For once, Roger had popped into Diagon Alley, after practice. Although only a reservist at the moment, Roger had still learned to wear a cap and sunglasses, just in case. Making his way through the Alley, Roger headed toward the Leaky entry. He didn't normally head into Diagon Alley, having a perfectly good pub in Montrose, but as it was Saturday, he had decided for a little change in pace. Heading through the entrance, Roger made it past the brick wall and into the establishment.
Once indoors he whipped off the sunglasses and found himself a seat. Were it not dark inside, Roger would likely have left them on, but the shadows were just right. Finding a seat at the bar, Roger ordered himself a beer and looked around to see if anything else was to interest him. It wasn't long after Roger arrived that the owl had arrived.
Well, that bloody figured. He'd thought the man had a little more mettle than your average politician, but it seemed he was as bad as the last one, not one of them capable of sitting still and seeing matters through to the end. Taking a drink of his beer, Roger frowned into it. He had no idea what Thicknesse was like, but he was sure he was equally useless.