Andrew walked into the Leaky Cauldron one afternoon, hoping to get a butterbeer and chat with some of the people within the bar. He was wearing pretty average clothes, a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans with sneakers, as he wasn't thinking he would meet anyone today. He just wanted to relax a bit and have a couple drinks and maybe see a movie in America. The movies were getting pretty stupid, yet there was always that one movie that was pretty good.
He walked over towards the bar and sat down on one of the stools, looking at the bartender and waiting patiently for her to come over and ask what he wanted. When she did, he asked for a simple butterbeer, nothing more, nothing less. A minute or two later, she returned and slid the warm drink down towards him. He grabbed the handle of the mug and quickly inhaled a small portion of the drink, it's warm effects useless against his past experiences of drinking many at a time. Butterbeers were like his drug.
Before he continued his next swig, he looked around the bar, making sure he hadn't noticed anyone familiar in the bar. He didn't find anyone that may have known him. He thought to himself that maybe he would be all by himself today, something he had for a good amount of time.