Bored |Jack|

[ajeeta binal laranya]

Ajeeta was bored and what she does for living as well as what she does on the side, that is rather surprising. For Ajeeta was the senior editor of Daily prophet as well as the unknown leader of the death eaters, yes the rumors of the death eaters have be spreading since the night of the dark mark. A plan a she had carefully planned to cause the panic she wanted and need to carry out her next part in her plan of which will happen a few more months or less, hopefully less since she wanted to have the ministry under her control sooner rather than later. However her plan didn't need to be worked on since it was planned out expect for one small detail of which was where the second raid would be. For the plan was two raids on two areas of magical neighborhoods or towns, Hogsmeade was going to be one of them. She wasn't sure about the other neighborhood quite yet, she thought of those flats, godric's hollow or even that neighborhood close to kings cross.NHowever she had a meeting set up with her death eaters in a couple of days of where she would be asking them of which neighborhood would been the best to raid along side Hogsmeade.

Besides that detail and there was nothing really new for stories in the daily prophet, than she would go to the three broomsticks to either have some fun that night or find a new recruit or even both if she can manage it. It really depended on if the person supported the death eaters, the order or the children of the moon. She hoped the person would be a death supporter, however there was a chance that the person was still in Hogwarts of which would be great in a way. Great in the way that she can figure out when she could attack the castle when the death eaters have a higher profile. However she wouldn't be able to have the Hogwarts student as a death eater till they were seventeen at least. However if it was a Hogwarts student, she would have to figure out if she should tell them quite yet that she was the leader of the death eaters. Ajeeta would figure that out when and if she manage to find a death eater supporter that day, if she than she would take the supporter elsewhere to talk with the supporter about what she had in mind and offer the spot of death eater when they leave Hogwarts.

With that in mind, Ajeeta had left her house and Apparated at the end of the high street of Hogmeade, she walked up the high street towards the three broomsticks. It didn't take to long for Ajeeta to reach the three broomsticks, when she was instead that she had sat down at the bar and ordered an butterbeer, at least for now. For she didn't want to drink a fire whiskey, for there was a chance that she may let something slip if she was talking to someone in here of her being the leader of the death eaters. That was one thing she isn't want to risk, for she didn't want people to know too soon about her. For she needed some things happen before that information can be revealed to the magical community. When Ajeeta got her butterbeer that she looked around to see if she can spot anyone of interest to her.

Ajeeta's outfit

[jack stephen carlyle]

Such a dull day it was, being a seventh year, the novelty of being able to leave school grounds to go to Hogsmeade on the weekends had long since worn off. It might have been a lot more interesting if it were a large city rather than a charming little hamlet or at the very least there would be more to do than walk around an impossibly tiny village, looking at the same houses, going into the same shops (which looked utterly unchanged since the days of his third year), and going to the same pubs. Jack did, however, have a benefit to coming here that he hadn't as a lad of thirteen or fourteen.

Namely, being of age so he could get served something a bit stronger than butterbeer in the pubs. And there was still girls. Granted, mostly the same ones that were walking around Hogwarts, but Jack had been known to get an older woman or two- sneak them away to a room at the Three Broomsticks, or at the Hog's Head if he was looking for something a bit quieter. No such luck today, at least not at the moment, but Jack was optimistic that he could snag himself a beauty before the night was out.

Of course, there was the annoyingly early curfew, but Jack had gotten away with bending that rule more than a few times, especially since he had been made a prefect. Prefects could walk around whenever they damn well pleased, one of the many perks that Jack had come to enjoy over the years. So not even being concerned about that, he simply sat at the bar in the Three Broomsticks, nursing a nice mead, periodically crinkling his nose when he glanced at tables of younger students ordering rounds of butterbeer. Really, the stuff was nasty, sickeningly sweet, and it wasn't even alcoholic, Jack never saw the point in drinking it.

Well, perhaps just once, it was something of a rite-of-passage for Hogwarts youth, but now that he was an adult and could drink whatever he felt like, and however much he wanted, Jack had vowed to not touch the stuff again. Not that he was keen on firewhiskey, either. It seemed people thought those were the only two drinks available, but Jack knew better, there was a whole world of booze out there to explore. Ales, mead, wines, scotch... And many others, though he preferred the classier things, hence the mead.

At eight galleons a glass, it was easily the most expensive one on the menu, and it tasted it. Rich and complex, not the swill that came in the large barrels behind the counter. Jack took an ample sip, but he was planning on going slowly. Drinking was fine and all, but getting drunk alone was pathetic, he was looking for a lady to invite over, buy her a couple rounds until she was sufficiently inebriated to go along with what it was he wanted- to not have second thoughts about going to a room with a relative stranger.

