Dorcas usually avoided the Leaky Cauldron, preferring to keep a lower profile by sticking to Muggle bar or the Hog's Head, but today a customer had chatted her up and invited her to meet him for a drink at the Leaky when she closed up shop, and Dorcas thought (as she often did) sure, why not, free beer.
But she'd waited an hour now, and drained two drinks in the process--drinks she'd paid for out of her own pocket--so it was with a scowl that she finally stood up to leave.
She'd already turned up her collar against the chill outside when she caught sight of Diggle and his mound of paperwork at a nearby table. Diggle, who was always after her to come work for the Prophet full time. She paused and thought it over a minute before turning to head to his table. Maybe she'd get a free drink tonight, after all.
"Am I interrupting a romantic evening?" she asked, raising a brow as she looked pointedly at the stack of papers occupying the other chair.