Who: Pete & William What: Bowling and more whimisicle fuckery When: Wednesday evening Where: the lawn
Pete was worried about William. First, the rumor mill had him whoring around again, and Merlin knew William was generally too self-controlled to get his grind on with other people in relative public. Secondly, Pete had seen William kill house elves with his own two eyes, and William was a librarian. Pete would put a weighty stack of galleons on William having some coping difficulties.
Thus, he had fetched William from the relative safety of his post, replaced him with a suitable substitute, and dragged him out to the lawn.
"You," he said firmly, pushing William down onto the lawn firmly with both hands on William's shoulders. Reaching up for William's shoulders. "Sit here. I'll take care of everything."
He fetched a small book out of his back pocket and his wand from its convenient sleeve within his sleeve, and raised the wand like a conductor's baton, clearing his throat importantly. First matter of business was to levitate the small group of children studying about five yards ahead of him and float them gently out of the way; it was the only flat ground the eye could see, and unless he wanted to carve up the hillside, he needed flat. Flattish.