Angus had been tracking one of the Lupins's greatest arch enemies and he had followed the murderer into muggle London and disappeared by hopping onto a crowded subway and fading into a crowd of muggles. He sighed. He didn't exactly look like a traditional muggle either, dressed as he was. He was wearing his long black leather duster and a wide brimmed black leather hat. He fit in fairly well in diagon Alley, but not so much here. He slipped his wand quickly into the pocket of the long black leather coat.
He sighed heavily, disappointed. It was cold and wet, and he'd tracked that sod for miles only to lose him. He saw a coffee shop. Well, it was either a coffee shop or a diner. One or the other. The waitress behind the counter and when she looked up, it made Angus want to laugh out loud. She seemed to be immediately crushing on Angus from the second she laid eyes on him.
"Take any seat you like, Sweetie," she gushed. He simply walked up to the counter and took a seat.
"You have any decent coffee?" he asked. "I could use a warm up."
"Well, I think I could warm you up any day," she flirted with him. She turned and went to get his mug of coffee. Angus tried to stifle a bit of a laugh. He drew out a few coins and put them on the counter before realizing that two of them were sickles. He quickly scooped up the sickles and replaced them with muggle coins. 'Smooth, Angus,' he thought to himself. 'Real smooth. And how old are you? Why don't you just lay your wand out there and tell everyone here you're a wizard?' He had pretty much gotten done with berating himself silently in his head when she returned with the coffee mug. "Thank you," he said.
"Sure, Doll," she smiled sweetly. She was about to speak again when the short order cook in the back shouted at her.
"Order up!" the voice called. The waitress turned and left to pick up the food order. Angus picked up the coffee mug and smelled it. It was coal black and industrial strength. Good. That was a welcome thing.