Jack could afford however many drinks that took, it wasn't like his parents would notice the money missing. They were incredibly wealthy, the amount in their Gringott's vault nearly tripled annually just on interest alone. It really was a beautiful thing. Jack scanned the room, his gaze landing on an intriguing-looking woman, she was exotic, lovely to look at, though he could tell in about two seconds she probably wasn't worth his time. She was just a bit too old, likely wouldn't have interest in a seventeen-year-old such as himself.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

As Ajeeta looked around at the pub that she realized it was an Hogwarts weekend, she knows that the students have weekends to Hogsmeade. But she didn't know that this weekend was one of those weekends, in a way she had hoped it would be for she hoped to find a student that could be a supporter or help her with figuring out when the best time to raid Hogwarts. Before she does that, that she needed to know if there were anyone of use to her at Hogwarts, if not than that raid would be for scare just like the two raids she was planning for Hogsmeade raid and the other magical neighborhood raid. As she looked around, she tried to figure out which student would be best suited for either becoming a supporter or help her with the eventually Hogwarts raid. Ajeeta could tell that there many eyes on her, of which was not much of a surprise and she was used to having eyes on her. Even some of the male students were looking over at her, Ajeeta had notice those males, however Ajeeta could tell that they were not going to be worth it.

Whether it was for a fun night or being a death eater supporter, Ajeeta couldn't read their minds but she could tell enough from their appearance and clothing that they were more likely on the order side or leaning towards it or prefer to keep out of it all together. As Ajeeta's eyes reached the bar that she notice one of the male students sitting there by himself. In a way, that was a bit surprising to her for she didn't expect a student to be sitting by himself and drinking one of the meades that the three broomsticks had. She watched him carefully as he payed for another glass, she notice the money he gave the bartender which was eight galleons. From that exchange that Ajeeta had figured that this male student comes from a wealthy pure blood family. There was a good chance that he was raised with similar beliefs as she had with her parents, so there was a good chance that he was one of her supporters. However the only one she could know for sure if she spoke to him, when Ajeeta had looked away and drank some of her butterbeer that she felt another pair of eyes on her.

Ajeeta had figured that the male had notice that she was sitting at the bar, when she had put the butterbeer down that she had looked over to where the male student was sitting and sure enough he was looking at her. Ajeeta known, when she had saw him, that it would be in due time that he would notice her if he hadn't already notice her, than he would look at her again. Unlike most people here, Ajeeta was exotic and it was bound to happen that she was going to a lot of stares as well as second glances from the males there. Despite the fact that she was no Veela, than she would admit that would be nice if she was a veela since she would be able to gain more followers for her plans and goals as well as have more one night stands than she has already. Ajeeta decided that she may as well say something to him to make sure that he knows that he was worth her time if he thought that he wasn't worth her time or his time depending on he looks at it. However he may figured that she wouldn't be interested in a seventeen year old, for the most part that was true but she did have a couple of one night stands with seventeen years. The last time she had a one night stand with a seventeen year old was almost a year ago. "Do you want to come over here and join me or would you rather at I join you?"

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack again sipped his mead, such a lovely thing it was, so rich and complex. He wondered how he ever got by on the alcohol provided at unauthorized student parties. They focused more on volume than quality, everything tasted like swill. Yes, it did get the job done, but shouldn't one enjoy what they were drinking? Of course, not everyone had his money, Jack had to remind himself of that, though he had taken to bringing his own beverages to those particular events, if he was going to drink enough to get trashed he wanted something that he actually liked, rather than having to choke back something of poor quality.

Jack had even made a handful of friends that way, by sharing something that people actually wanted to drink. Sighing lightly, he returned to surveying the room, trying to find a pretty woman who he could talk into getting drunk quickly. He was quite good at hooking up, but today he didn't really want to put that much effort into getting someone hot in bed, laziness sometimes prevailed. Sure, sometimes the chase was half the fun, but other times he didn't really want to bother with it. Tonight he was more in the mood to give a few flattering words, buy several rounds of drinks, and take advantage of the inebriated decision-making process.

No such luck at the moment, it seemed the only girl on her own in this place was the exotic-looking one at the bar, and Jack knew better than to approach. He'd gotten older women before, though she looked to be late twenties or early thirties, likely a bit beyond his means. Though in and around London he had come across many a cougar in the pubs and clubs, and as long as they were past mid-thirties Jack was game. He just didn't feel like suffering rejection today.

