Who: Seamus and Astoria Where: The Three Broomsticks When: Monday evening What: Astoria needs to talk. Seamus thinks he should listen. Rating: Mid to High.
Seamus closed his journal and slid off the bar stool. Astoria would be along soon and he needed to change out of his stained clothing before she arrived. He conferred with his dinner staff and headed upstairs. It didn't seem to be any sort of special occasion, so he just went with jeans and a plain t-shirt topped off by boots, his watch and a baseball cap. With a flick of his wand he tidied up his suite, just in case Astoria wanted some privacy. Once all that was done and he was sure his employees could handle the evening rush, he settled at one of the outdoor tables - available only in the summer and early autumn - and ordered a frozen butterbeer while he waited.
They hadn't seen each other much, but he and Astoria talked over the journals from time to time. When he paid attention, he'd noticed she talked to other lads as well but that didn't matter much. He wasn't exactly after a relationship, even if they seemed to get on well enough. (The fantastic sex didn't hurt, either.) In any case, she'd seemed a little upset, though that was hard to tell with all the crossed-out writing. His drink came and he sipped at it, left let jiggling mindlessly under the table.