George got off of work a little later than normal, and went back to his bungalow to get out of his work clothing before meeting the others at the pub. He hadn’t hung out with the Gryffindor team in what felt like a long time, and with things with himself and Angelina seeming to level out, he was feeling good about the encounter over all. He entered the pub and saw Alicia, Katie and Harry sitting at a round table, giving a wave to Oliver at the bar as he took his seat.
“Salt in his drink? We’re talking about Oli, right? I’m all for it.” he grinned brightly at the others who sat at the table. “Or something nastier, but they don’t really keep that kinda stuff sitting around a bar, do they? Good reason I guess.”