WHO: James and Peter
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: The Gallery, West Hampstead
WHAT: Because they haven't logged! James and Peter needed some Prongs and Wormtail time.
RATING: PG?
STATUS: closed, incomplete
James opted for a night off, and—he hoped—a night without Quidditch. He loved his job, both jobs, but two jobs in the same industry that are administrative in nature can be exhausting. He needed something other than Quidditch. This was difficult when he spent time with his two favorite canines; Sirius was bound to bring up Quidditch. Peter on the other hand? Much better chances of this being two mates getting together and enjoying each other's company.
And, just in case that didn't cause enough entertainment, James had suggested a Muggle pub in Pete's neighborhood. James in Muggle locations was always fun.
He entered (looking quite Muggle like, if he did say so himself, wearing khakis and kelly green polo—oh all right, fine, Lily made sure he looked
normal before he left) and glanced around. He didn't see Peter right away, so he sat himself at a table in plain sight of the door and when the waitress came around, he decided not to start drinking until his drinking mate had arrived. Instead, he started the night out with an order of chips. Order placed, he glanced up at the telly, to a football game recap from that afternoon. He really fancied the idea of a wizard football league, even if everyone thought he was mental.