Who: Stephen Cornfoot & Lavendar Brown
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: Thursday Evening
Why: Two acquaintances running into each other.
Rating: PG most likely
Status: In Progress



After work, Stephen sometimes needed a drink. A firewhiskey or two could quite easily numb any unpleasant memories, such as those of a gentleman who'd arrived today sans the majority of his facial features, or the woman he'd seen quite clearly spliced. And fairly badly, too. Admittedly, the longer he spent working at StMungo's, the easier all that stuff got, but it still wasn't 'just work'.

He wandered up to the bar, and placed his order, for some firewhiskey and chilli peanuts, before taking the short and the small packet, and heading to a small table, which was conveniently located as far away as he could get from a raucous crowd of what appeared to be hitwizards celebrating something.

Great, a bunch of men, at a time when Stephen could happily be woman-watching. The only women he'd been in contact with recently were the pureblooded crazy women his mother seemed to think would make suitable wives for him, and he really wasn't interested. He glanced around, before a blonde caught his eye. She seemed familiar - did he know her from school?