second. She leaned further down onto the handle and felt it as her Firebolt gained speed, following just the faintest movements of her body. Jax smirked at her and pulled ahead, mischief in his eyes, as he turned right on the street that led to the garage.
Harrie smiled even wider and leaned into the turn, her blood roaring in her ears, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. One look at Jax sent heat thrumming through her, watching him ride with confidence. Each turn, each movement, be it a turn or swerving around her, was done effortlessly, and it was… definitely... turning her on.
She knew Jax would have a shit ton of questions, knew she probably shouldn't have told him about magic or healed Abel in front of him. But… he appeared to have… taken it in stride. And with a certain wand guiding her to California… Not exactly Charming in particular but…
She raced Jax right up into the Sons of Anarchy compound, her magic stretching out in front of her to make sure the way was clear. They were neck and neck and she didn't even care who lost or who won as she sped past the reapers glaring at them and pulled her broom to a stop, as Jax slowed his bike and parked it.
She hovered on her Firebolt for a minute, breathing hard, watching him watch her, sweat on her back, dripping down her skin, making her shirt stick to her back. Jax stared at her, bright heat in his eyes that made her swallow on a suddenly dry mouth. His pupils were blown with arousal and Harrie licked her lips, as she lowered her broom to the ground.
Jax turned the engine of his bike off and stalked right up to her, backing her right up against the compound wall. His blond hair was windblown and he looked… rather like a wolf out for prey. Harrie's back hit the wall behind her with a thump that was loud in the ensuing silence and Jax took that moment to claim her mouth. Her Firebolt dropped to the ground with a crack, swiftly forgotten.
Harrie let out a strangled moan, her legs twitching as she felt heat burn through her body. The kiss was wet and hot from the start, arousal making them both needy. Jax boxed her in right before curling his fingers into her hips and lifting her up, making her yelp. He didn't even remove his mouth from her lips, instead slipping his tongue into her mouth. Heat danced through her, making goosebumps roll up her bare arms.
She scrabbled around in his arms, gasping in another breath through her nose, and slipping her legs around his waist, her back still against the wall. The low gasping sound that left his throat at her movement made her grin and then promptly made her whine as her thigh rubbed up against his still clothed cock.
Jax pulled back only to lean his forehead against her's, as he held her aloft, reaching down to shove his jeans down. Harrie twisted around to do the same, whining low in her throat, digging her fingernails into his back, curling them into his kutte. With just a touch of her magic, her pants slid down her thighs and pooled at the bottom of her legs, revealing her already wet underwear.
Jax groaned at the sight, peering down at her, and reached out, stroking her through the material. Harrie shuddered at the look in his eyes, bucking into his fingers, as need boiled through her, making her squirm.
"For Merlin's sake, fuck me already," Harrie muttered, barely recognizing her voice, rough and low.
Jax snorted and pushed her panties down, breathing hard as he shoved his own boxers down and thrust right into her in one move. Harrie yelled out and curled her fingers into his back even tighter, as they both froze, sweat trickling down both of their backs. Harrie slipped her arm up to curl around Jax's shoulders, as he breathed against her, filling her up all the way.
Her nerves lit up as Jax began to move in her, making her shudder as the faintest stirrings of pleasure grew. Her muscles clenched around him as he moved and Jax grunted, his eyes widening, skin reddening as he mouthed and licked over her neck. Harrie shivered as his fingernails skirted up her skin, as he sucked a bruise into the crook of her neck. She bared her neck to give him better access, groaning as he rocked into her, rolling his hips against her.
Pleasure built at the base of her spine, coiling in the pit of her stomach as he shoved into her again, pushing her further against the wall. She reached down a hand to her clit and rubbed her fingers over it, as electricity shot through her. Jax groaned as she flexed around him and dropped one of his hands to curl around her fingers, rubbing over that spot that made her see sparks. Sounds left her throat as they moved together, pleasure making her vision grey out as Jax thrust into her harder, her toes curling. She bucked against him, digging her fingernails into his shoulders for balance and met his thrust with one of her own, tightening her legs around him.
