"I know. You'd be amazed how many people think that's just an expression." He smiles, remembering.
"It's different when you're on the other side of the desk yeah?" Rus asks. "I guess we'll just have a game ourselves then. Darts please," he tells the barman, sliding more currency across the counter. The man pulls out a box of darts and shoves it over to Rus. "Can I get a bet down?" he asks, smirking from Rus to Severus.
Well, better Ivanhoe than HP. Good God the idea boggles the mind! So with all these good people needing jobs, how come the oiks are still delivering pizza? Without the poison though. ;)