Quidditch was back on, and apparently so were the Bats. Not only had they won, but Finbar had to admit that it felt good to have kicked Puddlemere’s arse, if for no other reason than what little Cho had told him about her friend and Wood. It was petty, sure, but that was just the way it was.
Arriving at Finnigan’s with the rest of the team, it didn’t take him long to spot his favourite patron in that place, and simply let the team know that he’d be over later. Maybe. As they headed to the bar, he veered off to the table where Cho was sitting, her nose in paperwork, as per usual. “You need a night off,” he said as he pulled the chair over and took a seat right next to her.