It seemed for the evening it would just be him and his mead. At any rate, the night was still young, he would have plenty of time to observe in the bar, wait for someone attractive to come by. He had all the time in the world. But then, something rather surprising happened, the exotic woman at the other end of the bar called out to him, inviting him over to her, or asking if she should come to him. Well this was certainly an interesting turn in events, but Jack wasn't going to complain if he had captured the eye of this captivating woman.

He slid off his bar stool and walked casually down the bar, taking up the one beside the nameless woman. "I always thought of it as rude to request for a woman to give up her seat," said Jack with a slight smile, settling into his new seat before taking a long sip of mead. Delightful, just perfect it was. He allowed himself to look her up and down, taking her in, everything from the lovely rich complexion, dark eyes, and dark hair, to the feminine form of her body, displayed tastefully in her curve-hugging attire.

Definitely not bad to look at, probably would be good in bed, too. Maybe this evening wouldn't be entirely hopeless after all, this was definitely intriguing. He would see where it went, but he was open to doing whatever this lovely lady wanted from him. Older women were always such fun... "Can I buy you another round, lovely?" asked Jack, signalling over the barkeep with a careless hand gesture. Jack was definitely a little notorious with bartenders, he drank quite a bit, and didn't usually leave much of a tip. It was their job to serve him, what on earth made them think that they should be rewarded for that? They just needed to be quiet and fetch him his drinks. "What are you having?" asked Jack, without waiting for a reply as to whether or not the woman wanted anything more. Who wouldn't want him to buy them a drink?

[ajeeta binal laranya]

When she had notice him looking at her for a few moments that he looked away an distracted to scan the pub once more. Ajeeta knows that there was a few reasons of the male looked away from her and none of the reasons had anything to do with her appearance. That much she was sure of, she remembered when she was seventeen, she thought someone that is thirty was a little out of her league. But she soon learned that was not true, for she still easily got males in their forties when she was seventeen. Those men were looking for the same thing she had been looking for a one night stand, she wasn't sure of how many one night stands she had when she was seventeen as well as even now. Ajeeta watched him closely for a minute to take in what he was wearing and his looks, Ajeeta knows what he was wearing was some of the best things that were made. He was very good looking, as a matter of fact, he was the best looking male in the pub, even though he was seventeen and no more than eighteen years old at least.

Ajeeta wouldn't be surprised if he just turned eighteen, than again he may still only be seventeen, not that it matters if he was seventeen or eighteen. The only thing that matter was that she was going to have at least some fun with this male tonight, if it manages to get there but Ajeeta wasn't sure on that. Besides there was a good chance she may gain a supporter tonight depending on what happens or someone who she could have some more fun later down the road with. When she had spoke to him, that had grabbed his attention and she was sure that he didn't expect her to talk to him or even have an interest in him. The seventeen year old had slid off his stool and walked over to where she was sitting, than he sat on the stool right besides her. Ajeeta smiled when he said that he thinks it was rude of a request for a woman giving up her seat, Ajeeta had figure when she had first saw him that he was from a well off pure blood family. But with that statement it was clear to Ajeeta that his family was not just well off, his family was clearly one of the wealthier families in the wizarding world.

Ajeeta had already finished her butterbeer when the seventeen year old had drank some of his mead and than looked up and down at her. With some women they might find the looking uncomfortable, but Ajeeta didn't mind it one bit. As a matter of fact she loved it when males look up and down at her like the seventeen year old was doing. Than he had ask her if he could buy her another round, before she could say anything that he waved the bartender over and ask her what she was having. "I will have Bungbarrel Spiced Meade." Ajeeta decided not to get another butterbeer when and did she managed to get a male or an attention of a male that night. Ajeeta would admit that she would react differently if he had done what he did in a death eater meeting. But she was not in a death eater meeting at the moment, she wanted to keep a low profile at the moment.

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack couldn't help but be distracted by the woman, really, she was gorgeous. He had found he wasn't very particular when it came to women, as long as they were beautiful, everything else meant little to him. Hair colour and eye colour were low on the priority list, even race didn't matter, Jack appreciated every colour of the rainbow when it came to complexion- from deepest ebony to the pure white of an albino girl he had laid once. This woman was someplace in the middle, a rich olive, and with the angles of her features and the darkness of her hair and eyes, Jack figured she was of some sort of Middle Eastern decent.

