WHO: Roger Davies and OPEN TO ANYONE WHEN: Saturday, July 9, 2005 WHERE: Leaky Cauldron WHAT: grabbing lunch on his way home RATING: tbd
Hooliganism? Is that what they were policing now? Not some true threat with a defined purpose against the Ministry? But teenagers throwing jinxes and butter beer bottles at the pitch? It was more than that, of course. The riot at the pitch, but it wasn't what he'd become a soldier to deal with. Crowd control only worked when you could take some action after the fact. Obliviation had worked comfortably for a long time, but Roger wasn't in that business anymore.
His squad had been called to the pitch almost immediately as the brawl between the Falcons and the Cannons started. They played their part in getting the crowd settled down and separating the instigators from those innocents that just wanted to get out of the fray. It was easy enough to tell one from the other just by the look in their eyes. The hooligans, as the Prophet had named them, were all hauled into holding. Well, between holding and St. Mungo's, depending on their injuries. It was a long night, with most of the tempers still riled and ready for action but one by one the players and fans were debriefed to get to the bottom of who started it all. Not like that really mattered to Roger. If he'd told himself once, he'd told himself a thousand times, he wasn't the jury. It was lucky their fate wasn't in his hands.
So with his Friday evening turning into early Saturday morning and then into late Saturday afternoon, he took a quick shower and changed and left his Ministry office, stopping for a quick bite at the Leaky Cauldron on his way back to his muggle flat. At this time of day on a Saturday, he really didn't expect to run into anyone.