Lysander made his way to the pub once he'd finished his duties for the day. As a magazine there was plenty to do and due to the whisperings of favouritism, nepotism and all of the above, the brunt of the unappealing work found its way to Lysander's desk.
It wasn't that he minded working hard, that wasn't a problem; it was the insinuation that he wouldn't be working there without his family name that hurt. Lysander knew he was good, better than good, and keeping quiet and saying nothing was starting to frustrate him.
Entering The Leaky, Lysander headed away from the bar to the tables and spotted Albus within seconds. He grinned as he walked up to his friend, already opening his arms for a hug.
"Haven't seen you in ages, mate," he said. "So how have you been? How are the family for that matter? Haven't seen them for a while either!"