He wasn't interested in the specific so much, however, as what she might have going on underneath the form-fitting attire she had selected. She had a good body to go along with a pretty face- there would be no hiding any figure-flaws in the clothing she had selected. Which Jack was quite impressed with, it seemed that every girl he had come across had once specific area of their bodies that they weren't keen on, and went to great lengths to keep hidden. It was almost funny to him, even the ones that were borderline flawless had their insecurities.

It was just a matter of finding them, but once he did, Jack could definitely use them to his advantage. It was a different tactic, but one that he was finding to be rather effective, honing in on what made girls' self-esteem's crumble, and making himself look like the solution. Since he had started picking up women Jack had been going for the more simple route of flattery, but this new way had a lot greater of a payoff. It made a woman almost dependent on him, as if he would fix the damage that he had, admittedly, done.

Which of course, Jack never did. He only stuck around long enough to get what it was that he wanted from a girl and then left her in the dust. He didn't need a female weighing him down. Of course, eventually he would have to get himself a wife- a fellow wealthy pureblood to continue the Carlyle legacy- but he wasn't planning on doing that any time soon. He still had fun left to be had, why should he limit himself by being exclusive to only one person? That seemed like such a bother.

"Make it two, then," said Jack after the nameless woman had placed her order for a fine mead. He hadn't finished his current one, but he knew it would be gone soon enough. He waited for the barkeep to go into the back to get the specified mead- it was a nicer one, not kept with the more low-class things up front. "I must say, you are a woman with taste," said Jack before taking another generous sip of his mead. He really was impressed, most people around here didn't opt for the good stuff, or might not be able to even tell the difference even if they tasted it. Jack didn't even mind that it was on his dime, it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He could probably buy every last drop in the pub without his parents noticing any money missing.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

If there was one thing that Ajeeta was sure of, that was knowing what looked good on her and what worked with her body. Pretty much everything worked wi her body and she looked good with it, no matter what what it was though there were some things that she won't wear. Ajeeta had picked what she was wearing mainly because she knows she good with it and it showed her curves and boy and yet it didn't show everything. There was nothing that Ajeeta wanted to hid, but she wanted to show her body off and how good she looked in the clothes. But she didn't want to show too much skin at the moment, sure she had other clothing that were more revealing than what she had on. However she would only wear those clothing when she would be seduce someone that she knows was from either the children of the moon or from the order. If there was anything that Ajeeta had learned of her body that there was no need to hide or any certain areas for that matter. For there was nothing on her body that she wanted to hidden from people seeing, Ajeeta was proud of her body.

At one point, Ajeeta had some insecurities of her body when she first started to sleep around with different males. However she was between the ages of fifteen to eighteen and those were the years of change for a female. When she was nineteen that her insecurities had stopped for that was when her body had started to become what it was today. That a decade ago, so naturally, she was even more beautiful than she was when she was nineteen. With her body, looks and clothiers, it made her life easier to get info from males in the other two groups if she needed to. That was usually if her double agent couldn't get the information for some reason or it was something that it was only known between certain people. In that case she would have a death eater go and get the information from them or she does it herself if the death eater couldn't manage it. When that happens she had cursed that death eater before she went to do it herself, she would manage to get it though.

Ajeeta smiled when the seventeen year old told the bartender to give them two of the mead and the bartender had went to the back to get the mead. Than the seventeen year old had said that she was a woman with fine taste, of which was true. "Yes, I know what I like. I like the finer things in life." It was easy to tell that was a true statement, not just from the mead she had ask for, but also from how she was dressed. For her clothes were among the best brands there were in today's fashions, Ajeeta had also made sure to keep up with fashion as well as to add her own touch to bring out her body.

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack finished off his first glass as the barkeep brought over two more. As was typical of him, he didn't acknowledge the act beyond dropping the appropriate amount of coinage on the bar and sliding it to the man. No tip, of course. He wasn't finished here yet, and when he did decide to call it a night as far as drinks went, he would fish out a trivial amount of change, mostly out of obligation rather than wanting to. Jack simply expected exemplary service without incentive. They already were getting paid to tend the bar, weren't they? It wasn't his responsibility to pay them.

And if they had a problem with not making more money, then perhaps they shouldn't have chosen tending bar as a career in the first place. Jack picked up his next glass, though didn't yet bring it to his lips. He was a bit more interested in the woman that had called him over than he was in the alcohol. He'd keep pace with her, of course, something about him needing to feel secure in his masculinity- Jack wouldn't allow himself to be drunk under the table by a woman. Luckily, that wasn't a problem, he could hold his alcohol quite well.

