Lisa never would have thought she'd say she was sick of looking at photographs, but after twenty-four hours of scrutinising picture of the event from the previous weekend, she was about ready to give up photography and Quidditch. She'd pulled out all the stops, collected every photograph she could--and there were more coming on Monday. And these weren't even the fun photographs; they were the bottom of the barrel, I-was-just-testing-my-flash sort of pictures. And candids. Merlin, there was nothing she hated more than random candids.
But she did actually feel like leaving her flat for the first time in a week, so maybe that was something. Whatever funk that had settled over her after the exciting weekend seemed to be a bit better, even if it had now turned to boredom. All the better reason to go elsewhere and be bored. Maybe she wouldn't even be bored alone.
There was barely a thought involved in choosing her destination, and as soon as she realised she had decided, she scowled at herself. Pendragon's bloody Pub. But she wasn't in the mood to over-think it. So what if the guy she was occasionally shagging seemed to be the only person who had time for her lately? It didn't make seeing him bad...just the lack of seeing anyone else all the more pitiful.
With her bag of photographs slung over her shoulder, she apparated to the entrance and strolled into the pub, determined not to be irritable for once this week. She stopped halfway to the bar, frowning slightly. Isaac wasn't behind the bar. She glanced down at her watch. No, this was his usual shift. Then she rolled her eyes at herself. He was allowed breaks, and even the occasional day off. It didn't matter.
She sat down at one end of the bar, as far away from everyone else as she could get and started pulling out her work while she waited for the bartender--the same one who'd been at the Quidditch Exhibition, she noted--finished with his current patrons.