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J, GOB [Saturday Afternoon]

Cedric opens the door into Jeff's and let's Jack go in first. He hasn't had any sweet, save for some jellybeans, since arriving at Fandom. Of course, he's not exactly sure what's good so he might just let Jack pick the pastry.

[Open for your J,GOB needs. Cedric's with Jack though.]

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Jack had been told that the muffins were especially good, so he ordered those, and two coffees, and made his way to where Cedric was sitting.

"I bring you sweet things, as promised, and coffee," he said as he set them on the table. "Also, sugar and cream."

Grinning, he grabbed a seat, stretching his legs out under the table, not quite touching Cedric's, but very close.

"Thank you," Cedric says, smiling at him. "First time in someone's room here and first time in the town bakery. You've managed to get me to do a few things for the first time, Jack."

"You'd be amazed how often I hear that." Jack chuckled. "I'd be happy to introduce you to as many new things as you'd like, Cedric, just say the word."

"Like what?" Cedric asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Why, anything your heart desires, but you might have to narrow the field for me. What haven't you done?"

"Hm." Cedric taps his chin, giving the illusion of deep thought. "Well, Shirtless Day but I guess I've conquered that. I don't believe I've cooked a day in my life."

"You're off to a good start, at least. And cooking's easy. It's just a matter of bringing the right ingredients together and making sure you don't heat them too quickly. I'd be happy to teach you." Jack laughed. "But maybe it's easier to tell me what you've done, rather than what you haven't. Tell me about yourself, Cedric."

"Very well. I'm from England, as many have guessed," he says with a shake of his head. "I have no idea, really, how they came to that deduction. Went to school in England and played sports when I wasn't in class. There was no Shirtless Day at my former school. Pity for them. My father has a government job, my mother stays at home. Telling you all this now, I find myself rather dull."

"I think it must be something in the way you wear your hair," Jack said seriously. "And I suspect you're selling yourself short. Fandom's a strange place, and you told me you were sent here without knowing why. Which," Jack leaned forward, touching Cedric's hand, "says to me there's a lot more to you and where you come from than sports, class, and mundane parents."

"Hm. You'd be right," Cedric admits, turning the hand Jack's touching palm up. "I didn't come from your typical English academy."

"I thought not." Jack trailed a finger across Cedric's palm, tracing the lines gently. "Share? I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours."

Cedric just smiles down at their hands before looking back up. "I went to a school called Hogwarts. I was...am, I guess you could say, learning to be a wizard there. And yes, I have a wand."

Jack froze, his hand flattening to cover Cedric's. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," he repeats. "I'll show you my wand sometime."

Dissolving into laughter, Jack couldn't speak for several seconds. Finally getting control of himself, he squeezed Cedric's hand. "I may very well hold you to that." The picture of innocence, he asked, "So...this magic wand of yours. Can it do any special tricks?"

"Oh, many." He winks subtly. "It's very handy to have in certain situations. I'm still learning, of course."

Eyes gleaming, Jack said, "I don't know anything about magic, but I'd be happy to help you with your wand in any way I can."

"Maybe you'll get the chance," Cedric says cryptically. "So, yes, that's my secret. I was actually competing in something called a Triwizard Tournament when I was transferred. I'm still unsure why."

"That's quite a secret. I've never met a wizard before. I don't think. So you're a first for me." Abandoning innunedo for the moment, he said sympathetically, "A Triwizard Tournament sounds like a big deal to be transferred out of with no explanation. It must have come as a shock to be sent here."

Grinning, Cedric says, "A first for you? Should I be honored?" Growing serious again, he says, "Yes, it was a big deal and yes, it was a shock. I believe Professor Dumbledore had his reasons but, without knowing what they are, I can't help but be angry."

"Oh, absolutely. Firsts for me are getting pretty rare." He returned to tracing patterns on Cedric's palm. "Yeah, there's nothing quite like being told to do something with no explanation, is there? And 'because it's important' really doesn't count as a reason."

He nods. "I just hope it was important. If it was something silly, then I'll really be angry." He falls quiet and just watches Jack's hand on his palm.

"I know exactly what you mean," Jack replied quietly. "Same sort of thing happened to me. Something that I wasn't given a choice in, but apparently it was 'important' and 'for a good reason'.It doesn't make it any less sucky, though." His voice was humming with supressed anger.

Cedric nods in understanding. "Yes. And it might very well be important but we still feel miserable. The situations sounds similar. We can be angry together."

Smile gradually reappearing, Jack nodded in return. "Actually, I think that would help. Although I hope being angry isn't the only thing we can do together."

"You had other things in mind?" There's a smirk lurking on Cedric's face. "Like?"

"Well, this is a good place to start." Jack leaned across the table. "And it can lead to other things." He touched Cedric's shoulder; slid his hand up his neck to gently hold his jaw while his thumb brushed across his cheek. "interesting things."

"Interesting things," he repeats. "You're very persuasive."

"I hope so." Closer still, and he was looking into Cedric's eyes, head tilted in question. "Am I persuading you?"

"I believe so," Cedric says with a slight nod. "I find myself persuaded."

Eyes dancing, Jack leaned forward, brushing his lips across Cedric's, deepening the kiss when he didn't pull away. His other hand found it's way into Cedric's hair, pulling him closer while his tongue glided across his bottom lip.

Cedric pushes slightly closer and tries to linger around Jack's lips, eyes closing.

Jack's hand fell from Cedric's face to his shirt, grasping it tightly, using it to pull him closer, and put every thing he had into it, lips and tongue and teeth, then gentled the kiss, slowly pulling away.

"Well." Cedric takes a moment to blink and enjoy. "That was a new and interesting and enjoyable thing."

Jack chortled, deliberately mussing Cedric's hair as he sat back. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. And you're the first wizard I've ever kissed, so it was an even trade. A first for a first."

"Of course," Cedric answers, nodding. "It's been a good day."

"As I said before, Cedric, you're a man after my own heart. Shall we do it again some time?"

"I think I'd like that," he answers with a shake of his head. "Thank you, Jack."

"My pleasure, Cedric, absolutely my pleasure." Grinning, he added, "Now eat your muffin."

"Right." And Cedric eats his muffin.

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