John started to stand. "Can I go, then?"
"Might as well. Don't try leaving the area any time soon, though."
"Thank you." A thought occurred to him. "When does this Veritaserum stuff wear off?"
Moody looked to Snape, who murmured, "If you gave him the entire dropper's worth, in two hours."
"I'll have to avoid people for a while, then."
"Why's that?" asked Moody.
"I just witnessed a terrorist attack on a public place that nearly killed someone I knew," John said wearily. "I've been interrogated by an absolute stranger and by a man who despises me for the better part of an hour. I've been dosed with truth serum, and I'm out of decent smokes. I'm in no fit mood to speak with man nor beast. In fact, I think I'll go and-" He stopped. "No, I won't go and get drunk after all, because it was the bloody pub that blew up. Lovely. Fucking lovely."
"Veritaserum and alcohol don't mix well," Moody said. With a wave of his wand, the writing-desk vanished.
"Whatever. I'm leaving, regardless."