Who: Hannah and Theodore What: A meeting Where: The Leaky Cauldron; Diagon Alley. When: Sunday Evening, 26th of October. Status: In progress.
Another Day, Another Dollar. Hannah recited to herself as she wiped down the counter top with a damp cloth. Her voice echoed off the clean metallic surfaces, making it sound louder than it actually was. The blonde was fond of proverbs. She collected them and had a veritable store cupboard full of little proverbs and sayings she had heard, found amusing and then saved for a later date when she would have a chance to use them. Now was the perfect opportunity to use that. She had been awake since dawn, working in the kitchen. Sunday mornings were one of their busiest days at the Leaky, with many of their customers stopping by for a traditional Full English Breakfast. Then, of course, there had been the families who came in for a Sunday Roast anytime from midday onwards.
Now, though, night was falling, they had stopped serving food and the only customers were those few regulars who came every week for a quiet Sunday night tipple. Tom was behind the bar, discussing various herbal treatments for arthritis with Joe (a hypochondriac with expensive taste in brandy) and Hannah was cleaning her kitchen as she sang along to the wireless.