It made sense that he was standing on the pavement worried about what Lottie would say about his face that he'd run into the other girl he'd fancied like mad in Hogwarts. Jake had become a bit distracted the past few months with Ollie's troubles, the world cup, and Venice, that he'd lost track of his very slow-moving attempts at getting Greta to notice him. Merlin, that felt like quite a bit of time ago.
"I solved the mystery," he said with a nod, agreeing that it was indeed painful. Jake patted his chin lightly, wincing. "They want me back on the field."
It felt strange to say that out loud and even after enduring the past few hours it still didn't feel real. There wasn't a war going on but there were still dark wizards that were up to no good. Jake had learned early on that it wasn't only the cause of war that fueled people; there were plenty of reasons why people made bad decisions. Jake just didn't---it was one thing to deal with hexes he knew were not going to kill him because he could see the familiar face of the auror across the room, but there was already a panic swelling in his gut at the idea of heading back out into the world.
But that's what his healing sessions had been going for, right? He kept telling himself that he'd agreed to them for a reason, and this was supposed to be it. To become what he'd once been, even if that felt like a completely different life. Maybe it was a different life.
"Let me take those for you," he offered, gesturing to her groceries, "I'd look like a bum in these robes if I didn't help out the pretty girl I nearly bowled over."
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