Abbey walked into the bar, and sat down at a table in a secluded corner. Sighing, she dumped her schoolbags on the table and pulled out her potions homework. She was supposed to be writing down the correct steps of a potion they'd made in class, but she just couldn't remember what the ingredients were. Frustrated, Abbey through the half-written on piece of parchment back in her bag, along with her bottle of ink and her quill. Abbey heard a small 'crack' as her ink bottle broke in the bottom of her bag. "Ugh!" Abbey cried, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. Abbey pulled out her sopping parchment and threw it down on the table. She picked up a napkin and dabbed at the piece of parchment, trying to expunge any of the black ink she could.
Sighing, Abbey put the drying parchment back into her bag, making a mental note to clean her bag later so it wouldn't have a gigantic ink-stain on the bottom of her bag in the morning to worry about. Abbey disdainfully wrapped the broken ink pot in a napkin and set it on the side of the table to throw away later. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that she'd been so busy with homework and Quidditch that morning that she'd forgotten to eat breakfast. Abbey ordered a butterbeer and a burger, and sat back in the booth, trying to relax. Abbey wished that someone was here to help relieve all the pressures of the school year; things had not been this hard in her third year...