It was late night. Streets were cold and desolate, with few passersby who were literally running towards their goals. Hayley was freezing in tiny leather jacket, which obviously wasn't made for low temperatures. She was whistling a song, desperately trying to fill the silence. Snow brings joy and laugh to many people. Even the rare passers looked happy while resisting the wind. Hayley? She has always been more for warmer climates, the sun and the beach. Nostalgia and desire for the sun dragged her into the memories when she enjoyed the paradisiacal landscapes of Australia. Her reverie was interrupted by a sharp wind, for whom she hated winter even more. But at the end, the weather was expected given the time of the year.
As she walked, she grabbed her wand and immediately felt much safer. She was thinking about some charms to warm herself up when she saw a bar down the street.
Feeling relief, she hurried towards this seemingly seedy place. The bar was one of those places that people usually avoided, especially young girls, especially at this time of night. However, the mere thought of warm tea made Hayley go forward.
It did not take too long to see similarity with a Leaky Cauldron, and very quickly she came to the conclusion that this place owns someone with the wand.
She stopped in the doorway, peeking inside. Indeed, the place was almost empty, except for a few people who were sitting at the long bar, and only one table was occupied. It seemed like a place from Knockturn Alley, as a refuge for Death Eaters, and the man behind the bar just confirmed Hayley's thoughts. It was small, a bit stuffy and hot but somehow comfortable, and Hayley knew she had found her new favorite place. As she walked towards the bar, she pulled out her wand and wallet. For a moment she thought to take off his jacket, but shiver of the cold weather was still present, so she decided to keep her on for now. She sat between two men both of whom looked as they were million miles away. Not paying any attention to them, nor to a bit scary waiter, she took the menu even though she already knew what she wanted. Noticing that almost everyone drank strong drink, she thought to take one herself, but given the circumstances, tea was much more appealing.
"Fruit tea, please." with a smile, maybe a little too perky for this place, she turned to the waiter who wasn't even looked at. She puts her elbows on the counter, leaned her head on arms, thinking about how to kill boredom. For a moment she wanted to leave immediately, but between the the boredom and snow, the choice was easy. Even thinking about coldness and the wind made her shuddered. She thanked the waiter when he put the tea in front of her, but once again he ignored her. As she took a small sip, she leaned back on her chair, putting both hands around the cup in order to heat up.