"Hello, my name is Weasley."
He looked up to the man next to him. It was calm in the Leaky Cauldron, and safe for the man and himself, there were only three others there. He was drunk, and the man was familiar to him, though he didn't know exactly how.
"Really? I am Weasley too." He said with a thick tongue. The man grinned, clearly drunk himself.
"I'm twenty-eight years old, born on a Tuesday."
'Well I'll be…'
"Really? So am I." he took in the man. His vision was blurred and to be honest, he couldn't remember much except for the last four minutes. Damn that Muggle's absinthe is strong…
"You seem rather familiar chap, do I know you?"
"Well you're a Weasley, I think we should be acquainted… "
Just then I notice Harry walking in the bar. Of course! We were supposed to go out drinking tonight, but he got held up. Apparently he overheard my conversation with the unknown Weasley, because he gave us both a weird look and asked Tom, the bartender,
"What are they doing?" I see Tom shaking his head in annoyance.
"What do you think Harry? The twins are drunk again."
A/N: Not really funny I know, but I just had to get it out of my system :P