To say that Elijah had, had a bad day was a bit of an understatement. No one seemed to be interested in Potions anymore and not even students from Hogwarts who were in Hogsmeade Flooed to Diagon Alley to raid the shops of sweets and other supplies. The Apothecary was dead, worse than dead - it was six feet under the ground in a wooden box with dirt over the top and a headstone on the surface. It was insane.
Eli walked into the Leaky Cauldron and knew he deserved a Fire Whisky or something of the like. However that could wait for when he got back to school so Butterbeer was the best option for him now. Elijah walked up to the bar and ran a hand through his hair. He got a few Sickles out of his pocket and dropped them on the bar. "A Butterbeer please." he mumbled, tiredly.
As soon as he got his drink Eli cast his eyes around the bar to look for somewhere to sit and someone to sit with. He had spent the day staring at various poisons wondering just how lethal they actually were and he found himself wishing that he just used the damn things. Being surrounded by things like that with no one to talk to would do that to a guy.
Eli spotted a woman who looked like she'd had an equally bad time so he wandered over there, hoping to cheer her up and use his voice for the first time that day apart from the needless cursing when he dropped a vial of acid or something.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit with you? I've just had a really quiet day and it would be nice to have someone to talk to.