"Why're you sorry? Not like you're my hiring department..." He shrugged and took another long drink from his glass, swirling what was left. Sure, he'd love to have Verity back, but he'd had shopgirls since then... Maybe he'd send another owl.
He drained the rest of the whiskey and waved for another, then looked at Al. Why...
"What? Not like I asked for them. I bought a box of Billywig stings and four cases of lemons. Bloke threw them in, along with a bottle of some weird Muggle liquor. I'm not turning down Pride tickets, Al... Might be dim but I'm not stupid."