Figuring continued outward friendliness couldn't hurt, Hermione accepted the proffered arm, besides, it's not every day a girl got treated like a lady from a stranger, and replied to Jack, "So, does that mean I have to call you Jackson? Or maybe just Cain."
Realizing her biblical reference was likely lost on the two, she turned back to John, and shook her head, "No, we just went to school together. I'm not exactly made of the right stuff to be an Auror." Coming up to the bar, she waited to see if John would pull out and offer her bar stool, or if this gentlemanly act was just that, an act. "I'm much better at more academic pursuits," she continued, gesturing back towards Ron and Harry, "they've got all the running amok under control on their own. Stopping and thinking doesn't really have a place there."