Hidden Talent

Chapter: 06

It was mid afternoon by the time the albino teen landed in a wide ally-way in London, his Heli-pack folded into its self making it look like a normal Gothic back-pack, waiting a couple seconds to get his land-legs back after such a long journey Jack headed out the dingy ally and down the brightly lit streets of England's capital, his suitcase's wheels grinding loudly behind him as he pulled it along quickly. Deciding that morning that he wanted to make an impression on the wizarding community, he was now dressed in his jet-boots, a pair of black baggy low-hanging jeans, a red sleeveless top with a black skull printed on the front and leather finger-less gloves on his small hands. Red and black striped arm-guards covered his lower arms, his nails painted black and his eyeliner was neatly painted in place below his eyes, his goggles snugly placed on his hair-line as usual. He was also wearing a studded dog-collar around his neck, but the teen had decided to for-go hair gel that morning also and now it lay flat against his head, reaching his shoulders, making him look more girly than normal due to his Veela-looks.

Glancing around the area that his mother had directed him too, Jack spotted his destination and made his way into an old, shabby-looking pub. Above the door was a sigh which said: Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron? Yep, that described the joint perfectly. Why couldn't he just stay at a muggel 5-star hotel?!

Making his way up to the old, chipped wooden bar, Jack ignored all the curious looks he was getting from the bar's occupants as he walked past and got the attention of the middle-aged looking bartender "Could I get a room for the night?" he asked, his English slightly choppy from not being used since he'd learned the language, his accent a little too heavy for his liking as he leaning over the bar and pulling out the unusual money his mom gave him.

The bartender nodded and handed him a key "Ahh...room 12, second floor" he said, taking the money, slightly unsure if the foreign young man could even under stand him.
Frowning at the British man's over exaggeration of his words, Jack didn't understand why people thought if you spoke louder foreigner's would suddenly understand their language. It was an idiotic notion.

Shacking his head at the utter stupidity, Jack went and took his things with him up to the room, his case dragging against the wooden floor behind him. When he saw the room he was not impressed in the slightest; it had a old four-poster bed with a well-used, squeaky mattress and cheep, thin sheets. There was a small, dirty window with moth eaten curtains and the floor was made of old, squeaky wood.

After less then a minuet looking around, Jack quickly tossed his trunk on the bed and just as quickly left the room and back down to the bar. Not wanting to spend any longer in the dirty little hobble of a hotel room.

"Umm... Sir? Where's Diagon Alley?" the Goth asked the bartender who smiled down at him.

"Its out-back, I'll take you there" he said, stressing his words once more as he come out from behind the bar and headed out the back door to, what looked like, a blocked-off alley-way. The elder Wizard pulled out his wand and tapped a couple of bricks on the white wall, making them fold-in on themselves, making an archway.

Jack stood there, wide-eyed and slack-jaw; staring at all the colorful stores, noisy animals and people walking around wearing funny, pointed hats and robs. There were busy stalls and shops full of people, they were selling all-kinds of strange and unusual things. He had not been expectingthat! "Thanks, Dude!" Jack cheered happily before running off down the colorful street.

"Ya' welcome kid! And the names TOM!" Tom yelled after the teen as he disappeared into the crowd of people.

Slowing down from his excited jog to a quick paced walk, Jack pulled out a list of things he needed for the school year, which he had gotten with his Hogwarts letter, he'd already gotten all the books he needed so he didn't need to go to the book shop.