"Thanks a lot, damn it."
Rufus stopped in his tracks, looked down at the drink spilled on his coat, and then glared at the retreating back that had collided with him. He was thoroughly annoyed; he hadn't expected to run into such bad luck first thing in the morning.
Rufus picked up his wand, cleaned the stains off himself, and looked over at Hopkirk nearby, frowning as he asked, "What on earth is going on? Why is Hectore Dagworth here, and why is he in such a foul mood so early in the morning?"
Chapter 108