Gideon caught the note from the owl, scanned it, then went back to digging. He'd agreed to help Arthur fix a section of fence, and figured the physical work in the cold sounded good, so why not? His jacket lay across the last intact section, and his body was warm from exertion.
Shoveling dirt from the hole, he thought about the note. Meet me at the Leaky... He could think of several reasons she'd want him to, but this was rather out of the blue. He'd spent a couple nights there, 'working on her control', they'd called it. He chuckled and tossed another spadeful of dirt. Snogging and petting, more like. Not that he minded, of course. It'd been ages since he'd been with a girl, longer since he'd been laid. He'd be a fool to argue, really.
He tossed the shovel aside and set the post into the hole, bootheels stamping the dirt back in until the post was upright and firm. A few wand-waves did the rest, and he sent the tools back to the shed and picked up his jacket.
Molly's kitchen drawer gave up a quill and parchment a few minutes later, and he paused to write.
Minerva,
I've got a thing to do for Molly later, but I should be done by six. Will that work?