Re: Jazz, Fred and Craig
"You never had to live through Umbridge," Fred noted. Toady little woman. Hopefully she got what was coming to her. He made a mental note to ask Harry whatever happened to the squat little woman.
"So, Craig." The redhead turned his attention towards the other man. "I've been thinking about starting up a friendly poker game. My man Jazz here is interested. What do you say you join in? The more the merrier."
He glanced between the two. He never claimed to be the sharpest tool in the proverbial shed, but he knew what Jazz's aim had been earlier in the night. Now he was bringing Craig into this? Kinky fucker.