"You want me to come?"
                              
"Yes, Joel. You impressed even Hermione with your dedication to me, and I owe you a few sandwiches."
                              
"I... don't have many galleons," he said, lowering his eyes.
                              
"I was going to pay for everyone's dinners, as a thank you. I do make quite a bit, Joel."
                              
"Okay... if you want," he said. "I better go check on the appointments. I sent out Patronuses, about the emergency situation."
                              
"Thank you, Joel," Harry said and then went down to see if Natalie would consent to come. She all but jumped at the chance. She asked where he wanted to go. Harry faltered. He had no idea where to go.
                              
"I... umm... do you know a place?" he asked, and she stared. "I... don't go out... ever."
                              
She smiled understandingly. "Of course, I can pick. What kind of place were you thinking of? Are we going for drinks? Or a fancy place?"
                              
"Umm... a restaurant, not a pub. Not a muggle one. Not too fancy so that we can go after work. But... expensive is fine. I got enough galleons."
                              
"I know a place in Diagon Alley. Tomorrow night, okay?"
                              
"Should be."
                              
"I'll make a reservation."
                              
"Reservation?" he asked.
                              
"Wow... you really don't get out much. Well, thank you, Harry. It'll be expensive, though."
                              
"Good. Joel barely has anything, but he's been buying me sandwiches."
                              
She nodded and started writing out the request. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
                              
Harry turned to head back to Draco's room, but Joel came up to him.
                              
"I rescheduled all but your last one. She said that she knows you," Joel said, handing him the file.
                              
"Ginny Weasley? No... not at all," Harry said, and had Joel follow him in.
                              
"What's it this time? Fall off your broom or a bludger cobbled you?"
                              
"Haha, Harry," she said, but didn't deny it. "Please... you're the best." She pulled off her robes without prompt and faced the wall. She had a massive bruise on her shoulder blade and her arm was hanging.
                              
"Don't try to butter me up. How's Angelica?" he asked, as he started feeling out the injury.
                              
"SHE crashed into me!" Ginny huffed.
                              
"In bed or on the field?" Harry chuckled.
                              
"Shut up! I have dirt on you, too, Harry. So, watch it," she said.
                              
"I think everyone knows about your relationship," he said, quietly.
                              
"And what? You're a lone wolf? Who's this guy? He's cute."
                              
Harry was starting to feel nervous. "He's my trainee... Joel. So, be nice."
                              
"I'm always nice."
                              
"Yeah, I'll tell that to Ron, after you hit him with your Bat-Bogey Hex."
                              
"He's Head Auror! You think he'd learn to block it by now?" she scoffed.
                              
"You haven't considered he lets you do it, because that's what you and he do to each other?" Harry adds slyly.
                              
"I-what?" she said, but gasped when Harry popped her shoulder back in. "Fuck... that... oh... umm..." she groaned and slumped as Harry massaged the residue pain out. After a loud moaned, she added, "Harry, we'll pay you anything to be the team healer."