Jax yelled out as he came, stilling for a hot minute, staring right into her eyes as Harrie fell over the edge as well. His breathing hitched as he burrowed his head against her collarbone, inhaling against her skin. Harrie let out a shaky sigh and leaned against him, trying to catch her breath.
"You…" Jax started, his voice wrecked in the best way, his arms holding her up. "You looked fucking gorgeous."
Harrie's cheeks reddened at the compliment. "Thanks, I guess."
"So… witch, huh?"
"Yup."
Jax laughed against her heated skin, still not letting her down. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, tight and hot, and she didn't want to let go either. His breath against her skin sent goosebumps rolling up her arms and she groaned, shaking her head against his chest.
"I'm going to bed," Harrie muttered, glancing up at the night sky above them. She slowly untangled her legs from around him and slid down his body, hearing him suck in a sharp breath. She pulled her pants back up, ignoring the dirt and come, and staring at her wet underwear before pulling those back on too. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of going to sleep in them before she waved a hand over the material. He heard Jax pull up his own baggy jeans and rebuckle his belt over his waist.
She was gonna have to go back home and do actual laundry at some point but that wasn't going to be tonight. Harrie yawned and scrubbed her eyes, seeing him yawn too, and was about to reach into her pocket when Jax took her hand.
"Come on, angel, we're sharing a bed."
"Says who?" Harrie muttered, letting Jax lead her back into the clubhouse. "And wait just a fucking minute. I told you I'm not an angel."
Jax smirked at her as he unlocked the clubhouse door. "Yeah? Prove it."
"Uhh, how am I supposed to do that, asshole? Aside from…" Harrie trailed off on another yawn as they passed the kitchen and the common room of the clubhouse. Her gaze stopped on the wall of mugshots before something very much like worry curled in the pit of her stomach. Nope, she wasn't thinking about it. She was going to leave that for future Harrie to think about. And then there was the whole…
Jax tugged her down a hallway and turned right, away from where they had come down from the roof earlier and right through another door.
She blinked as she took in the apartment in front of her, seeing the bed in the center and another door off to the side. Probably a bathroom, she supposed, as she watched Jax close the door behind them and lock it. He padded over to the bed and began to undress, stripping off his kutte and flannel shirt.
His movements were slow as he yawned again before walking into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and left her alone for the moment, letting her look her fill. The walls were covered with posters of almost naked women, of various kinds of bikes, and the American flag was hung on the wall above the bed. The apartment itself stank a little bit and there was only one window, right next to the bed.
There was a desk by the main door, one full of clutter, papers, photos, various items that she supposed were club related. There was a gun lying on the desk, like a normal piece of office supplies, and she shivered at the sight of it. She traced her fingers over the desk, hearing the toilet flush in the bathroom and a faucet turn on, before turning to the bed again. Jax had dropped his kutte onto the quilt and she trailed her fingers over the leather, feeling over the bumpy sewing lines that were around the patches.
V. President. Redwood Original. Men of Mayhem.
Harrie picked it up and lay it over the back of the chair at the desk before undressing slowly, pulling off her shirt, bra, shoes and pants. She heard Jax come back out and was about to turn to use the bathroom when she caught a glimpse of his back. He was naked except for his boxers, letting her look her fill of him. She knew he had the tattoo on his right arm, a big grave stone, but this one...
Her mouth opened and closed at the sight of that tattoo, her eyes widening. "Whoa."
Sons of Anarchy. MC. California. The reaper once again stared out at her from Jax's back, black ink vivid and sharp.
Jax grinned at her, his eyes catching on the scar on her chest and her shoulder again. Harrie didn't bother to cover herself but didn't comment at his lifted eyebrow.
"You said you have tattoos," Jax remarked, lifting his shoulders.
