Albie was just settling into some relaxing breathing to combat the discomfort of the needle when his brow furrowed. He looked at Raz, doubtful that it was a coincidence. Working in the pub, he was at least vaguely familiar with a good chunk of the twenty-something popular as most people passed through the Leaky Cauldron at some point or another.
"Jules wouldn't happen to be short for Juliet, would it?"