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Jack Roller 
Funny that no matter how dark Knockturn Alley was, the pub always seemed to be darker. Upon entering the pub, Jack paused a moment to let his eyes adjust. It was best not to enter this place when one couldn’t see who might be trying to jack roll the pickpocket. Especially because tucked into one of the numerous pockets of his oversized dark green coat was a small moleskin bag full of the potions ingredients he’d recently purchased from the apothecary (minus the unicorn hair). Just how did all those ingredients fit into the small moleskin bag? Well, a simple extension charm. A simple Undetectable Extension Charm that one of the few spells Jack was really good at preforming. Just a little something he’d done in hopes of impressing the pretty lady he was about to meet.
He nodded to the barkeep as he approached the bar, using obtaining a drink to acclimate himself to the place. It was best to look like you had no business because it drew less attention. ”Whiskey, neat.” he ordered, wishing, not for the first time, that the place sold ice-cold beer. Butterbeer was too sweet and he’d learned the hard way at a no-maj pub that the English liked warm beer. It almost made him wish he were back in New York.
He took a moment to dip a finger into whiskey and taste it before he bothered with a sip, figuring that unless the barkeep had done something to the bottle Jack had just seen the whiskey poured from, he should be alright drinking the alcohol. Finally, he picked up the cup and took a sip as he turned around, leaning his back against the bar. His pretty little contact lady should be here. He just need to – ah…there she was! Sitting in a back corner. But she wasn’t alone Perhaps he should wait for her business with the fella to conclude before he moseyed on over.
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Sebastijan Grimmson At Alphonsine’s words, Sebastijan wasted no time in drawing back his sleeve to survey the watch strapped to his right-hand wrist. Shortly. As ambiguous of a time frame as it was, he was going to have to accept it. "Excellent. I would hate to be kept waiting." Not when he was very much looking forward to the gift their friend had to deliver.
"Would I ever let you down?" he said, pausing only to give her a smirk over the rim of his wine glass, "They have been checked and are of working quality. I doubt there’ll be any complications." A fact that he hoped would make her feel more at ease, should she need it. Her happiness was, after all, indispensable. "Oh?" There was a look of intrigue on his face as he took a large sip of the wine. "I guess we’ll be facing fewer hassles than we thought." Excellent. Truly excellent.
While he was giving Alphonsine and her beauty every bit of attention that he could, Sebastijan couldn’t help but notice another creepy feeling slithering down his back. His highly intuitive nature was noticing a shift, the kind that made him feel as though he was being watched. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the woman sitting opposite him and started scanning the surrounding area. The lack of appropriate lighting made this a difficult task but eventually, his eyes landed on a man. A man in a large coat who, despite being shrouded in the natural darkness of the pub, he could tell was facing them.
Hmm.
Alphonsine allowed her smile to brighten at Sebastijan's confirmation that he did indeed procure the necessary supplies and already had them checked.
"I knew I could count on you," she said sweetly, her natural charm infused in every word. She nodded as he continued, pleased that so far every step had been so meticulously planned out and that it was coming together so well.
And she usually was attentive enough that she would have seen the other man when he came in, but it was Sebastijan's averted gaze that alerted her attention to the newcomer.
"Right on time," she murmured quietly enough that only her companion would have heard. Alphonsine gave their mark an expectant look before subtly gesturing him to make his way over with a nod of her head. She needed him to deliver the goods so she could take her leave of this dingy dive.