She bumped in the Leaky Cauldron to shelter from sudden summer downpour. At first she was surprised by the rain, but then remembered herself she was in England, it must have been common here.
She looked around the pub and found that nothing had changed since the last time her father brought her here. It was shortly after the end of the school year, she was young, perhaps 12. The owl had brought news of the extraordinary meeting of the Order so her dad took her with him. Of course, he didn't let her anywhere near the house where they held meetings, so she spent one whole day in a small room he had rented for her in the attic of a pub, she only had a couple of books and a bottle of Butterbeer. When it became too boring she tried to sneak out into the Diagon Alley she ran into big yellowish dog with too many legs who wasn't too thrilled to see her. Thanks to Tom's intervention she pulled out with only a torn clothing. After that, she didn't tried to leave the room.
She greeted a couple of wizards and witches that she met at work with a gentle nod and sat down at the table farthest from the door.
"One exploding lemonade, please," she ordered after short review of a menu. She has never tasted their lemonade, and hoped that wouldn't be her last drink in her life. Maybe the next time she will pay more attention to the warning list. She sighed, knowing it was too late to change his mind now and looked at the sound of a babbling behind. In the picture that showed a long table with 10 wizards playing poker and drinking Butterbeer has emerged brawl. Two wizards, one tall with bushy blond hair and one fat with a sombrero on his head began to push around a mug of Butterbeer, not noticing that they are spilling a drink. Others tenants in an attempt to separate them just caused more confusion.
"Uo, guys, calm down. Come on and I'm buying you drinks, just just don't settle this place to the ground, please.", she smiled at them, hoping they would stop. For a moment they stopped looking at her, greeting her with taking off their hats and then continue the fight. She helplessly sighed and gave up the unsuccessful attempt to introduce peace.
"1 galleon, ma'am," the waitress dropped her drink on the table, "and don't be scared, they're fighting at least three times per hour," she cast a glance at the picture and saw that the fight was now in full swing . She shrugged and pulled out a few galleons from her pocket and handed it to the waitress, "Keep the change.", she smiled as the waitress went and looked into the glass on the table. On the surface, opaque yellow liquid were created small volcanoes throwing lemonade few inches into the air. Once again she sent her prayers if there is someone up there and took a sip.
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