“If you’ve got something stronger,” Theo echoed hopefully. Reg had a tea already, but if there was any benefit to living alone (or with a roommate, as opposed to one’s family) was that there was no one, with any luck, to judge your drinking habits. And he felt a little stupid now that he was here, because pleading for just a little good press was probably not the way to do things.
But Reg was – Reg, as familiar a face as they came. So maybe being here couldn’t hurt, even if it was just to complain for a while and pilfer from his drinks stores. “Oh, it’s – just quidditch stuff. Sorry, I forgot you’re not in sports anymore,” he admitted, with a wry laugh. “How’s crime treating you, anyway?”
But Reg was – Reg, as familiar a face as they came. So maybe being here couldn’t hurt, even if it was just to complain for a while and pilfer from his drinks stores. “Oh, it’s – just quidditch stuff. Sorry, I forgot you’re not in sports anymore,” he admitted, with a wry laugh. “How’s crime treating you, anyway?”
