Fred Weasley II (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} firmlyfred) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
After messaging his sister, Fred gathered up his research, slipping bookmarks between pages where needed. He left the books in a neat stack on his desk and locked the rest of the paperwork up in the charmed safe beneath. As a junior barrister, he wasn't afforded his own office, but he did have a cubicle in the row of cubicles in the large room that led to the primary barrister's offices. Unsurprisingly, he was the last one there this late on a Friday night.
Not able to apparate directly from the Ministry, Fred made his way to the floo hall, taking a bit of powder before stepping into the green flames. Moments later, he stepped out of the floo at the Leaky Cauldron, glancing around with only the faintest grimace at the crowd as he looked for Roxy. Finally spotting his sister, he weaved his way through the throng to join her at the table she'd picked.
"Hey Rox," he greeted her as he sat down. "Been stuck in your head too long?" he asked knowingly. He was pretty sure she was more extroverted than he, but that she was also prone to getting lost in her work and neglecting her social life.