Sandy had just turned from talking to someone to go and get a drink when Al came over and he grinned, happy to speak to somebody new. And really, he hadn't spoken to Al in ages.
"Sure," he said, taking the book from Al. "Hey by the way, haven't spoken in a while. How are you? And how's the Prophet? Mum's letting me write at the Quibbler but I'm totally being sabotaged by this junior writer who thinks my being there is nepotism and not talent."
He stopped talking and smiled. "So uh... Yeah. How are you?"