"Yer a feckin' liar and we both know it." Gordon prided himself on being able to read people and Art Quidditch-is-my-Life Pettigrew was an open book. There was a chance to play in another world cup, an event that Art captained last time. There was no way he wouldn't participate this time, married old fart or not.

Puttering around the shop, putting a few things away, money in the safe, nothing unreasonable, but entirely boring if one wasn't a little obsessive compulsive about the cleanliness and order of their workspace. Plus he knew they'd be going out and getting drunk tonight so he should probably prepare to be hungover tomorrow and therefore leave opening the shop to Toots in the morning. She was used to it, it was fine.

"Just do it, don't be boring." Gordon volunteered with a smirk.