Kennilworthy sat in the Leaky Cauldron, three drinks of fire whisky in with his friends at the bar. Jefferson loudly gave a play-by-play of the quidditch match he saw three days previously; The Arrows versus The Cannons. Jefferson jumped onto the chair to get everyone’s attention as he yelled, “Then the beater came out of nowhere.” He emphasized dramatically before sitting in his chair.
Jefferson was a funny looking fellow, his salt and pepper colored hair sticking out wildly in all directions and the square frames of his glasses practically eating his face. His hair and personality did not match his job of being a banker at Gringotts, which made sense as to why he was overcompensating in the pub with sports stories.
Patrick looked at Jefferson with a raised brow, “So you’re telling me the papers got it wrong?”
Patrick looked clean-cut in comparison with his friends. His hair was flat and brown like his personality. The purple dress robes he was wearing was his most exciting outfit. Patrick never had to worry about dressing exciting when he worked as a curse maker’s assistant in the ministry.
Kennilworthy was in between careers, and girlfriends, as he failed his latest auror test on curses. He was studying up with his ministry pension, literally one test away from defeat or victory. That was the real reason they were all in a pub on a Thursday afternoon. She claimed they were going nowhere and she was worried she was the reason why he wasn’t committed to her or his job. Catherine Harvey broke up with Kennilworthy and his friends thought this was the best way to cheer him up, recreating quidditch scenes in a bar.
“That’s exactly what I am saying.”
“You’re a trip.”
“Oh piss off.”
“Really.” He laughed.
“You ever wonder how the whole thing started anyways?” Kennilworthy asked.
“I don’t reckon anyone does.”
“Be serious.”
“I am. We should make a book.” Kennilworthy said before taking another drink.
“You don’t know the first thing about quidditch. Or book writing.” Patrick pointed out.
“Like that’s stopped him before.” Jefferson pointed out.
“Sure but riding a dragon on a dare and writing a book are two very separate skill sets.” Patrick pointed out.
“In what way?”
“Well for one he didn’t have to read or speak to a dragon.” Patrick said pointing with fingers as he made his list.
“Willing to bet then?” Kennilworthy asked as he looked up.
“Hell yeah I am.”
“In six months I’ll have this book done ready to publish.”
“Best make it a year to give you a fighting shot.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Settled then, what do I get when I win.”
“I am more than willing to sort out our terms when I win,” Jefferson said with a grin.
“You’re going to be eating your words.”
“Listen mate, you have the hard part of writing a book. I’d get on that if I were you?”
“Listen, I have enough time to enjoy my drink.”
“If you say so.”