Who: Harry & Tim What: apologies &tc. When: Monday [backdated] Where: Tim's apothecary Warnings: TBD Status: Threaded; incomplete
On his lunch break, Harry headed for Diagon Alley, rather than to any of the places in or near the Ministry where he normally ate. He had more than lunch in mind today; this break was one of the few moments of free time he had, and he was hoping that he would be able to use it to find and speak to Tim. There was a high likelihood that he'd not be able to find the man: he had two jobs that Harry knew about, and he had not the faintest idea what else Tim did during the day. But given that he'd met him for the first time here in Diagon Alley around lunchtime, he figured it was probably a good bet.
Well, that, and he didn't want to go back to St. Mungo's unless absolutely necessary. He knew that the likelihood of being attacked there again was low, and it was not about fear of danger, not really-- if Harry had been the type to avoid dangerous places out of fear of injury or death, he would have led an entirely different life. It was more about the emotional association that he now had with the place, in much the same way that he had no interest in returning to the Department of Mysteries or the Astronomy Tower. He didn't have the time to spend on tracking down Tim, either, so if he didn't manage to catch him, an owl or a journal note would probably have to suffice.
But he arrived at the shop, and it was open. That didn't mean Tim was here; Harry recalled that there was an assistant, though he couldn't remember the man's name. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside and looked around.