"Cummings," Robert frowned. "I know you can afford better than that. Why would you not at least go to the Leaky? Its a respectable pub and their rooms are clean, and the owner doesn't put up with nonsense upstairs. Hell, I thought you knew that. This isn't your first trip to London, after all. You do know better. And don't tell me it was for the good of your case. Thats nonsense."
A server who was finishing for the night came over and handed Robert an envelope. "Mrs. Quinn's checks, Sir," the server said. "Lizzie said they've been accumulating here. She thought you might want to deposit them."
"Indeed I do," Robert said, putting the envelope in his pocket. "Thank you." He stood up and put the galleons for the tea they'd had on the table. "Let's go, Jim." He walked outside into the deserted street. At this time of night, Diagon Alley was pretty much rolled up for the night. There was almost no one here now, and certainly not much of anyone of much repute.
He heard some sort of a shout in the distance, but it happened too quickly for him to catch the words. The next thing he knew he heard a roaring sound and the windows of Khaat's bistro and all the shops around him blew out, sending glass in every possible direction. Time seemed to stand still in Robert's mind and then he saw nothing but a wall of flame moving towards him and Jim. He realized it was all happening in the fraction of a second, but for some reason, it had blindsided hiim, taken him totally by surprise. And then his mind began to flash to Khaat, Brian, his grandchildren, Remus--and his own beloved Kate. And the fact that he didnt expect to see any of them again after the next fraction of a second went past.