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Fred Weasley II (firmlyfred) wrote in 20somethings,

It seemed to Fred that it didn't matter much who the defending Quidditch champs were, that McLaggen's Sports would always be busy as the season prepared to begin, but he'd never been as enthusiastic about the sport as his parents are sister, so he didn't bother commenting on it.

"Certainly warranted," he agreed easily, though he wouldn't be drinking alcohol tonight. He'd not had a drop to drink since that night all those years ago, but he didn't feel as though he were missing out on anything. Even with therapy, he didn't think drinking would ever be a relax and loosen up activity for him. "I might prefer a fizzy drink and maybe a fish and chips, though. I might have forgotten to eat dinner tonight." The admission came with a tilt of his head and furrowed brows, as though he was trying to remember for sure either way.

Fred cringed faintly when she showed him the time, not having noticed it when he'd messaged with her. It was quite a bit later than he'd realized. "I suppose so. This case we're working on feels quite high stakes." And he hoped that if his research led to a conviction, he'd finally get promoted from Junior Barrister.