Perhaps it had something to do with his height and muscle mass, or the fact that he had built up a good amount of tolerance over the years, or maybe he had just been genetically gifted. It typically took a lot to get him drunk, and he never got too plastered, only been hungover a handful of times. It was usually rum that did it to him, even a little would make his head start pounding and set the room spinning. Jack had learned to stay away from rum by now, but there were still countless other possibilities.

Tequila was nice, vodka even better. Scotch, whiskey, bourbon... Jack wasn't picky so long as it wasn't rum and of good quality. Jack nodded a bit as the nameless woman spoke, he could tell that from the clothes she wore and the mead that she drank, but it was nice to hear all the same. It was good to be proud of liking the finer things in life, being vocal about it rather than hiding their preferences as if they were something to be ashamed of. There wasn't a problem with getting things that they deserved.

"I hear you," said Jack, before picking up his second glass. He raised it slightly to the nameless woman who he found so incredibly interesting. "Cheers," Jack added before taking a slight sip. He wondered what this ravishing woman wanted with him, was she perhaps looking for a bit of fun? He could definitely show her that. Or they could just sit and drink mead all night, which could be fun in its own right. That was, if she could match him. "So, do I get to know your name, or am I going to call you 'lovely' all night?" asked Jack, testing the waters to see where this evening would get him.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

Ajeeta notice when the bartender had come back that the seventeen year had only left what the mead cost. Not that it bothered Ajeeta for she didn't care for any bartender, unless if he was good in bed, but that was thing she would care about a bartender. When the mead was placed before them that Ajeeta had drank some of it, she had notice that the seventeens year hadn't drank any of his yet. She didn't mind that, however the only thing she wondered was if he could hold his liquid or not. Depending on that would make it easy for her to get him into bed with her, unless if he wanted to do that already of which make it a lot more easier for her. However she still didn't know everything about the seventeen year old or at least what his name was. However she has a feeling that if she was in Hogwarts or he was out of Hogwarts that she would have heard of his name before and seen him before now. Being the senior editor in the daily prophet made to so that Ajeeta heard everything before it was publish. True, she was not the editor in chief of the daily prophet but her position was the second highest in the newspaper.

When Ajeeta had told him that she likes the finer things in life, that he said he hears her. At he said cheers and he took a sip from his mead and Ajeeta had followed suit, she only had a sip of her mead when the seventeen year old had spoke once more. He asked her if he gets to know her name or if he was going to keep calling her lovely all evening, honestly she liked being called lovely. "My name is Ajeeta, it was my grandmother's first name. Because of that fact that my grandfather had called me by middle name, Binal, instead of my first name." Ajeeta knows that not everyone would be able to say her name, henceforth the reason why she also said her middle name. Ajeeta admits that she likes her name, for her name was just as unique as her appearance and just as exotic. In the last few years, her name had amused in her a couple of ways mainly because of what she has been doing for the last few years and her slow build to where she was right now in her life. Mainly because of what her name means, for her first name means unconquerable while her middle name means Princess and her last name means beauty. When she takes over the ministry that she would be unconquerable at least in her eyes. "May I have your name as well, unless if you prefer to call you handsome all night?"

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack sipped his mead, glad that the evening had taken a more interesting turn, there wasn't necessarily anything wrong with getting in some drinks alone, but things were much more fun when he had a pretty lady for companionship. Of course, he was really thinking about taking the nameless stranger to bed, she had been the one to flag him down and he found that incredibly hot. Too many women, he found, were afraid of making the first move, they needn't be, Jack liked a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to go out and get it. Of course, he did draw the line at them insisting on being dominant in the bedroom.

It could be fun, Jack supposed, but he was very much the stereotypical male in that regard, he wanted to be in control. He was the man, and he would put whoever he was with in their place. That was all part of the fun. Of course, someone lying down immediately wasn't always as much fun, Jack liked to win his dominance by being rough. Passive submission was boring. He pushed those thoughts from his mind, right now he wasn't even sure if anything was going to happen, he was going to have to bide his time for a while- at least until they got a couple more rounds of mead down.

Jack listened, though didn't really retain much of what the woman said other than her name was Ajeeta and her middle name was Binal. Her name was definitely as exotic as she looked, but he wasn't all that interested in her background, what her grandfather called her and what her grandmother's name was- as far as Jack was concerned that information was completely irrelevant to the present situation. He was more interested in her body than her past.

