Damn ID cards. Damn Quidditch practice. And damn the fucking hangover he knew he was going to have tomorrow. But he didn't care. He needed a good glass of firewhiskey to handle the letter he'd gotten from Talia today, telling him all about what was going on at Hogwarts. Apparently they were learning the Dark Arts in what should have been Defense Against the Dark Arts. Talia was disdainful as usual and hadn't sounded quite so different but Adrian could read between the lines. She was nervous. And as she was one of the few people in the world Adrian genuinely cared about, Adrian couldn't really handle her being nervous.
So here he was at Magnolia's, because this was where the best firewhiskey could be found, and the seats at the bar were comfortable even if the company was shady.
Ordering himself a glass, he looked to his right and managed not to show any sign of recognition when he noticed the man sitting a few stools down. Hmph. It was that bloke Spinnet had been at the match with, the one old enough to be her father. But he didn't want to think about Spinnet right then.