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The aftermath of the Hogsmeade attacks was still heavy on the Wizarding community, even a week later. People were still coming to terms with the loss of loved ones. And even if Hogsmeade had already be repaired back to its usual splendour, everyone knew what’d happened there. Dirk wasn’t sure he’d ever forget it. He felt a little like Hogsmeade himself, his injuries were all magically healed by this point, gone as though he’d never been fighting at all. His skin was smooth and he’d finally been able to visit his parents again; blaming his prolonged absence on busy work days and a bad cold.

Now though, while the Order were planning their next move he struggled to fill his evenings and Sirius Black filled his mind more than he’d care to admit. So he did what any Brit did in times of difficulty; he went to the pub. The Green Dragon wasn’t far from The Ministry and catered solely to witches and wizards. It was a little past nine and he was nursing his third pint, debating ordering some food so he wouldn’t have to cook when he trudged home. 

A stranger took up the barstool beside him and Dirk did a slight double take when he saw the silhouette, for a second he’d thought... No. Too much time thinking about that damn man. He frowned a little and dryly asked, “Can I help you?” when the man turned to him.