'Good plan, I'll buy. Martini eh? Shaken or stirred?' Bryn suddenly realised the second best costume he could have done when he uttered those words. Damn. James Bond would have been much easier than Aslan. 'Hey, easy with the tail, its your solemn duty to protect it now, I have your word as a Musketeer.'
He started out towards the bar, weaving slightly through the mass of people. 'I am your official Muggle sporting events calendar. Fully interactive of course.' Once at the bar it was easy to get the barmaid's attention. He was a lion after all. 'Oh yeah, I already had someone chant 'go go Gryffindor' at me.'
Passing Craig his fresh drink Bryn smiled. 'That would have been tragic mate. Still, here's to not being lame eh?'