Arthur wasn't sure if he liked the hot cocoa or the ridiculously large Christmas tree more. He cupped his drink in gloved hands as he tilted his head back to take in the tree in its entirety; it had to be grown by magic, it was just so big.
He didn't know what he wanted to do.
He had come here because he had nothing better to do, two days before Christmas - he wasn't actually sure that he would have anything to do on Christmas itself, so that wasn't much of a question, really. He had been going to practically every event he could, lately - even dueling for the first time in ages, just for the sake of finding something to do with himself.
But the Ministry had really pulled out all the stops on this; he was sure he would find something, and that he would be able to avoid the casino he hadn't actually been to in months.
Art took a sip of his drink and reflected that he could probably quite happily stare at this massive tree for the next couple of hours.
He heard his name and spun, face lighting up into a broad grin when he saw his friend and teammate.
"Miss Collins-Potter!" Art said brightly, "No broom, no upcoming game to worry about - nothing at all to do with Quidditch."
Which was, you know, odd. But good - it was always good to see her, especially since Art had not quite found a way to thank her for writing him when he had been in prison, and her letters had always been a relief.
He didn't know what he wanted to do.
He had come here because he had nothing better to do, two days before Christmas - he wasn't actually sure that he would have anything to do on Christmas itself, so that wasn't much of a question, really. He had been going to practically every event he could, lately - even dueling for the first time in ages, just for the sake of finding something to do with himself.
But the Ministry had really pulled out all the stops on this; he was sure he would find something, and that he would be able to avoid the casino he hadn't actually been to in months.
Art took a sip of his drink and reflected that he could probably quite happily stare at this massive tree for the next couple of hours.
He heard his name and spun, face lighting up into a broad grin when he saw his friend and teammate.
"Miss Collins-Potter!" Art said brightly, "No broom, no upcoming game to worry about - nothing at all to do with Quidditch."
Which was, you know, odd. But good - it was always good to see her, especially since Art had not quite found a way to thank her for writing him when he had been in prison, and her letters had always been a relief.