Pubmates | Frank and Kingsley
Frank was literally leaning on the doorbell of Kings’ place, waiting.
“Kings, mate,” he said, to nobody in particular, “C’mon, I really don’t want to miss the quaffle toss.”
They’d agreed to head to the pub roughly in between their appartments to watch the Wimbourne Wasps fly against Puddlemere United.
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