"I just took him to the Ministry so he could pay the fire there and then. He stopped crying eventually."
Lavender grimaced. She poured a little whiskey into her own glass, then topped it up with soda water. It was a weeknight, so going slow was no bad thing, especially when there was gossip to be done.
"Oh, she is lovely, isn't she? I mean, I think I only spoke a few words to her at the pub last weekend, but she seemed really nice," Lavender said wistfully. "I don't want her to get her heart broken. But our friends are hopeless, the pair of them."