*nods* If you were formally treated for... a subsequent, serious injury, your Healer would record any such damage in his or her notes. *doesn't offer to examine/treat Snape himself [but would do it if he were asked]*
Mmm. At any rate, the cafe and it's gastronomical delights vanished from Margate. At some point shortly after that, there was an... event that swept through Margate and that removed nearly everything I'd bought since I'd arrived.
I can't pinpoint whether the event was before or after the cafe vanished, since I hadn't been to the cafe in a while, and I was concerned with tracking down my things. *particularly having to have all of his clothing remade, which required going back to that mad Wicca practitioner who lived in the town, which had not left him in the best of moods, and certainly in no condition to go out and be social afterwards*
But when the cafe was there -- and it had been there from when I first arrived in Margate -- I could get into London, if only for a day at a time, but there was no Wizarding London. There was no Hogsmeade. Apart from those who congregated at the cafe, there were no wizarding folk in England and perhaps even the rest of the world, as far as I know.
If you'll recall, when I first met you here, I was coming to see the Professor about ordering things by owl, because I'd getting to those places in person before without any success. *shrugs* And now it seems I can.