"Come to think of it, shouldn't the Ministry of Magic be working right now?" Allen was a little dazed, and he looked at Penelope in confusion.
"He must be skipping work again..." Penelope raised her eyebrows, put down her drink, and went to tug Allen away. "Shall we go somewhere else?"
Penelope did not want someone as rough around the edges as Sirius Black intruding on this rare time alone with Allen and ruining their little world for two. But it was already too late. Sirius Black had seen them. His face, which had been unhappy because he thought Madam Rosmerta had a poor tolerance and no one could drink with him, was now full of delight.
Sirius Black waved at them broadly, grabbed the snack bags, and walked straight over to their table.
"You two slacking off too?" Sirius Black's tone was extremely relaxed. He sat down directly beside Allen and leaned back in his chair.
This made Penelope, who was sitting opposite Allen, turn her face aside to hide her impatient expression—this seating arrangement made it look as if she was the outsider.
Sirius Black tossed the snack bags onto the table and casually pulled their openings wider. The snack bags instantly took over the table, and even a few greasy fried items slipped out of the bags and rolled across the tabletop.
"Try them while they're hot... This damned weather is cold enough. The oil on some of the stuff I bought earlier has already congealed..." Sirius Black picked up the fallen fried meatball with his hand, put it into his mouth, then wiped the oil from his hand on the chair.
A vein jumped on Allen's forehead. Suppressing his anger at Sirius's sloppiness, he casually speared a piece of salad that looked as if Sirius Black