What are you doing tomorrow at dawn? I promise this is more interesting. I'm seconding an honour duel at [address] in Ireland (accessible by floo) between Ben Crouch & one of the Macmillans and we really have a vested interest in no one dying. Want to come make sure that doesn't happen?
Presumably I will be in my bed, recovering from yet another late-night, poorly scheduled shift at work, but then—perhaps not. You know I try not to make a habit of involving myself in other people's affairs, but I must ask: which Macmillan?
People offer to buy me drinks all the time. If you truly desire my presence, you'll have that friend of yours get a hold of a bottle of that maple firewhiskey from Jewell's for me—that is where he works, isn't it? I've been meaning to buy one myself, but this is so much more convenient.