Who: Rolf Scamander and John Dawlish What: Dinner When: Friday night Where: at The Capital Status: Incomplete/Closed Rating: TBD
The Capital restaurant with it's elegant decor, high ceilings and impressive reputation was, in Rolf's mind, a jewel within the muggle parts of London. He didn't hate everything about muggles and certainly thought they had a thing or two going for them. They did, after all, make far better chefs then did house elves, and he had no objections going to their places or converting his money to their currency.
When they left the Ministry, Rolf hailed a cab to take them the rest of the way to the hotel, which he kept a a secret until John could read the signs for himself. He did like when John picked up curries or take away for them to eat, but his tastes were, thanks to his privileged upbringing, normally just a bit more refined.
He slid out of the back of the cab and held the door open for John.
"Have you been to here before?" He'd already guessed that Dawlish hadn't. Not because he was obviously not the most wealthy man, but because Dawlish didn't seem like the type to really indulge himself in anything but alcohol.
He stood on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and looked at John with a little bit of a smile. He was showing off just a little bit, and he knew it, but he was in a very good mood after his lunchtime with Percy, and he wanted John to benefit from it too.