Harrie nodded, waved her hand over her bare left leg, and felt her glamour disappear. The cool tingling of moving ink made her shiver a little bit before she opened her eyes, seeing Jax blink.
"It's… moving."
Harrie shrugged. "Magical tattoos move."
"That is a big ass snake."
"Basilisk. I killed one when I was 12," Harrie offered, before turning and heading into the bathroom.
"What the fuck?!"
Harrie poked her head out again, seeing Jax stare at her incredulously. She grinned back. "It was even bigger than the tattoo."
Jax opened his mouth and then closed it, gaping at her.
"And the other one?" Jax finally asked, tilting his head as if he was having trouble wrapping his mind around Harrie's words.
"A phoenix wing. It's on my back," Harrie answered, before doing her business in the bathroom. She used a few quick cleaning charms on herself, looking wistfully at the shower before deciding she'd used it in the morning. She made sure the other charm on her body was still active, the charm that Poppy had shown her how to do. Birth control that would never stop until she smudged over the rune on her ankle. "Reminds me I'm alive."
She walked back out after a minute and shucked her socks off as well, sitting on the edge of the bed across from Jax, letting him see her other tattoo. She felt him move on the bed before his fingers trailed over the wing on her shoulder.
"What the fuck was your life?"
Harrie laughed quietly and lay down on the bed, slipping underneath the covers. Jax followed suit, no sign of awkwardness in his body as he curled an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Harrie sighed and leaned into him, getting comfortable, shuffling around until his chest was up against her back.
"All started with a prophecy," Harrie offered, her voice slurring with sleep already. Jax's heat surrounded her and she remembered belatedly that she hadn't had any nightmares last night. Hopefully… "Night. Oh and Jax?"
It took a minute but he made a noise, letting her know he was listening.
"Don't tell anyone about the whole magic thing. It'd get me into trouble and anyone else you told into trouble."
"A'right."
Harrie felt him nod against the nape of her neck before her eyes closed and she fell into dreamland.
The roar of a motorcycle woke her up to an unfamiliar bed and an owl tapping its beak against the window of the apartment. Jax had pulled her in close while they had slept, slipping a leg between her's, all octopus like, and she grinned. She had thrown an arm over his side too. Jax was still asleep, snoring quietly, before his eyes sleepily opened against the sun that poured in from the window.
The owl tapped its beak against the window again and she threw out an arm, knocking at the window in return. "Alright! Alright!"
"Why is there... an owl at the window?" Jax asked, voice rough with sleep. He scrubbed a fist over his eyes, like he was trying to decide if he was still sleeping or not. "Harrie."
"Yeah?" She stood up and slid the window open, letting the bird into land on the bedside table. The owl was a nondescript barn owl, a smallish bird with brown feathers and grey eyes, that looked up at her expectantly.
"You're a witch, right? I didn't dream that?"
She muttered under her breath as she looked around for her pants, finding them by the desk and picking them up. Harrie reached in for a few coins, a few American coins because American wizarding birds didn't take British money, and deposited them in the owl's pouch on its feet.
"Yep, still a witch. That's not likely to change overnight," Harrie said, grinning a little bit as she took the letter from the owl's beak.
Jax sat up against the headboard on the bed and stared at her, his gaze flickering between her and the owl.
Harrie Potter. Charming, California.
She didn't recognize the writing but that didn't mean anything these days.
"Jax!"
She slipped her finger through the envelope even as she threw on her shirt, tucking the letter in her mouth when she needed two arms. There was a knock on the door and Jax got up off the bed, swerving widely around the owl as he slipped on his shirt, jeans and kutte again. Harrie shooed the owl back out through the window and continued to read, hearing Jax open the door.
There was silence for a moment before the guy at the door spoke in a loud Irish accent.
"Potter? Jackie boy, you're still with her? Ooh, boy!"
Harrie finally glanced up to see the guy who Jax had initially been with when they had met. Chibs? Or something.
"Uhh, do I know you?" Harrie asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Chibs, my lady. It's Chibs."