Evan sat in The Leaky Cauldron, already working on his third Firewhiskey of the night. It was nights like this that made him hate his high alcohol tolerance. Everyone was “celebrating” their “win” four years ago. He forced himself to make an appearance in public to keep the Death Eater attack dogs off his back, joining in the toasts and the like while inside he could only think about his failure. He at least knew he could count on the idiots drinking as much as he was even if their reasons were different.
He just emptied his glass when another person sat next to him. “Another,” he called to the bartender, not yet looking at his companion. Once his glass was refilled, he turned. “Are you here to drink in joy or sorrow?” he asked, lifting his drink to his lips.
Lyanna’s day had worn on her, normally the day ending in a drink would have her spirits high but she found herself searching for something with high spirits. The Leaky Cauldron was perhaps not her usual haunt, but it was the spot nearest to work that was likely to sell her a fire whiskey and let her drink in silence. To walk into a celebration of sorts was not entirely expected and the blonde could not help but to wear her annoyance on her face. A familiar face offered some respite and she could not help but to feel a sense of home as she slid into a seat next to Evan at the bar.
Making eye contact with the barkeep she signalled to what was in his glass and smiled, ready to luck into something that warmed her from the inside out. “I’m not sure yet, at the moment it feels like sorrow, but most things do.” A smirk melted into something more natural as she swung her legs towards him, “I don’t suppose you’re celebrating?”
