Who: Samuel Bradley & Alicia Spinnet What: Random meeting & drinks! Where: Diagon Alley. When: Today, June 24th. Warnings: Alcohol! Also: Marriage woes & probably a few jokes about it. Rating: PG-ish.
It had seemed like ages since Alicia had found herself in Diagon Alley. Normally she had only one stop while she was there-- Quality Quidditch Supplies. She was far and away well suited for the season (at least for now), and had no real reason for finding herself in the Alley. Only having one place to go made wandering around for a while seem almost like an exotic adventure. A good use of time since there was no practice today, much to Alicia's dismay.
Though rather than start wandering right away, she ducked into the Leaky. A drink never sounded so bad. She wove through the cluttered, crowded tables towards the bar. She was quite sure she was the cause of the silence and subsequent murmurs of a couple of the tables as she passed ("That's a chaser for the Prides, yeah?") but she hardly paid them any mind. She frequented sports bars far too much to let that bother her... or compliment her.
There were a few empty stools still, a short ways down from where the barkeep had momentarily stationed himself. She took up one of them, draping her shoulder bag over her knee as she leaned forward, resting her forearms against the questionably-clean wood to catch the man's attention. She felt a bit like a child, as small as she was sitting in front of him, but it didn't manage to wipe the smile from her lips, nor hinder the ordering of her drink. The man had barely managed to make it back with her glass before the two of them found themselves immersed in a rather avid conversation... about quidditch, of course.