We've Got Hopes on the Horizons

[Gregory Creighton]

Gregory had nearly forgotten about the arranged meeting with the Mr. Pettigrew gentleman who he had received a letter from quite randomly. As far as he knew, he had never made the man's acquaintance before so the letter seemed rather out of the blue. Though, just because he didn't remember meeting the gentleman meant very little. That was all besides the point though as he'd had to rush out of the Ministry to make the meeting on time after his secretary had reminded him for perhaps the tenth time that day.

Luckily, she'd reminded him so he had enough time to get to the Three Broomsticks in just the nick of time. It didn't dawn on him until he walked into the establishment that he didn't have a clue who he was actually looking for. Mr. Pettigrew seemed to have enough sense, however, and greeted him as he'd been walking through with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.

"Ahh yes, Mr. Pettigrew I presume," he said as he took the offered hand and gave it a quick shake before pulling his own hand back. Touching people was not something Gregory really enjoyed. It was just.. weird. "So, let's get to business," he said as he sat down, automatically jumping to what he assumed this whole thing was about, "Having problems with a deceased relative that is intent on haunting your home? Or is it just some random ghost causing trouble?"