Kingsley sat down, satisfied with the spells for now. Others would come in and add on, strengthen what was there, and eventually this club would be the safest place in England. Which, considering who owned it, was probably a good thing.
"Something strong, that will make me forget about women and how troublesome they are," Kingsley said, thoughts of Rita coming back now that the work was done. "I know you'll be shocked to hear this, but Rita and I are over. Again." For the approximate twentieth time. It really was a tale as old as time. "So yeah, something strong and leave the bottle."