James was the kind of man who couldn't wait for a Friday to come around in the week. It meant he had the weekend to himself - or rather, he hoped he wouldn't be by himself at the weekend. Rather in the company of another. Preferably a woman. More preferable, more than one.
So, once his classes had finished, and James had done his checks on the school (a precaution the Headmaster had taken after the attacks), James had headed straight towards the pub. Though, unlike usual, James had taken the option of heading down to London, to the Leaky Cauldron.
For a change of scene, he told himself as he emerged from the hearth, dusting himself off and straightening the jacket of his suit in one fluid motion.
A small amount of ash clung to his hair, but it was nothing overly awful in the way of appearance.
Moving to the bar, James ordered a Martini, and stood quietly by the bar, his eyes roaming the room for something of a prospect he could try for this evening. He let out a small sigh when there was nothing of the nature on offer, instead, looking back to the barman as his drink was brought to him. "Thanks." James growled, passing the money over for the drink.
Sipping the liquid, James relaxed a little in that moment, finally feeling the stress of the week leave him, until Monday, at least.
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