A Black Labrador came to a stop outside of the Leaky Cauldron and a second later a man appeared in its place. The man looked disgruntled and his hair which had been cut the day prior had become shaggy and unruly after the run. He was running his hands through his hair and trying to get some kind of plan together in his head. He'd walked out of Sparks after having a god-awful temper tantrum which would have befitted Jenifer more than anything and he'd nigh on ended his relationship with Khaat after what, one day of marriage?
Sighing, he pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron and walked inside, slamming the door behind him. He marched inside and a few elderly looking wizards got up out of his way. He had a scowl on his face that probably could have killed Snape and even the barmaids, who were usually happy to see Rob, looked hesitant.
He slid onto a barstool and one of the barmaids came over with a large glass of Firewhisky. The girl set it on one of the beer mats and smiled at Rob who flicked a sickle in her direction. He wasn't interested but the whisky was definitely a point in the right direction for him. He would probably go back to Jen's house later or at a last resort back to see his mother. Charlotte would be happy to see him and his aunts would probably prattle on about how much he'd grown. Then he'd probably break out his grandmother's stash of age-old brandy, finishing of the night spectacularly. It was a bloody brilliant plan even if he said so himself.