Who: Michael Corner and Rolf Scamander When: Tuesday evening Where: Leaky leaky What: Michael ventures out for his bi-weekly breath of fresh air. Warnings: TBD
Michael tried to leave his office and flat at least once a day, otherwise he was likely to go mad or simply become more of a recluse than he was already. It helped a lot that his best friend worked frequently in the Leaky Cauldron. It meant he could prop up the bar there without looking like he was drinking alone, or sit in the corner and read the paper and...not look like he was drinking alone.
The weather had been hot, the pub was quite full, so Michael took himself to a corner with a drink to read. There was little point in reading the newspaper anymore, it was hardly full of unbiased opinions - not that it hadn't always been a hive of lies and exaggerations - but now it was different. Now he believed even less in there, but it was never a bad thing to keep on top of what was being said.
He flicked his gaze up occasionally, wondering if he'd see anyone he knew, anyone he'd perhaps actually want to spend time with, or, on the flip side, anyone he definitely wanted to avoid. Even if that was a small list, it was still a list.