Rather than sit at the most crowded bar in Diagon Alley, 6 o'clock rolled around, and Micki was standing outside of Café Twin Montez, The Leaky Cauldron was much too crowded and rowdy for an intelligence like Micki to grace it, so she swept herself off to the little Café that was only open at times that were not unusual for a small café to be open at.
A fountain pen, paper, a book, and untidy hair was what walked through the door as Micki swept into the bar, a much too large traveling cloak adorning her shoulders. She took no notice of anyone inside the bar, simply swept past a couple of tables, half knocking them over with the heavy material of her cloak as it whipped by, knocking things over and sending chairs flying.
Once at the counter, Micki half slammed her fist on the counter and said: "A tea, two sugars, and a jar of peanut butter." Micki pulled out her wallet and swept off to a corner booth, her book under one arm. It wasn't unusual for Micki to order Peanut Butter, and the café had gotten pretty used to keeping itself in stock of peanut butter, so there was hardly a delay between when she sat down, to when her tea and peanut butter was set in front of her.
"Thank you kind sir!" She said enthusiastically, before setting her fountain pen on the paper, and looking around the room, surveying her own destructive path, and watching the reactions of the people who were confronted with such an odd person.