Lysander entered The Leaky and smiled, realising that it was busy and much buzzier than he would have expected for a Friday night. This was brilliant considering he'd been cooped up at The Quibbler all day with nobody interesting to talk to.
He'd thought about going home but a drink sounded much more appealing and before he knew it, his feet had led him to the pub. He supposed a quick one couldn't hurt; Lorcan was probably tired and thinking about bed as it was.
Standing at the bar, he ordered his drink and set about finding a seat. Spotting an empty table, he set off towards it and stumbled into somebody else's when a rather inebriated wizard pushed past him. "Fucking arse," he muttered. Belatedly he realised he'd jostled somebody and blushed, looking down at a very good-looking man. "Er- Sorry about that. I didn't spill on you, did I?"