Of course, Jack was this way with every girl he met, he didn't want to bother with a whole lot of talk and sharing of interests and pasts. He bothered very little with emotional connections, he was only interested in the physical aspect of companionship with the opposite sex. Hence why Jack had never really had a girlfriend, at least not for any length of time. He didn't want to bother with the annoyances of fostering a relationship when he could just as easily get the fun stuff (which was all he ever really wanted), without having to invest the time and feigned interest.

He chuckled lightly when the question was returned to him, of course, he didn't mind being referred to as "handsome" all evening, but it was only fair since she had given him hers. "It's Jack," said he, "though you can still call me handsome if you'd like." He added a quick wink before taking another sip of mead.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

Ajeeta didn't have much of a reason of why she told the seventeen year old of where her first name had come from and why her grandfather called her by the middle name. However she told him both her first and middle name because there people that found it easier to call her by her middle name instead of her first name. She didn't mind if the seventeen year old calls her lovely all night as well or by one of e names that she had gave him. Ajeeta had drank some more of her mead, hoping that this evening would go where she wanted to and considering what she had figured out of this seventeen year old that he wanted the same thing as she does. However she wasn't sure what this seventeen year old was like in bed, considering the shape he was in that he would be better good in bed. She did wanted to know now if he was good in bed or not, but she figured may as well wait for a little bit to see what may happen. She wouldn't mind have a couple rounds with him, but that seem slightly dull compare to what she hoped and wanted to do that night with this seventeen year old.

When she had told him his name that the seventeen year old had told her what his name was, of which was Jack. He also told her that she could still call him handsome bough, than he winked and took a sip of his mead. Ajeeta smiled and took a sip of her mead, honestly she didn't quite expect Jack to have a name like Jack. In a way that was a common name, but than again it wasn't it for there were a lot more common names than Jack as well as much more rare names than Jack. Ajeeta had expected a name that was a little more on the rare side than Jack, however she wasn't sure what name he would have had than. She decided just to call jack handsome for the rest of the night instead of his name for she felt it suited him better. Even though she barely learned what his name was, she was slightly impatient of wanting to know what he was like in bed and figured she may try to speed it up a little to get him into bed. After she had a sip from her mead that she brushed some of his hair with her hand before she stoke his cheek slowly. "Tell me handsome, when are you planning to go back up to Hogwarts. I hope it won't be too soon. For I would like it if you stay for a few more hours."

Ajeeta purred as she spoke, Ajeeta had leaned in close to Jack but she didn't kiss him, instead she was teasing him a little. When ajeeta leaned in thar she had put his hands on his chest, as to tease him even more than she was already doing. Hopefully, he would want to want more of her that night than what he sees of her at the moment, Ajeeta had pulled away when her lips were a mere inch from Jack's own lips. She left one of her hands on his chest while she picked up her mess with her other hand took another sip of her mead watching Jack to see what he will do now. For she wanted to know if he wanted the same thing as she did, than she would know it would be heading there for sure and hopefully much sooner rather than later.

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack found himself with an ever-growing sense of curiosity about this woman- what had made him appealing to her (in his experiences, older women were a very polar thing, either they went for younger men exclusively, or avoided them like the plague), what exactly it was she wanted from him for the evening, and of course, what she had going on under those clothes and how she could use it in the bedroom. Jack had no problem thinking of women in objective terms such as those- he might not be mindful of things like race, a hot girl was a hot girl regardless of the colour of her skin- he always felt they were the weaker sex.

Beneath him, in a way. Part of it was how he had been brought up, highly conservative, wealthy, pureblood family. It was his father's job to be the head of the house, his mother the delicate lady who never need lift a finger- all she was to do was sit tight and look pretty, be the supportive little wifey who would titter away with the other wives at parties, never asking too many questions or getting in the way of things. That was how the world needed to be run, at least in Jack's mind, they would all be better off that way.

So, yes, while not at all racist, Jack was quite a bit of a sexist, and not all too quiet about it. It was part of why he was loathing the idea of eventually having to settle down, he knew that in this day and age trying to find a girl who would play the submissive part would be no easy feat. Jack didn't want an equal partner, he wanted to be the one solely in control, no questions asked, complete and total power.

That and the whole dating thing was more of an inconvenience than what it was worth. Jack, of course, had the money to shower any prospective mate with lavish dates and expensive gifts, but he found no pleasure in it, had relatively little interest in emotional connection. And then there was the matter of having to be entirely committed to whomever he was with, that about put the final nail in the coffin to being a boyfriend figure. There were too many beautiful women willing to sleep with him for him to have to settle with just one, especially now, when he was coming up on eighteen- he had his whole life to settle down.

