The few days leading up to the first of September had been such a madhouse. Lee had experienced said madhouse from the comfort of his one bedroom flat right above Diagon Alley. Every morning, particularly on weekends, the place was packed with people. Surely, it had meant the usual rush and boom for places like WWW, Flourish, and the Leaky. Why, even Lee had gotten in on the sales and finally purchased a few bottles of iridescent ink over at Flourish and Blotts and a set of brand new quills. He walked into the Leaky on Saturday and sat at the bar, not too far away from where Susan was.
"How's shakes," Lee asked, leaning over the wood bar with one arm and resting his cheek on his curled up fist.