“Fine, you’re getting old and boring uncle J. You won’t get a girl like Winter if you act old.” He tells me like I need dating advice from an eight year old. Not that I would ever touch Winter, she is a human.

“I’m not old, and Winter isn’t my type. I prefer blondes.” I tell him, only slightly lying. The blonde bartender is my type and I could easily take her home tonight but something is stopping me. A beautiful brown haired girl with sparkling blue eyes is the cause of my issues tonight.

“Whatever, you were following her around like a puppy. She is pretty, shame I’m not older. Hey did she mention any sisters?” He asks. When did he start liking girls, I swear it was only five minutes ago that he was playing with action figures.

“No sisters, I’ve got to go. I'll be back in an hour.” I tell him.

“Cool, I'll get the Harry Potter movies out for us. Also, I saw this new Harry Potter mug that when you add hot water, the Marauder’s map appears. Totally cool.” He mumbles on excitedly.
“Why do I need to watch those again? And why did I need to hear about the mug?” I ask, mentally thinking of a way to get out of film night. I don’t enjoy these films but I’ve watched them ten times now over the years. Thank god the last one finally came out, I’d hoped he would move on from film series by now but he hasn’t.

“You like them Uncle J, although they got witches wrong. There are no wands, but it would be so cool if they did have one.” He tells me and I try not think about Atti. I haven’t seen him or any of my friends in years. I’m about to see Dabriel for the first time in seven years, and not for a good reason.

“Oh, and it’s my birthday soon. Just dropping some hints.” He laughs and I’ll have to remember to order that mug now.

“Fine. Later Fred's,” I say to him.

“Later uncle J.” he says and puts the phone down.

“Getting drunk? Doesn’t suit you Jax.” Dabriel takes a seat next to me. A few people turn to stare at him, he ignores them but he would stand out anywhere. His white long hair and massive build kind of attract attention.

“I want to know,” I tell him, cutting straight to the point.

“You already know, I’ve seen it. I’ve seen you and her.” He smirks, leaning back on the bar. The bartender hands me my drink but I don’t find it the slight bit interesting.