Grinning in triumph, Gordon would claim zero responsibility for whatever wrath Art faced at home. He'd just subject his mate to merciless teasing afterward. It was fine. That was what friends were for. Shrugging into his coat, Gordon stowed his wand in the inside slit closed the door to his office.

"There's that classy a few streets down from the far end of Knockturn." Classy was a loose term, but at least most of the girls had all of their teeth. "Just a few drinks, my treat." He suggested, sweetening the pot enough to secure his friend's company for a least a little while longer. "Plus there's a buxom blonde I'd like to get my hands on." He joked, leading the way out of the shop.