"Now." Or in three hours. But for this Hugo was off work right that second. He tossed his dishrag to the sink and walked around the bar. He wanted to reach out and pull Scorpius into an embrace, but he didn't want to make a public scene either. He was going to keep the Quaffle in Scorpius' hands.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for Scorpius to walk out of the bar. "Where are we going?"