Cats are vile creatures, arrogant and wretched. They dont need babying, its pathetic.

Modesty would not have used vile, not most of the time at least, however arrogant and yes wretched would more than likely enter into her description of cats. She should, in hindsight, have bought an owl, however an eleven year old Modesty had barely had the money to buy all the necessary books without forking out for a preening and pretentious bird as well. No, a cat had most certainly been the cheaper option, especially when you agreed to take the cat the shop desperately wanted rid of and pay next to nothing for it. Of course asking why the shop wanted rid of it would have been advisable. The thing was bloody vicious. Not that Modesty would ever trade her cat in for an owl now she could probably afford to if she saved up. There were better things to spend money on, and besides, having a violent cat could come in handy.

Jam Morrison

He smiled, which surprised Modesty, and she realised that he could be very good looking. For once that hadnt intentionally affected her decision of who to sit with, or if it had she hadnt really realised it. She had chosen him because he looked interesting, younger and, if she was honest, part of herw anted a reaction out of Josh, which of course he would have to struggle to contain what with not being her dad and all.

Are you here for the company or the -

Or the what? She supposed it wasnt the company, owing to the fact she knew about one person, well two now, but she had only known Josh when she had agreed to go. Of course the promise that interns would be going had figured in her decision. It would be a good chance to catch up with people from school and if nothing else it should have broken up the monotony of day to day life spent in and around Diagon Alley. The street that had once fascinated her was now rather boring. Everyday was similar. She had been tempted to venture down Knockturn Alley however something had held her back. Modesty wasnt normally one for caution however even she had thought twice about going down there alone. Instead she had been reduced to window shopping when she wasnt working, and there was nothing more infuriating than knowing the closest you would get to something was looking at it through glass.

I was invi-

Oi, what the bloody hell? Theres a whole fridge full of good stuff over there and yet you take mine?

Modesty smiled quite innocently. It was about time he realised his beer had been swiped. Of course Modesty could never have helped herself to the beer on offer by the barbeque for a number of reasons all involving Josh.

Youre just lucky that youre pretty.

The half smirk, half smile, which would have graced her lips, was obscured by the can of beer; however it didnt fully hide the glint in her eyes and the quirk of her brow.

Is that so? she replaced the can of beer on the table as she replied. Her tone was light and almost teasing, her lips curled into an amused smile. She was not however ignorant to where his eyes had strayed earlier, though she really wasnt that bothered. Modesty had enough brain cells to work out that if she wore revealing clothes people were going to look. She would never understand girls who dressed to impress and then got angry when what should have been the desired effect was achieved.

So what brings you here then?

She could only assume he wasnt on close terms with the rest of the attendees, what with having sat on his own and all, and it really did beg the question just why was he there. She observed him through the haze of cigarette smoke, the smell failing to irritate her in any way after a childhood spent surrounded by it. However he surely wasnt going to cope on cigarettes and alcohol alone if Modestys shrewd suspicions were correct. It just added to the question as to why he was there, figuratively so far from a fix.