Diplomatic Meetings. [evilthatlures]

It was precisely 4:12... not that he'd been keeping track. He was standing outside Slug and Jiggers, wondering if Potter would be late - not that he cared if he were. It had been a long few weeks at the Manor; he'd been mixing Mother sleeping draughts nearly every night. He was almost as tired as she was, and still no word of his father. Though Auntie Bella had been so kind to drop by.

He was loathe to admit today would be a welcome reprieve.