Playin the part (Cynthia)

[jack]

Jack sat behind the bar at the three broomsticks. He was a little short handed seeing as two of his bartenders had been murdered. Granted he had been the one who had killed them, but he had had his reasons, and didn't bother him to work. He knew how to bartend he had done it many times before when he was in another country. He always tried to stay incomspicuous while still being in the heat of things. The best way to do this was to be a bartender. He saw and heard alot doing it, and no one ever really noticed him. Few people knew who he really was. It was no secret that Bellatrix Lestrange was his mother, but few knew who his father was.

Also being the child of a death eater didn't mean that you would follow in there footsteps, and there was no evidence to say that Jack was anything like his mother. He whiped down the bar with a damp rag having nothing else to do where as there wasn't any customers. People hardly came to the bar any more since the murders. Granted where as he was the owner he lost money because of it, but the three broomsticks wasn't the only place he owned. He even owned gringotts, and he made alot of money. Granted he didn't really need it. He had a good deal of money in the first place.

He finished whiping down the bar, and he leaned against the counter. Though it was relaxing having so little business it was also boring. He liked having something to do. He'd prefer to be out terrorizing the countryside, but he would have settled for an old drunk talking his ear off. Anything was better than nothing. He would have had Fenrir tend the bar for him, but for some reason he didn't think that would have gone over well. He smirked at the thought of customers walking in to see the infamous werewolf behind the bar, and how they would react.

[rusty]

the new girl in town
can't be more then sixteen
and she's got a way of makin
a boy act like a clown

Cynthia was new in town, and lonely. So lonely she would speak with absolutely anyone at this point, which was why she walked into the Three Broomsticks, unaware that it wasn't the place for a girl as seemingly as pure and innocent as she, because they didn't have that at Beauxbatons.

The familiar scent of Butterbeer, Firewhiskey and sin greeted the sixteen year old, and her brown eyes gleamed with anxiety. Cynthia Hay moved to loose her bad name, she didn't want to gain it at a new school, so she adjusted the white and yellow daisy in her honey hued brown hair, as she took a seat in front of the bar keep.

Cynthia's calculating gaze scanned the man's features and a small shudder escaped her. Not because he was unappealing, he just frightened her. "Hello," she piped up, a friendly smile crossed her lips, hoping his appearance would be different then his personality, but she honestly doubted it.

[jack]

Jack heard the door open, but acted as if he had not. He tried to make himself look busy digging through the cooler. He heard the girl take a seat at the bar, and he shut the cooler, and walked over to her with a smile. She seemed to look him over, and then she shuddered slightly. He nearly laughed. The girl was obviously good at reading people so he would have to make sure that he was extra pleasant to her.

He smiled again as she greeted him. "Hello." He said in the kindest voice he could muster. He sometimes amazed himself at how good of an actor he was. He had had alot of practice playing the nice innocent guy in the background. It tended to help him out alot. Things were easier when people thought that you were just an average guy. This was a concept his father had never grasped.

"So what 'll it be kid. It's on the house." He smirked. "It's been pretty empty tonight, and I'd be happy for the company. Plus I'm the owner so I can give away anything I like." He hoped that his generosity would put her into a false sense of security. It worked with most people, but some people weren't won over so easily. He wondered whether this girl would see through him or not. It was a rare occasion when people did.

[rusty]

As a girl that had been not exactly innocent during her first fifteen years of life, and had been good at acting polite to those that she didn't exactly feel worthy of it. So as the man spoke to to her, her brown eyes rolled inwardly. "I'll just have a.. Firewhiskey please," she said with slight mockary in her tone. She was mocking the nameless man.

"Cynthia Hay," the brunette introduced with a small nod and grin. She was curious whether the man would intoduce himself to her, becuase it was likely that she would know his surname if he was from a Death Eater family, even if she wasn't a local.

[jack]

Jack smirked. The girl knew that there was more to him, and she was trying to find out if she was right. He could have lied, and put her away from the truth, but he tried to play along. "Jack Lestrange." He said as he pulled out a bottle of his finest firewhiskey. He took a glass from a cabinet and put it on the counter. He looked the girl over as he poured the glass. "There's more to you than meets the eye isn't there miss Hay?"

