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[sir_weasley]

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

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[assuesco]

Lisa walked through the doors of The Leaky Cauldron, it's been years since she last stepped into the nostalgic inn... it was the place she called home for about two months before she moved in with Michael Corner. She maintained a low profile however, surely there were some magic folk here to whom she owes money.

She got herself a small bottle of butterbeer, a sight for sore eyes - to her, at least. Mixing drinks almost every night tended to steer one away from alcohol. Without really looking or pay any attention, she headed to the back table, the one she used to sit at regularly.

She looked up when she reached the table, about to pull the chair out when she found a hooded man standing in front of her, pulling out another chair.

[sir_weasley]

Ron glanced up as he heard footsteps approach, chair half pulled out and broom resting precariously against the wall.

"Can I help you?" Ron asked, watching the young lady as she reached for the chair.

[assuesco]

Lisa held up her bottle, "No, I'm pretty much all set, thanks." She pulled out her chair all the way and moved to sit down. She looked up at the man, whom she assumed was a new grim waiter or other, and wondered why he wasn't going away yet.

[sir_weasley]

"I think you'll find I was here first." Ron nodded at his whiskey and glass, which were set in the middle of the table. He pulled out his chair fully and sat down, giving her a quick smile. "There are plenty of other tables."