"Gold," Nessie shrugged, folding her arms over the tabletop and smiling as if she'd lost nothing but pocket lint. She'd long since learned that getting upset when she lost or forgot something would be a waste of time. And utterly depressing. "To Diagon Alley? Had some shopping to do. Couldn't put it off any longer. My clothes are starting to fall apart, dragons are tough on things." She paused, her mind finally realising the timeliness of the hole in her pocket and chuckled. "The pub I just came to for a drink. Always makes shopping easier. At least this dull sort of shopping."