It was finally time for the "date" Fletcher had won with the Senior Undersecretary, and although he had been working with January for a few weeks now, he was still nervous and yet eager to impress his boss. And so he had spent a small fortune mere sickles to him, really to secure this date in the auction, and then another small fortune again, what was money? one could not take money with one to the afterlife to ensure a private table with a view of London in one of the top restaurants in town, and then, naturally, another small fortune had been required as he'd sent for his stylist and tailor to purchase him a fine new suit jacket.

He was already seated at their table and now it was just time for January to arrive. Yes, this was a Muggle establishment, but Fletcher had ah, quite literally secured the location so that if anyone were to eavesdrop on their Very Important Appointment, they would merely hear the sound of buzzing bees and clinking silverware. Odd time of year for bees to be out in London, but it was what it was.