Who: Keven and Kit When: Tuesday March 7 Where: The Leaky Cauldron What: A drink with a friend Warnings: Language, tbd?
Kit rushed into Leaky Cauldron, looking windblown and a bit scattered. He wasn’t typically late but he was cutting it a few moments short, but it wasn’t on purpose. He was under a fair bit of pressure right now, though very few people knew it, but he was supposed to have his final show as some sort of student (unless he decided to enroll in some other program again, which might or might not happen) and so was quietly and frantically finishing some of the last pieces he was going to put in it.
He’d cleaned up pretty well, though there was still a bit of clay under his nails and an unseen smear of paint on his undershirt. But otherwise he was casually and well turned out, hair a mess in a way that he could pull off. His sketchbook was fastened and tucked under an arm since he hadn’t had time to so much as apparate to his flat since he’d already been running late when he had seen the time.
“Sorry, mate, lost track of time,” he apologized, flopping gracefully into the seat across from Kevin with an easy grin. “Drinks on me to make up for it?”