Leathan

Leathan hadn't ever been one for punctuality on most occasions. He always managed to run into someone to chat with or found something of interest in a magazine to read or would be caught up with the lastest football or Quidditch news. Tonight, however, he wasn't late for any of those reasons. Truthfully, he wasn't even all that late, he realized, as he apparated outside of the Hog's Head.

Pity. Now Morgan gets one less think to bark at me about, he thought to himself with a smirk tugging at his lips as he pushed open the door.

Making it to the table, he gave a respectful nod to Albus and then turned a grin on the rest of the table, a slightly uncertain one when his eyes lingered on the younger Lestrange.

"Now, I see a problem here," he said after his hello. "But, I think it can be remedied fast enough." Hailing Aberforth he called for a bottle of the best Ogden's and a few shot glasses before he was taking a seat next to Helena and stretching his long legs as best he could under the table. "Entirely too severe looking, Morgan. A bit of, ah! Thank you, Aberforth," he said pouring a few shots and pressing one towards Helena, a grin dancing in his eyes. "Now, as I was saying, a bit of a shot won't hurt you one bit."

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Dumbledore

Dumbledore greeted each as they reached the table, his blue eyes twinkling with ill-disguised mirth as Horace made his usual faux paus.

"Mr. Lestrange has been instrumental in the forming of the meeting, so, yes, he will be more than welcome to remain for a few minutes and longer even."

"I made it on time, I see," She spoke to the Headmaster next, turning her attention away from Rabastan and the Auror. "Will there be someone else joining us, apart from Minerva, Albus?"

"Perfectly on time, Pomona. And yes. We are expectin-"

He got no more out than that before the other person they were expecting had arrived at the table and, as usual, the former Gryffindor Head Boy claimed the center of all attention just as he had always done in the past. Again, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with mirth as the Auror plied his charms on his colleague.

"I wouldn't turn down a warming shot myself," he said taking a shot as Leathan jovially handed it over to him. Downing the harsh liquid in a toss of his head, he set it down and looked towards the door.

"As soon as Minerva arrives, I do believe we will be ready to begin?" he questioned, his gaze sliding to Rabastan.