Characters: Draco Malfoy and Hannah Abbott Date: Friday 5 September 2001 Time: 8pm Location: Leaky Cauldron
Draco entered the Leaky Cauldron in a decidedly foul mood. Stomping was never his style, but every movement he made emphasized his irritation. Morning edition of the Prophet clutched tightly in his hand, he strode over to the bar and settled himself on a stool.
He was dressed in simple black, severe robes and his hair was hanging in his face. Silver eyes covered by white-blond fringe, he bowed his head over the Prophet, half growling, "Firewhisky, please." The polite term being far more habit than intent.
He'd spent the early hours before his mother woke at his father's grave by himself. The cemetery was deserted, though thankfully, the Malfoy mausoleum wasn't desecrated. Not that he'd been there since spring. Not since the undead twenty-seven year old version of his father arrived at the door of the Manor. Of course, his mother rose earlier than usual, and when he'd returned home, she was there, waiting for him. Spending the anniversary of his father's suicide catering to his mother was not how he'd planned things.
To make his day complete, he'd stopped by Diagon Alley and found a Daily Prophet spouting something about Separatist arrests. Which led him to drinking at the Leaky Cauldron instead of home. At least here, he wouldn't be expected to hold his mother together. Or himself for her benefit. Firewhisky as an excuse for withdrawal sounded far too tempting to turn away.