Who: George Weasley, Roger Davies When: Wednesday, after Roger complains. Where: Roger's place. What: Nursing the injured. Via booze. Rating: TBA Open/Closed: Closed
George was as good as his word. He picked up an assortment from the Thai place he and Fred liked best, and a bottle of firewhiskey and then showed up at Roger's door.
"Oi, Davies, open up!" George yelled, kicking at the door with one foot, since his hands were presently full. Roger being hurt was really just a convenient excuse to flee the shop and not think about the Potterwatch shite he'd been working on with Lee for weeks, or the new shop, or what Percy was doing or where Ron was or any of the other crap he'd had to juggle lately. Plus making Davies cranky was always fun. Although it probably would be a bit too easy with him nursing a broken arm. (And possibly a broken head, though George was guessing on that one.)
"Hurry up, or I'm leaving and taking the food!" he added, balancing the large bag precariously in one arm.