[rusty]

Cynthia's eye brows rose curiously as Jack said his last name. She didn't know that Bellatrix Lestrange had ever had a child, with whom enticed her but her expression showed nothing of the sort. "Nice to meet you, Jack," she said, letting his name ring in their ears as she spoke it like an old time muggle reporter. She nodded her head politely as a small thank you for the poison as Jack handed it to her, not feeling at all anxious or nervous as he scanned her over. In fact she was feeling a little confident, perhaps overly so.

"There's more to you than meets the eye isn't there miss Hay?" Cynthia picked up the warm liquid, and brought the cup to her lips, her doe eyes looking deeply into Jack as she said aloofly, "Let's just say I know how the world turns." She gave the man a slight wink before taking a slow sip of the deep red liquid.

The Hufflepuff's eyes slid shut as she fell into a euphoric state. The burning sensation had been one she had missed, but had forgotten what it had felt like in the rumble of her throat. A smile pressed itself upon her flawless features, as she opened her eyes. "Haven't had this in.. two years," she muttered as an explanation. She didn't wish Jack to think she had been a recovering alcoholic that just fell off the wagon or something of the sort, she just missed Firewhiskey.

[jack]

Jack smirked as he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. "It's not hard to figure the world out. They all cry for world peace, but if they had it they would be so bored. People would be begging for an explosion or a murder. People need chaos to live, and few are wise enough to see it." Jack downed his glass of whiskey. He stood there for a bit trying to size up the girl in front of him. There was something more to her than even he could grasp. "There is no reason to go so long with out a drink, as long as you don't over do it when you do drink. I have seen alot of bad things happen to people who drink to much. I've been working in bars for a long time, and this is just one of dozens of bars that I own. I own another bar in london. Just make sure you know your limit, and that you don't go beyond it kid." Jack knew all to well how bad things could turn out thanks to drinking.

[rusty]

Cynthia nodded and smiled at Jack's words. "I love chaos. It pleases me to no end," she said with a lazy shrug. She looked at him and asked flatly, "Are you a Death Eater?" She really could care less if he was or was not. She had just always wanted to see the dark mark, and it seemed like one of the possible times she could. "I have some self control, not to worry, old man," she smirked playfully, he really wasn't old at all, she was just responding to him calling her kid. It seemed a little bit demeaning, not that she really mindeed, she was just letting him know that he didn't have to call her that, and could call her by his real name.

Cynthia looked up at him, and sized him up. Boy he was attractive. Of course she was sixteen and he would not think about her that way, and if he were to and things were to escolate it would be stagatory rape. She laughed lightly at her thoughts, and shook her head. Boy I'm feeling weird today, she thought with a small roll of her doe eyes.

[jack]

Jack laughed at her question. "Well that is very bold of you to ask." Jack rolled up his left sleave to show that he did not bare the mark. "No I am not a deatheater. I don't work for any one I do not like people having control over me. That is why I own so many business's. I can go to which ever one I so choose, and I can do what ever I like there." Jack turned away to her noticing the sink full of glass's. He flicked his wand at it and they began to clean and dry themselves. With another flick of his wand a blunt appeared on the counter. He put it in his mouth, and lit it with the tip of his wand. He took a few puffs off of it while he gave Cynthia a quizical look. "You shouldn't think such things about people. At least not until you know them."

[rusty]

Cynthia frowned at Jack's answer, but her lips fell apart in shock as she saw the joint roll onto the counter top before her. She didn't know if the laws about illegal substances were different in the wizarding world then the muggle world, but it was still shocking. She blushed at her rather childish thoughts, and responded to his earlier words, "Such a disapointment. I've always wanted to see a dark mark live." She gave the man a smile before shaking her head. "I didn't think you were one, I just wanted to know if this could be one of those possible times where I could see a mark, you know," she shrugged meekly.

[jack]

Jack laughed a dark cold heartless laugh. "Well you needn't worry about that. The war is coming, and soon the dark mark will be seen over the sky again, and again. The deatheaters are rizing, and they have assets they didn't have before. They won't fail this time." Jack smirked he knew he said to much as he often did, but he had his reasons behind it as he had reasons behind everything.