Originally Posted by Jezabel Black

Jez folded her arms as Nate explained himself, her expression stony. She didn't like to be spied or snuck up on, especially since she'd spent a good part of the holidays looking over her shoulder for signs of attack from Team Wolf. She sighed when he'd finished, giving him a long, level look. "Part of my brain is telling me to throw you back in with the ducks. I'm coming very close to listening to it." She pointed her wand at his face, looking fierce enough to scare him properly. "Finite." That should release the spell.
Jez stepped back into the pond, her already wet trainers and socks squelching on the mud. She gently shooed the duck away and grabbed the soggy photo, bringing it back to the bank and lying it on a rock to dry. She studied it, then looked at Nate, her hand out. "We should dry out the others," she suggested. Yes, she had a feeling he kept those photos in his pockets - Jez still kept a few of her family on her person, even though it had been months since their deaths. She hadn't actually seen those photos yet, and she was strangely eager to. Maybe so she'd have more reason to hate Jared and Team Wolf, for hurting Nate more than the curse in Diagon Alley did.