As Sturgis emerged from one of the fireplaces in the Ministry of Magic, his gaze fixed ahead at the large crowd in the Atrium. Other witches and wizards followed suit, flooing in to join the protest. The crowd seem to have grown since the Daily Prophet article earlier today, and Sturgis was gobsmacked by the volume of people. 

After a long day at work, Sturgis found himself walking into A Brewed Awakening in Tutshill. The brewery was crowded, especially for a Tuesday night, although it could be due to the half priced cherry stouts. Sturgis managed to find an open stool at the bar and promptly ordered an ale, not one to be experimental with drinks.

The faint sound of the wireless pulled Sturgis’ attention away from a halfway finished stout. It didn’t sound like the Witching Hour any longer---not that Sturgis paid much of any attention to the programme---but rather, like an interruption. “Can you turn up the wireless?” The bartender grunted, dug into his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the sound was audible.