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Ron walked down Diagon Alley, broom swung over his shoulder and dirty kit in a duffle. He didn't know why he had the sudden urge to visit The Leaky Cauldron, but it was there, nagging at the back of his mind.
Ron pulled his hood further over his head, and hoped that there weren't many reporters about, even off duty (being a quidditch star had it's down points) as he pushed open the door and made his way to the bar.
"A bottle of Firewhiskey please, and a glass." Ron said, glancing up at the barmaid and giving a quick smile. He extracted a couple of galleons from his pocket and handed them over, "keep the change." He winked before selecting a table near the back of the pub.
Ron pulled his hood further over his head, and hoped that there weren't many reporters about, even off duty (being a quidditch star had it's down points) as he pushed open the door and made his way to the bar.
"A bottle of Firewhiskey please, and a glass." Ron said, glancing up at the barmaid and giving a quick smile. He extracted a couple of galleons from his pocket and handed them over, "keep the change." He winked before selecting a table near the back of the pub.