Who: Roger Davies and Penelope Clearwater When: Tuesday morning Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies What: Last-minute shopping and a run-in. Rated/Status: Um, probably high for language. Incomplete.
Roger frowned and pushed his way through Diagon Alley, which was packed with people trying to get in their last-minute shopping for the holidays. He'd received the letter from Quality Quidditch Supplies about their really fucking inconvenient holiday closing, which meant he had less days to get his shopping in. And since he'd put it off, and since about 80% of the people on his list were quidditch players, QQS was the easiest place to go.
He reached the store, which of course was filled with like-minded procrastinators, and sighed and elbowed his way in. He was really just aimlessly grabbing things that looked like acceptable presents for people, which was generally how he did most of his holiday shopping. Women required more thought but the men? Will was getting alcohol and the Quidditch players were getting Quidditch shite. Easy.
He turned down one of the center aisles, thankful that this one was less filled with people and children and frantic mothers trying to wrangle their children, but as he glanced down at the end of it there was Penny. His initial instinct was to turn around, but she was standing next to the broom maintenance supplies. So he sidled up next to her and examined a couple of boxes without saying anything, then let out a breath like he was cold. "Brr it's really chilly in here, Madame Minister. Frosty, even. Should have worn a thicker coat."