𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 ↪ 𝙵𝚃. 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙴𝚂
It was a rather chilly afternoon and Seamus knew that once it got late that literally everything would start closing down earlier than intended. If those asshats that wanted to thwart the Ministry’s memorial of the Fallen Fifty then everything would be okay. Because of the nationwide curfew it forced made his coach change their meet times at the asscrack of dawn for practices the following week. All he wanted was to have a little bit of fun since it was the weekend for crying out loud, so he made his way to the most welcoming pub out there, the Three Broomsticks. It had been a while since he has been here due to his rather intense schedule, but man is he happy to see the same uppity Madam Rosmerta who hasn’t quite skipped a beat since her name was cleared.
A smile crept on his face as he walked over to a table with a rather familiar guy sitting alone. “Forbes, is that you?” He asked, still a little unsure since it had been a few years since he properly saw him in public.
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