Who Philomena Selwyn & Antonin Dolohov What Dinner When Thursday night Where A fancy restaurant on Diagon Alley Rating TBD Status Closed
“Find me a man who's interesting enough to have dinner with and I'll be happy.”
Philomena sat, corseted and proper, at a table set for two. She'd given the maître d’ her name and the name of who it was she was waiting for before she let the waiting staff see her to her table and check her fur coat and large hat. She ordered an expensive bottle of wine (one that her husband would eventually be paying for) and sat with a glass to wait, scanning the people who walked in for a sign of her companion. It was easy to pick him out: this wasn't the sort of establishment where a man dined alone, so when she saw a rather stern looking fellow walk in by himself, she knew that had to be the man she was waiting for.