Susan didn't trust Bletchley any further than she could throw him, and she was pretty sure that in spite of his size, she'd probably be able to at least throw him a yard or two.
When flyers started appearing about 'two for one' drinks at the Three Broomsticks, Susan was immediately suspicious. Could they be lucky enough to have Umbridge come in and slap a decree on him that would close him down for shoddy business practices?
She had no idea, but decided to head down there for the evening. She'd left a note in Cass' house to ask if he wanted to come along, but she wasn't going to wait around all night.
The place seemed busy enough. Cheap alcohol would usually do that, and she managed to find a seat by the bar. As much as she would have liked to have been served by Seamus, or even Alicia, she lucked out when Bletchley headed straight for her.
"Bletchley." The odd thing about the entire place, was that he actually looked somewhat... at home in a place like this.
"Thought someone better come along and keep an eye on you." She was not afraid to let him think she was watching him, even when he was apparently working.