It had been quite a long time since she was in the Deathbat Dungeon but then again it was quite a long time since she had seen Fenrir. While she called him her father, he was hardly ever around and she liked it better that way. She understood that he had things to do and she didn't hate him for it. She couldn't hate him for it because he made her the person she was. If it wasn't for him she would have been an orphan or living with an Auror. Just the thought gave her goosebumps and made her stomach turn with sickness.

However, she was learning to live and her first stop was going to be the place that she used to roam around when she was a kid, the place that felt welcoming. Pushing open the metal door, a bright streak of sunlight flooded the somewhat dark club. She looked over at the bar and noticed a few family friends and a few new people as well but a face caught her attention, Christoff. Smiling with joy she quickly walked over to the bar and sat down in front of him. He looked up at her and smiled. He thought he would never see her again and here she was, a grown young lady.

Jess ran a hand through her black and pink striped hair and studied him with her bright brown eyes. "And they say once you lose touch of a friend you never see them again," she said softly and looked down the bar at the other men and women that were sitting there, looking for any familiar faces but she had seen none. She turned her attention back to Christoff and ordered a firewhiskey as they sat there and chatted about their past and their current lives.

Finally she got up, letting him go back to his job and sat down at a small table nearby. Maybe someone would come in and hopefully that person would talk to her, because she was quite bored.