Narrative Who: Hannah Abbott & Susan Bones When: April 1st, early evening Where: Outside St Mungo's and a nearby restaurant Rating: PG Status: Complete Summary: Hannah catches up with Susan upon arrival to London
Hannah was grateful for the featherweight-charmed shoulder bag she'd invested in before she'd started her seventh year - it made carrying all her belongings around with her a much easier task. Not that she had much to speak of - a journal, filofax, two pairs of jeans, five pairs of underwear, a pair of birkenstocks, a pair of sneakers, and three shirts. She'd gotten the tube from King's Cross Station where her train from Bath had gotten in a little over an hour ago, and now stood across the street from the dilapidated shopfront which hid the entrance to St Mungo's.
There was a small cafe just around the corner, and Hannah managed to get a table where she could still keep an eye on the exit. Pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes, she ordered herself a hot chocolate and picked through her bag for some money, almost passing the cashier a galleon. Crossing her legs, she leaned back into the chair and prayed Suse would come out before it rained or someone spotted her. She wasn't really in the mood for small talk unless it was from the mouth of a hot masseuse working her travel-worn muscles to putty.