Who: Minerva and any other Order member around. What: Minerva coming over for some company and gossip. When: Thursday evening. Where: Order Headquarters Warnings: Most probably none.
Minerva had closed her bookshop a little later than six as a particularly difficult customer had taken quite a bit of her time. It had been an exhausting day, her first day after the reopening of The Pumpkin and the Phoenix and she was slowly but steadily reacquainting herself with the business of shopkeeping. Alastor had died a year ago to the day and it seemed it was a good idea to keep herself busy on the anniversary of his death. She didn't want to be alone for the evening and was keen on catching up with friends over a few drinks. The witch reached Belgrove St., looked around and turned on the spot, vanishing into the darkness. She landed near the Order Headquarters - the day was bright and clear, announcing the imminent arrival of summer and it cheered her up somewhat. The place was immediately recognizable - an old uninhabited shack with Potter's motorbike parked in front of it.
He would, she thought, and with a sigh, she knocked.