#amy:threads

Amycus's spun the glass of fire whiskey in his hand as he glanced around the Leaky Cauldron, trying to find an open table where he could sit. Eventually he had to give up, settling for a rare empty chair instead.

"The place is bloody full tonight." Amycus said, falling into the one available seat before the other he could see eyeing it up could attempt to do so. He didn't bother looking to see whose evening he was intruding on, not caring. Amycus thought he belonged everywhere. If they didn't like it, they could leave.

"Is there a Wasps game on that I forgot about?" He could think of little else which would draw this many people to a pub on a Wednesday night.