The next time Harry saw George, the man was dressed in the clothes Harry had loaned him.
“They seem to fit okay. Sorry I don’t have anything more, uh, fashionable.”
George smiled. “This is exactly the sort of thing I wear when I’m at home. My mum says I should dress more smartly, but I have to wear a dress shirt and tie at work so like to be more casual when I’m not in the office.”
During their earlier conversation in the hardware shop, George had said he worked in the Council’s planning department. At first George hadn’t gone into detail, telling Harry he wouldn’t be interested in what George did. But Harry had insisted that he was interested, and George had told some of the more amusing—or less boring as George had termed them—aspects of his job.
Harry hadn’t wanted to pry into Georg