Jack sipped his mead, and was taken a bit off guard by Ajeeta advancing so rapidly. He smirked devilishly, his pulse keenly increasing, at least now he had some idea what it was she wanted from the evening. Perhaps the night wouldn't be a waste after all- unless she turned out to be absolute rubbish in bed. Though with her looks and her air of confidence, that was very unlikely. His heart rate increased ever so slightly as she got closer to him, so close that their lips nearly touched, only to pull away at the last second.

Such an insufferable tease, she would have to pay for that... Jack set down his half-finished mead, now not entirely interested in drinking it, it seemed that other matters had come to the table now. "I can be around as long as you want," said Jack, his tone low and suggestive. He wasn't concerned in the slightest about curfew, he had his prefect's badge to protect him, and the fact that he was a legal adult. Technically speaking, nobody could force him to stay at the school.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

Ajeeta, unlike with women her age, would sleep with a male any age. Ajeeta would even sleep with a fifteen year old if she thought it was worth it, though she never had slept with a fifteen year old unless if her Hogwarts schools counted. But she only counted her Hogwarts years as her Hogwarts years, she didn't count those years after leaving Hogwarts. Just as the male was good looking and if he behaved like he would be good in bed than Ajeeta would go for the male when she needed to have a fun night or when she was bored. There were times when she had a drunk one nit stand, but she hadn't really had one of those in some time, not since before she started to form her death eaters. That was because she didn't want to risk people learning that she was a rising dark lady or at least not yet at any rate. She had been drunk since than but she had been with either with one of her male death eaters or by herself. The only reason she was drunk by herself was because she had been bored and she didn't find any male to have some fun with a male that night. Ajeeta was sure that what would happen if she hadn't notice Jack looking at her, she was halfway sure that night may have ended up her being drunk by herself.

Ajeeta could tell that she took Jack off guard when she made that move on him, she couldn't help but smile when he had smirked when she advanced as suddenly as she did. When she had pulled away from him that he had set his mead down on the bar, so Ajeeta had placed her mead down as well and had both of her hands on his chest. Than Jack told her that he can be around as long she wants, of which works well out for her and for Jack as well. For Ajeeta could tell that he wanted a fun night as well from the smirk he gave her as well as the tone he used when he responded to her question. "That's good." When Ajeeta had said that, that she leaned forward and kissed him on his lips, she made the kiss passionate. As she kissed him that she wrapped her arms around his neck, Ajeeta had run her fingers his hair. After a minute that Ajeeta pulled away from the kiss and smirked at Jack, she stroke his cheek again before she spoke. "Would you like to to take this to a room, handsome?" Ajeeta was getting impatient of waiting to have this fun night with Jack, Ajeeta got off the stool that she had been sitting on.

She had placed one of her legs up against Jack, she had one of her hands in his hair and that hand was still running though his hair while the other one was on his chest. Ajeeta wondered of how good he was in bed and how he liked it as well, depending on how good he was that she may sleep with him again. She would make a note to herself to come down for a hogwarts Hogsmeade weekend to sleep with him again if he was good in bed. To make sure to know of how he liked it in bed she would play it rough and been the one in control instead of jack being in control. Ajeeta knows that some men liked women would just submit, others to be rough, there were also those liked it rough and be in control while in bed among many others. Ajeeta would have to figure out which one Jack was to know how to handle him, for Ajeeta had different men that liked different things in the bedroom. However she had a feeling that he may like it rough and prefer to be in control, but she needs to get him in there in order to know what Jack likes in the bedroom.

[jack stephen carlyle]

Jack was pleasantly surprised at the direction the evening had taken- before Ajeeta had called out to him, he had assumed that the night would be spent getting drunk by himself at the bar. Which was fun in its own right, but nowhere near as fun as hooking up with a relative stranger. He still didn't even have her last name, and he didn't even want it, not even for the sake of knowing what family she came from, and thus her lineage. Jack wasn't too bothered with knowing blood purity of a girl he was only going to sleep with once, or even a couple of times, but when it came time for settling down, he would search carefully.

As the eldest son, Jack was the heir to the Carlyle name, whatever family he wound up producing would the the dominant one of the line, and he wouldn't dare tarnish centuries' worth of reputation by taking a wife who was anything less than pureblood. Jack wouldn't even want to marry her if there was a veela six generations back- veela weren't witches, and therefore, the lineage would be tainted. Of course, those with veela background were incredible to be around, usually good for a bit of fun. But definitely not marriage material.

