It had not been an easy morning thanks to a particularly distressed family who had practically drawn wands on each other while trying to make plans for the funeral of a comparatively young woman. It had taken all of the skills of both Etta and her stepmother to bring them to a tentative compromise by the end of the meeting. Etta had developed a headache that wasn't going to be soothed by mediocre office coffee. She needed lunch, and possibly something indulgent afterwards.
She walked a little way out into Diagon Alley and immediately felt too warm in her black dress and jacket combo. She undid the clasp, but didn't actually shrug out of the jacket, just taking a few moments to take some breaths.
Pressing her fingers through her curls she massaged the point above the headache slightly and decided to head for Leaky. It was easy and convenient, but thankfully also tasty.
She only realised her eyes had been closed to guard against looking at the sun when she opened them and was confronted by a rapidly approaching Harrison. She'd seen him briefly a couple of times since they slept together and it was...mildly awkward in ways she couldn't quite get a handle on. Still, she offered him a mildly pained smile and a little wave. She wasn't much for ignoring people she knew unless they had truly infuriated her.