Roger jumped ever so slightly at the poke on his side; of course Mandy would attack his ticklish region. Walking inside the Leaky Cauldron behind her, he looked around the pub. His prediction was right: while there was a lot of activity inside, it was nowhere near as crowded or loud as Diagon Alley.
“I don’t see Hannah,” Roger said with a note of disappointment in his voice as he scanned the packed bar area. “Fancy a drink? It’s on me.”