Open rp in the Gryffindor common room;

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack is planning for the weekend, by that he's reading a book and doodling on the edges of the pages. But it's fine, it's one if his books. No, not one of those books, well not quite. There is also a partly written letter in his handwriting (and there are mentions of a drunken dalek), what would appear to be a dictionary along with another book lying on the floor. A book about pterosaurs lying open face down already abandoned, a a list of things that he needed to pick up and a list of places to go. He might have be at some point working on things that he shouldn't be least not quite so openly in the middle of the common room. Well at least he wasn't out in the rain like he could be.

((Note: Jack is gonna be annoying and say things in Welsh, I'm learning the language, my grammar isn't gonna be amazing. I will include translations, yes it will be completly innuendo laden, or just obvious.))

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[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

Mel isn't looking over his shoulder to read his letter, God no.

At least, she's gone if he looked for her. And she waves, and nods toward the window. 'Did the rain wash poor JD away?'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"What?" Jack looked up and smiled. "No, thankfully he doesn't shrink in the wash." He laughed. "Sut wyt ti?" He asked her.

('How are you?')

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'Hey, you're learning a new language! ...What is it? I'm doing well, thanks, you? And...um...good to know. About JD. Yes.'

Mel isn't blushing, or if she is, her hair hides it.

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Not new, just brushing up on it." Jack leant back in the chair. "Cymraeg. I was teaching JD the other day. Important phrases." He smirked.

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'Important? C'mon, you've got me interested as well.'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack coughed. "Well... Cusan fi. Dwin dy coru ti or was it rwy'n dy garu di. Either way same thing." He smiled, and certainly left out the fact he'd also been teaching JD the various items of clothing as they were taken off.

('Kiss me.' and 'I love you.')

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

Mel chooses to ignore the inevitable sexing that probably happened after.

'That's sweet. When did you learn Welsh?'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Aesoedd yn ol, it was just one of those languages I learnt. When did you?"

('Ages ago')

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'When I died. Being an angel, you understand every language ever spoken--including that of animals. Before, I couldn't even do French.'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Mawreddog. But! What about alien ones?" Jack was curious, curious about something else too but he didn't feel like bringing that point up at all.

('Impressive.')

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'I can understand what the stars say to each other,' Mel says grimly. 'Yeah. Alien ones should present no problem.'

She beams. 'It is a perk, though, yeah.'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"The stars." Well that was news to him. "Do you have a job?" Jack smirked.

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'Technically I'm a student, training to be a fully-fledged angel,' she says breezily. 'Don't strictly need one...we have ID instead of cash. What's your job? Human Mel might have fancied it.'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Which one? Time Agent, con-man, time-traveller, head of Torchwood, Cardiff. Just a few things I can say are have been a 'job'."

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'Con-man? I'm listening--hey, I've been two of those.'

Mel grins and sits down, head on her knees. 'And what's Torchwood?'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, reformed now. So from that reaction you were a time agent and a time traveller?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "We, well we don't exist." He winked.

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

She nods. 'Still am. Hey, you don't work for anyone with the last name de Winter, so you?' she asks, suddenly wary.

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"No, can't say I do. I'll take it from that they're not on your good side? I don't like to think I work for anyone anymore."

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'They tried to harness time-travel technology several centuries early, sold their souls to Hell to do it, to try and plunder time....yeah. I'm not a fan. So...self-employed? For a secret angency? You must be doing well for yourself.'

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Rip engines?" That would make the most sense to Jack, the most primitve form of time travel, the most damaging. "I'm just waiting, or was. I got by."

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

Sarah entered the common room with a small bag slung over her shoulder containing parchment, ink, quills and two - at the moment - sleeping kittens, intent on settling down in front of the fireplace to write. Spotting Jack, she grinned and approached his chair, giving the scattered items a quick glance before looking at him.

"Hey Jack!" she greeted cheerfully, "long time, no see. How are you?"

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up and gestured for her to join him. "It has been." Jack switched without thinking. "Da, diolch yn fawr. Ti?"

('Good, thanks. You?')

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

With a smile, Sarah did and then laughed softly after puzzling out what he said and not recognizing it. "I know English and French, still learning Greek and Latin and I know a bit of Spanish and Catalan. I still have no idea what you just said." Which could be problematic, but she was always open to learning new languages.

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Cymraeg, Welsh." Jack picked up the dictionary. "Brushing up on the language. It's been a while, care to learn a few phrases?" A slight smirk on his face as he offered. For the most his knowledge of the Welsh language was interesting in his choice of phrases.

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

"Sure, I'm game," Sarah said, adjusting the bag around the kittens before drawing up one knee to rest her chin on, getting comfortable. "Ready when you are."

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

"Bore da." He started with something nice and simple, also innocent. "Mean's good morning." He then pointed to the closest window and in reference to the weather outside. "Maen bwrwgalu. S'raining."

[nopower-overme.livejournal.com]

With a smile, Sarah carefully repeated each phrase quietly to herself and then spoke them aloud more clearly so they could be heard. The beginning of a new language meant pronunciation was a bit off, but luckily for her she had always been quite good at picking up on proper pronunciation as part of being able to place accents. Academic study turned novelty, in a way.

"So what you said earlier had something to do with good?" she asked, mentally matching up familiar sounds and sentence structure.