The attacks on the Qudditch games had been all over the news. Gage's heart ached for the game, but he stayed silent on the entire matter. Instead, he investigated to make sure his loved ones were well and he stayed away. Nobody needed a werewolf interfering and making the issue worse. So he kept to what he normally did on Sundays: did a thorough cleaning of the shop before puttering out in the back garden. The dogs were due for a bath and he had to check the wand wood grove. The bowtruckles were a little ornery, but it was nothing some woodlice couldn't smooth over.
Like most more evening than he'd care to admit to, Gage ended up at the Hogs Head. Aberforth Dumbledore was a crafty old man, not unlike his brother up at Hogwarts, but that didn't mean Gage liked him any less. The man likely knew he was a werewolf, but no comments were ever made. They'd come to an understanding over the past year or so. gage broke up bar brawls and his first pint was usually on the house. Gage didn't take advantage of the man's hospitality, usually dropping a few coins anyway, but it was nice to have a local pub to relax in.
The wandmaker paid no attention to the other patrons as he took his normal seat along one of the tables against the wall. It was close enough to the bar that he could wave Aberforth down for a refill, but far enough that he was out of the way. It didn't matter though. Most tended to keep to themselves as a matter of habit. But maybe that was wishful thinking on an evening where tensions were running high as people dealt with the aftermath of the attacks.
Gage himself was reading a novel when the commotion first started. Raised voices caught his attention first, but it wasn't until the sound of flesh hitting flesh that he looked up from the book. It was another moment or two before he saw Aberforth's arm raise and a jerk of the barman's head to the door outside. Gage took a long gulp of his pint and pushed back from his table to wade in.
Grasping the back of the nearest combatant's jacket, Gage hauled the man backward, tossing him down into a nearby chair. A glowering look had the man staying where Gage put him. It was only then that Gage realized that one of the participants was the she-wolf from the other day. Cursing to himself, he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her arms against her side and hauled them both out the back door. Nobody needed to see two werewolves going at it. Not that Gage planned to fight.
He only released her once the door had been kicked firmly behind him and he could be sure that nobody else would be around. "You are incredibly stupid."