Agrimony’s brows ticked up in mild surprise. It was an impulse to invite him for a meal, but he hadn’t actually expected the man to say yes. The next question Agrimony had to answer was where in the world they would both go. Hogsmeade was…alright, and arguably the closest, but nothing there really seemed to suit his fancy. It then occurred to him that he didn’t entirely know what Basil’s food preferences were; and immediately after that thought crossed his mind, he wondered why in Merlin’s name it had. And even moreso, why he bloody cared. That just made him even more sour.

“Anywhere but Hogsmeade,” he said with a shrug as he stood up and stretched out a crick in his neck. “I’m sick of the Three Broomsticks.”

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