A little sign on a wall in Diagon Alley street reads: Knockturn Alley. It's a shopping area off Diagon Alley, in London. It is filled with more… dodgy shops than the ones in Diagon Alley, such as Borgin and Burkes.
He really needed to get his mind off of Gus, especially since he hadn't heard anything from him recently. He assumed that it was over with the two of them and he just left his house to wander around, causing him to end up in this alley. He didn't mind, at least it was more quiet the rest of Diagon Alley.
So maybe knock turn alley wasn't the best place for him to go for alcohol, wasn't exactly the most reliable, or a place for someone like him to be seen at. However, he knew someone would supply it and if they caused him any trouble then he'd just buy them off. Of course, he could just steal some from his dad if worse comes to worse. Or he could transform into Jon and buy some. All viable options. He was dressed impeccably, all designer, but if you looked closely you could see small specks of paint on his hands.
He glanced over to see Nico and stopped for a moment. I mean, no one could deny the fact that Nico was too good looking to be in a sketchy place like Knockturn Alley, and Freddie didn't want to point it out. He just tried to mind his own business, pushing through some people who were walking. Only he didn't mind his business for long, as someone elbowed him in the side by accident and he stumbled back into Nico rather roughly.
He had his eyes in the direction of the boy when Freddie went flying into him so it wasn't difficult for Nico to put his hand out to steady him. It didn't take long for Nico to recognise him. He was in his year and had recently transferred from America, or so he heard. Word had travelled fast about the three identical triplets from America. "You okay?" He asked with a grin. What could he say? Now he could have someone to drink with.
“Y-Yeah I’m okay, Thanks-“ he turned around to see Nico and froze, swallowing thickly as he was face to face with him. He recognized Nico from Hogwarts, they were in the same year and he had heard some rumors about him. He just stared, not being able to help it. “N-Nico, right?” He asked, eyes trailing down to his chest before shooting back up to lock gazes with Nico. Hoping it wasn’t too obvious he was checking him out.
This wasn't the first time someone's checked him out and seeing as his eyes were on him, he didn't miss it and it made his smile grow. "That's right, Nico Bostwick, and I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet," he said with a wink, "you're a Ravenclaw, right?"
“I cant believe you’re in my year, you just look so... Mature,” he commented, realizing how it sounded and blushed. “Well I just needed to get out of My house and do something, anything really. Not think about stuff, just do things on impulse,”
"It's the beard," he said with a shrug before tilting his head, "that so, huh? Well, I guess you came to the right place. Come on," he said, kicking off the wall, to brush past Freddie, his hand briefly rubbing against his, "I know a few places."
"Yeah, there was a place like that back home. There was this shopping district like Diagon Alley, but more muggle-run. Me and my friend would hang out there all the time, and we knew every inch of that place." He said, before sighing. "Sorry, didn't mean too get all personal on you,"
He entered the alley, keeping his head down, though his jacket drew attention like it was a magnet. His knuckles were torn open, though the blood had already dried up and the thin wound was beginning to scab over and though his hand was a mess, it didn't seem like anywhere else was, except maybe his hair. Of course, the people he did beat up didn't stand a chance and hadn't gotten a hand on him, save for his gut and his side but they were easily hidden. Being oblivious to most things in life, he didn't notice Piper and walked straight past her, though even if he did, he wouldn't have really taken much notice except maybe that he should get an ice coffee for himself.
He moved through the streets, unaware of Piper, until he paused. Pulling out his phone, he leant against the wall to skim through it, as if he was waiting for someone or something to happen. He wasn't really, well kind of, but he was severely early and so he was prepared to wait. Of course, he didn't really want to be there anyway so he was very willing to skip if he found good enough reason.
He turned to look at the newcomer, silent for a moment as he wondered if he should bother answering. Funnily enough, though, he did have an answer. Somewhat of one, anyway. "Depends on where you came from before," he responded. Having been raised in a small, coastal, town, anything urban was a shock and new experience to him, so personally he didn't find it boring. "It's not that boring if you know where to go, I guess...and...do I know you?" Jace wouldn't be surprised if he did and had forgotten. He had a tendency to do that.
"If you're looking for some sort of interesting one, I'm not your guy," he responded, "one of the more mundane members. Grew up in Italy, sent to Hogwarts, joined a gang." Not a lie technically. "And good, we're not a freakshow and I'm not the only one who wouldn't hesitate to make sure you knew it." He knew most people would turn the conversation onto the other by now but Jace rathered to be left alone and not be bothered so he was trying to say the least amount possible.
He glanced over to her then, staring, seeing the challenge, and could feel his pride kicking in, wanting to take up the challenge but...he was already sore and his knuckles stung and...he didn't feel like beating up a curious foreigner. "People always say that," he just said. "So where'd you come from? Before London, that is. A place with lot less gangs, I guess."
He knew shit all about Norway but he was going to assume it was cold from that statement. "Who knew our biggest rival would be the weather," he remarked, rolling his eyes, "but I'd remember that London's a bit different and it's not the weather who rules these streets."
He eyed her before smirking, "not me in particular, though...I don't think you could mess with them, even if you tried," he said, "won't kill you, but might give you a bit of a bite. So, do you have a name or do you prefer barbie doll?"
"How so? Though I suppose natural blondes are hard to come by these days," he drawled before frowning. He wasn't sure if she was natural blonde and his eyes trailed up to see if he could see any roots. "Would we have the department of magical creatures on our ass, though? Cause that would be a pain."
He narrowed his eyes at her before huffing. Why did everyone have to be so mysterious nowadays? It did his head in. "So what brings you over from Norway?" He asked, deciding that maybe she wasn't so bad and was worth wasting his time with.
He looked down at the packet and shrugged, why not?, and took two and tossed them into his mouth. "Hogwarts, huh?" he asked around them before swallowing, "I'm at Hogwarts. It's cool place. What year?"