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Hannah Abbott (ex_tonicandg693) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hannah had traded shifts with another at the Health Centre so she could be at the Leaky Cauldron today. The beginning and end of terms were always busy for the pub and she did worry about her uncle, even if he insisted that he was as healthy as a hippogryff. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but it was just for her piece of mind that she'd spent most of her day there,

The crowd was winding down, however. In fact, most of it had been gone before the late lunch crowd had even tucked in for their meal, but she'd hemmed and hawed about leaving just yet. By six, though, she'd run out of little projects to do and her uncle was getting that look in his eye that indicated he would sooner throw her out on her ear than listen to her fuss any longer. He was a dear man, just grumpy, but her feet were killing her and Hannah knew when to admit defeat.

"Excuse me," she stepped around the young woman standing in the back courtyard that was the entrance to Diagon. "Are you waiting to be let through?" Most muggles wouldn't be in Diagon by now, the mediwitch thought to herself, what with the children on the train and it much to early for owls home with lists of things forgotten and desperately needed.