Chewing her thumbnail through a fingerless glove, Jocasta grew impatient waiting on Bart.
"Are you playing with yourself? Come on."
Maybe they could go into the town nearby and have a drink. It would take the edge off, at least temporarily, and Bart could provide proof for his claim that he could smell Muggleborns. When Jocasta had asked what they smelled like, he'd simply sneered, and despite her well of sympathy having long run dry, Jocasta wouldn't leave the women alone with him.
Bart emerged at long last looking entirely pleased with himself, and Jocasta shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Want for a little target practice, Jo?"
Twirling his wand, he shot off a spell at an abandoned car nearby.