Eleanor had never been as much of a partier as Emma was... or a flirt. In fact, one might say they were ying and yang as far as friends were concerned. She wasn't even sure why she had come, but she had, like it or not. She was wearing a pair of jeans and riding boots -- short black dresses hardly suited her. She looked around the Leaky Cauldron.
"It's much nicer looking now, at least," she admitted. "I do hope we see someone here who we know... All of these strangers are rather old looking."