He didn't often go shopping, but seeing as it was Christmas soon, he thought he better make a start on the seasonal gift hunt. Which was why Oz found himself standing in the Leaky Cauldron that day. He was quietly enjoying a pint of Butterbeer, when something -or rather someone- tall and ungainly tumbled out of the fireplace and right into him. The pint was mostly a goner, but luckily he had his wolfy reflexes to keep him upright, managing to catch hold of the bar in time.
Tilting his head a little to get eye contact, he grinned up at the familiar wizard. 'Bootsie.' He should have guessed, the orange robes were a dead giveaway. 'No worries. Still not used to being a giant then?'
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