Demi was not pleased. Upon coming to work, she'd been accosted by a small group of female coworkers she associated with. It seemed that one of their little group had been dumped rather spectacularly by their boyfriend, and was inconsolable. It was annoying to say the least, and yet she was still very much expected to simper and guy bash with the rest of them. She had to do it, as she wished to continue to be an approachable and friendly figure within the Institute. It would mean she would receive less grumbling and resistance as she moved up the ladder.
After a days work, she was then horrified to be drug out for drinks. It was only Monday! Drinks should wait until later in the week at least! But what was more horrifying was that she was drug into Muggle London for said drinks. She had no muggle cash on hand, she didn't ever going into the muggle world unless absolutely necessary. It simply was not her world. Thankfully they allowed her to exchange money at Gringotts, and off they went.
Demi was fully ready to leave an hour after being there, drinking, but then a group of charming men - muggles - approached the table of females. They chatted up the girls, one attempting to catch her attention, but she was having none of it. The last straw came when the man dared to put his hand upon her thigh. She removed, got up and excused herself to the bathroom.
Standing there, she collected herself, lest she go out there and hex the man into a bed at St. Mungo's. The audacity! To touch her without her permission! It made her skin crawl. But after a few minutes, she stepped out and saw her salvation. Oliver Wood, sitting at the bar. They did not really know each other at all, being from different houses and such in school, and not running in the same circles, but... a wizard! One whose name she knew, who could help her erect a ruse to save herself from possible incarceration from hexing a muggle in a muggle establishment.
She immediately walked over to him, smiling as if they were indeed friends. "Hi, fancy seeing you here," she said cheerfully as she slid onto the stool next to him. And without shifting the expression on her face she added, lowly. "Please help me, my friends dragged me here, and this man simply will not keep his paws off of me, and I'm afraid I'm going to hex him and end up in Azkaban if he tries again, which he will. So please just talk with me a bit until I can slip out?" She fiddled with her hair a bit to shield her face from the table her friends, and the deplorable man, were at as she gave him a pleading look.