Who: George Weasley, Oliver Wood, and any fine ladies who wander in What: Cruising for chicks / Bromance time Where: Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade Their flat When: Wednesday evening Rating: C for Cheesy Pickup Lines
No pubs. That's what he'd said, right? George distinctly remembered saying 'pubs lead to bad'. Of course, when neither he nor Oliver could come up with a better solution beyond "sewing circle" or library, they had to default.
This outing was not one hundred percent girl-searching, it was also a great chance for a pair of old Quidditch buddies to catch up over lager and idle chatter. But if a pair of interesting - and of-age - girls happened to join their table, all the better! Hell, why stop at a pair?
George settled himself in a seat at a large booth along the side wall of the Three Broomsticks. The snow outside was quite deep, and he wondered if anyone was sane enough to actually come out here. From the window, he could see the dark silhouette of the school in the distance which made him frown and pull the blinds shut. None of that tonight.
He stretched his arms over the back of the bench and peered around the gloomy pub. Not a hopping night, but the hour was still early.