Closed; Jonah

[drewkirke]

Andrew didn't mind having the flat to himself which, lately, was having much more frequently. He was used to Terry spending long weekends away in Paris with his girlfriend Daphne, but ever since she had moved back to London it felt like he had completely moved out. It was becoming more clear that the idea of Terry finally moving out and taking the

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The letter arrived just as Jonah arrived at his flat in London. He had spent the week at his cottage just outside Ballycastle as the team working on a few new maneuvers and he wanted to be in close proximity. It was a lot easier to walk a few yards home than to Apparate when you were bone tired. He had the weekend off, however, and decided that re-entering society was probably a good idea. Marlow had been whinging for him to come for dinner during the weekend, anyway.

He chuckled, his eyes traveling over the writing, at Drew's quip.

Without even bothering to send a return letter, Jonah grabbed a six pack of ale out of the refrigerator and stepped into the Floo.

"Just how lonely are you that you're inviting me over for dinner?" he asked, barely out of the fireplace.

[drewkirke]

Drew grinned as he watched Jonah step out of the fireplace, thrilled to see the pack of ale in his hand. It may have been a little lame, but this was a perfect night for him. If they couldn't be at an after party with Jonah's team, they might as well be kicking back.

"Really bloody lonely," he assured him, running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. Even though he worked at the ministry, he refused to cut it short or comb it to the side.

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Jonah chuckled, dropping the ale on the kitchen table before shrugging off the jacket he never got the chance to remove before heading out to Drew's. He hung it on the back of a nearby chair before picking two bottles out of the pack and walking over toward the couch.

He handed Drew a bottle before plopping down.

"Suppose we ought to find you some friends, then," he teased.

He pulled a bottle opener from the keychain in his pocket and popped off the lid, handing it over to Drew.

"Where's Terry?"

[drewkirke]

"Are you saying you're finally sick of me?" he asked, popping the top off of his own bottle. It was nice and cold.

The truth it was strange not seeing Jonah nearly every day. The cousins had always been close growing up and then became nearly inseparable being sorted into Gryffindor at the same time. He was more like a brother to Drew than anything else. Especially after his father had passed away as his Uncle Sebastian helped his sister pick up the pieces, it was Marlow and Jonah that held up Andrew.

"Terry is probably spending the night with Daphne, again," he told him. Drew took a long sip of his beer. "He's hardly ever here at all. It's no wonder I'm starved for attention."