Who: Trystan Chambers and Stephen Cornfoot. When: July 26th, 1998. Evening. Where: The Leaky Cauldron. What: Getting together at the Leaky for drinks and some catch up time. Rating: Low.
Trystan ran his fingers through his mass of curly hair as he stepped out of the Floo and into Diagon Alley, agiley dodging a little boy who was running full tilt up the street after someone. He glanced around, taking in the alley, assessing the people there in something that was quickly becoming a habit he couldn't quite seem to help, and then started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.
He hadn't seen much of Stephen since the war ended, for good reason on both of their parts, although his good reason was still largely a secret. Stephen - and his other friends and family - knew he had been injured during a Death Eater raid in April, but they didn't know just what those injuries had entailed - and what he had to put up with once a month. The full moon was a week away, but Trystan was aware of it. He had never been so aware of the calendar in his entire life as he had been these past few months.
Upon reaching the Leaky, he pushed through the doors and looked around inside, once again taking stock of the lay of the pub, and who was sitting where. He didn't see Stephen anywhere, but knew his friend was coming from work. Trystan slid into one side of an unoccupied booth, and ordered himself beer. It came a few minutes later, on a napkin. Fishing into his pocket, Trystan pulled out a stub of charcoal - he always had bits and nubs in his pockets - and started sketching on the napkin as he waited for his friend, taking idle sips of beer as he did so. Absently he was drawing his cat, Kestrel, who was not his biggest fan anymore.