Macnair never went home after work anymore. It was just stupid to go home, then go back out an hour for drinking. He just stayed out in Diagon Alley, doing an actual errand or two he had to do. First it was a stop at the Apothecary today. But after that he as going to go to his bar in muggle London. He hated mixing with that crowd, but there's only so much you can get in magical London before it became old and weak. He always grew bored and only went back when he wasn't. Well, he used to go back more frequently when the Three Broomsticks was open but now that no one reopened it he actually considered it himself. Why not have him own a bar? It seemed right up his alley.
As he walked down the muggle street, he noticed a figure always behind him, in the crowd, mixing nearly perfect but for always being there. Every time his head turned even slightly, it was there. He figured it was some commuter with the muggle attire, but he wasn't really a relaxed man. Still, he didn't approach them, heading for the bar without talking to anyone.