022. summer 1976
July 25, 1976 - Evening
Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
Diagon Alley, London
The match really, really could have gone better - but it's hard to feel too horrible about it when you're spending a brilliant evening with good food and good company.
Not that James particularly likes having to go over how Joseph Ryder somehow managed to lose the Quaffle not twice but three times, and how the Golden Snitch seemed to completely allude Anna Clarke's grasp, allowing the Ballycastle Bats to take it and win the match.
It was a close game, but with hardly a satisfying conclusion.
"Loser's buying, right?" Cliona grins. "That would be you, James."
Sirius laughs.
James rolls his eyes, shaking his head indulgently. "Right, right. Go ahead, then. Whatever flavours you want; it's on me."
Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
Diagon Alley, London
The match really, really could have gone better - but it's hard to feel too horrible about it when you're spending a brilliant evening with good food and good company.
Not that James particularly likes having to go over how Joseph Ryder somehow managed to lose the Quaffle not twice but three times, and how the Golden Snitch seemed to completely allude Anna Clarke's grasp, allowing the Ballycastle Bats to take it and win the match.
It was a close game, but with hardly a satisfying conclusion.
"Loser's buying, right?" Cliona grins. "That would be you, James."
Sirius laughs.
James rolls his eyes, shaking his head indulgently. "Right, right. Go ahead, then. Whatever flavours you want; it's on me."