Who: Rufus Fudge & George Weasley What: A night out! Hopefully. Where: Diagon Alley, at first. When: Tonight Warnings/Rating: TBA/Maybe high-ish
Rufus found himself in Diagon after a blissfully normal day shift, and decided - against his natural inclinations to stay the hell out of stores that looked that loud - to venture in to WWW and see if he could find anything to suit him. He hadn't written ahead to see if the only thing that might suit him would be available on a Sunday evening, but if he found George here, he figured the least he could do was suggest he skive off for a few hours. What were friends for? Or ... whatever they were, anyway. One of his functions was clearly to drag Weasley out on the town, get him good and plastered, and bring him back home. It was a pattern they'd established, and one he meant to respect.
When he finally made his way up to the counter, he rested his elbows on it and leaned in to smile at the shop girl. "George around?" he asked, picking up a suspicious looking piece of candy that sat in a dish by the till.