It was the end of the day! George loved the end of the day. Okay, he loved his job, too, so the start of the day was pretty great, but the end of it was when he got to count the money. Hooray for money!
It had been a quite busy Saturday, even considering the students were all locked up in the school this weekend, but the owls had rushed in from the castle shortly after opening, and he'd had a good day filling orders, snickering at the number of Snackboxes kids seemed to want.
When all that was done, he locked up and strolled on down to the pub. He was intrigued with Jon Campbell's idea, and was all for it, considering he'd known a pretty great werewolf once upon a time.
He entered the pub and scanned the weekend crowd and then spotted the baker. With a nod at the bar matron, he wove his way through the tables and plopped into the seat opposite Jon.