It hadn't exactly taken Chris long to get ready, yet somehow she still managed to get to the Snitch late. Not that she was late, really, since her and Pucey hadn't agreed on time, it had mostly been 'be there, I'll be there, we'll drink' sort of agreement. And Chris was here. The pub was fucking crowded, though. They really did need to find a new place to drink. Chris liked the Snitch a lot but fucking hell it was busy. Good for business at least, right?
Shrugging her jacket off, Chris proceeded to find Pucey. It wasn't the easiest of tasks seeing how there were so many people here, but Chris did spot Emma and Zach in the corner and gave them an excited wave. It had been ages since she'd had a good chat with either of the two, what with the start of the season keeping everyone so busy. There was also that 'drinking excessively with the girls' thing Chris was constantly doing, which might also explain her social absence when it came to Emma and Zach. Chris made a mental note to go over and say 'hi' later since she currently was on a mission.
She finally spotted Pucey by the bar and made her way to him. This, mind you, was not easy since Chris almost had to fight off some of the girls just to get there. "Fuck me, Pucey, you're popular," Chris said instead of a greeting, before ordering herself a pint of lager. Once she'd gotten her drink, Chris looked at the guy. "Good night, sunshine?" She snickered, because it was rather obvious that Pucey was having a lot of things but a good night wasn't one of them. "Don't worry, I am very talented at getting people forget about their shitty lives as I fill them with alcohol." This, oddly, wasn't even a lie.