Jack was half-tempted to ask his parents to fix him up with someone to save himself the bother, he could be quite sneaky when he needed to, so even if she turned out to be the most irritating woman on the face of the planet he could still go out and sleep around. Jack had the money to his name to keep any woman content for as long as she wanted. The Carlyle name was filthy rich, and with each passing year their fortune only grew. Really, it was a beautiful thing. Jack was sure that even if he never worked it would take a lifetime and a half to squander every last knut.

Of course, he would likely be expected to do something of prominence, with his wealth he could manage to do more figure-head type positions within the Ministry, things that were largely volunteer-based simply for the publicity of being benevolent, while not really doing much of anything except rubbing elbows with important people. That, Jack could handle, something like being in the Wizengamot, or some sort of adviser, or financial backer. With a name and wealth like his, there would be no shortage of things for him to do in the Ministry.

Though for now, Jack wasn't thinking on these things, instead he was rather focused on the exotic older woman who was practically in his lap. She was definitely more than ample distraction from his rather mundane thoughts of having to settle down once it was expected of him. Right now, he wasn't entertaining thoughts of a marriage that he had no intentions of being fully committed to, right now he was much more interested in what Ajeeta wanted with him for the evening, though once her lips met his, he got a pretty good idea what the night might entail.

Jack returned every ounce of passion, this definitely wasn't his first go, he knew what he was doing when it came to women. His hands went to her lower back, a conservative choice, but there was no need to get too vulgar when they were out in the open. Once behind closed doors, however, there would be little restraint on his part. That all-too-familiar smirk returned to his lips when Ajeeta broke the kiss, and it only grew as she suggested that they get a room. This night was definitely turning out to be better than anticipated. "That sounds like an excellent idea, lovely," said Jack, reluctantly removing one of his hands from Ajeeta's back and reaching into his pocket for the key of the room he'd rented just in case. He could usually be counted on to have a room on hold, at least during Hogsmeade weekends.

[ajeeta binal laranya]

Unlike with most pure blood women, she was not married and that may come as a surprise for the other purebloods. Unlike with most other purebloods, her parents didn't really make her find a husband, for they saw no reason to do so. Even though she was raised with purebloods beliefs, she refused to get married and her parents know she won't settle down. Besides her older brother was settled down and have a couple of children as to carry on their family and wealth. But her family was not important at the moment and neither wa Jack's family or even what his bloodline was either, though she guess that he was a pureblood from how he spent the money he has. Ajeeta hoped at jack would get what she wanted, for she figured that was what he wanted as well judging from his reaction when she had teased him a few moments ago as well as when she had kissed him passionately. Jack had return the passion in the kiss that she started, as they kissed that she felt his hands go to her lower back of which didn't surprise her one bit. When she had pulled away from the kiss that she had started that she saw that smirk on his face. The smirk had grew even more when she had suggested of going to a room for the night, Ajeeta wouldn't mind renting a room.

Ajeeta smiled when he had said that sounded like a excellent idea, than he had reached into his pocket to pull out a key of which made Ajeeta smile grow even more. Even though Ajeeta thought of renting the room, but Jack had already beat her to that of which made it clear that Jack had expected to find a woman that night. Just like Ajeeta had expect to get a man for the night, she was glad she found a male that was looking for some fun that night as well. Ajeeta wouldn't be surprised if Jack didn't get a female that night that he would have got drunk himself like she would have done if she hasn't found Jack. "Than let's go handsome." Ajeeta had allowed Jack to lead her up to whichever room he had rented for the night, Ajeeta really didn't care would be like as long as she gets what she wanted from Jack that night. She may even manage to get some more from him tomorrow morning decoding of how good Jack was in bed. When they reached the room and they were inside and the door was closed that Ajeeta had pushed Jack up against the door and started to kiss Jack passionately and roughly. Ajeeta wanted to start taking off their clothes but she wanted Jack to start taking their clothes off before she would remove any cloths.

After a minute that Ajeeta had pulled away from the kiss and she had one of her hands on his chest while the other hand was in his hair and her hand was running though his hair. Ajeeta had put one of her legs up against one of Jack's legs, Ajeeta's lips were close to Jack's own lips. Ajeeta wanted to know what Jack will do now that she had done that, she hoped that he would started going rough and take her clothes off from her. She wouldn't mind if he ripped her clothes off from her body, she wanted him to get rough with her and start the fight for control that was the kind of male that wanted to be control in the bedroom.