More time in the day? More time to drink, more likely. Theodore was more conscious of how long he stayed at the Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, being as it was close to home, and only went to the Hog’s Head discreetly if he had plans to get wasted; the Leaky Cauldron was a little too public for his liking, but he could still have a few and pretend he was only ‘passing through’.
“Nope,” Theodore said, a touch sourly. “Not bloody one.” Of all the things that time might undo, things about his life that might be different, he’d gotten nothing. His Ministry career was still dead in the water. His father was still left for dead. Who knew, maybe his father was dead for real now. What did it even matter? And were the Cannons playing any better in practices than usual? Not a chance.
“Why, have you?” He returned, a touch reluctant to delve into any more conversation with the younger fellow - a Connolly? - next to him at the bar.
“Nope,” Theodore said, a touch sourly. “Not bloody one.” Of all the things that time might undo, things about his life that might be different, he’d gotten nothing. His Ministry career was still dead in the water. His father was still left for dead. Who knew, maybe his father was dead for real now. What did it even matter? And were the Cannons playing any better in practices than usual? Not a chance.
“Why, have you?” He returned, a touch reluctant to delve into any more conversation with the younger fellow - a Connolly? - next to him at the bar.
