"It's been a while."
The voice emerged from the darkness, followed by an intake of air and a stream of dirty white smoke. Harry heard the flutter of wings and caught the slight bounce of light as Jack stepped out of the alley. A cigarette dangled from one spindly hand while the other was buried deep in the pocket of a brown mac. Jack took another drag on the cigarette, then scratched his forehead with the same hand, brushing lank bits of blue hair aside.