The second of July had come fast and Josh and Leathan had been preparing like mad for their little - well, really, big - barbeque. They had stocked up on Newcastle Brown Ale andFuller's London Pride, the fridge having been charmed to hold three times its usual amount. Bangers had been picked up on Leath's way home from work the night before and the tall Auror was already outside getting the grill ready as Josh and Morela, newly found kitten in toe, brought out appetizers to set up on one of the six wooden tables in the courtyard.
The appetizers had been Morela's idea a few weeks back, she convincing the two boys that there was no point in having a party without appetizers. And thus she made them, cooking a hobby that the werewolf had picked up to spend her time when not out taking photos or being harrassed by - er, spending time with - Josh. A few hours later, and a few beers for Josh already, the barbeque was ready.
"So, you gonna carry the flea bag about with you, then?" Josh asked, nodding at the tiny black thing currently rubbing itself against his leg.




