Muggles may have strange customs and vices, but one of them that Jake had latched onto was smoking a marijuana joint every now and again when he wanted to relax, but not deal with the sick feeling that alcohol sometimes gave him.
He had just lit one of the tightly rolled up fags, taking a deep hit while sitting bare chested in his living room when an owl appeared outside his window. Jake looked at it curiously, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling forcefully.
Now who the hell did that belong to? Jake didn't recognize the owl - it wasn't from his Aunt or Uncle or cousins. The thought that it could be from the Creevey bloke crossed his mind and with the joint between his lips, Jake let the owl in.
But it was from someone he hadn't thought of receiving a letter from - though he had thought about Regulus plenty.
Luck would have it that Jake didn't have to go back on shift until tomorrow evening, and finding a quill and parchment he wrote back to the wizard - smirking because Regulus' letter had been so formal.
Dear Regulus,
Your letter was a very welcome surprise. As it stands, I am free tomorrow to assist you in your shopping errand. Hopefully we will find something suitable for a wizard such as yourself, and I understand the need to stay away from the muggle styles so accepted by our society these days.
I suggest we meet outside of Twilfit & Tattings at noon tomorrow. When I recently went by, I noticed a very stylish set of men's robes in the Italian fashion, which might suit you.