Michael wasn't familiar with the pub Roger had mentioned, but a pint was a pint. And he was going to need a few of them. And possibly some vodka. Vodka sounded like a good idea. For the past several days since he'd spoken to Aveline he'd been hiding in his room even more than usual, sure his mother would read guilt on his face the moment he left. And his fingers ached slightly from playing so much. It was just as well he was getting out of the house.
Not paying much attention to his dress except to make sure it was Muggle-worthy, as he knew the address was not in a wizarding area, he Apparated partway, then began to walk. Nearly there, he spied a familiar back and smiled, jogging a few steps to catch up with his friend. "Hey, mate," he said, clapping Roger on the shoulder. "This a new pub?"