Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Not being a fan of the Floo network, nor not having mastered Apparating yet, Elijah took a wide variety of modes of muggle transportation to get to London. It only took him a few hours, but he was glad to be out of the stuffy confinments of the busses and out into the open air. He turned around the familiar corners, tread down the familiar streets until he at last came upon the cast iron witch and cauldron to signal his arrival at the Leaky Cauldron. Eiljah smiled to himself and with a satisfied nod he walked inside.
The bell clanged brightly as he stepped inside the little pub. It was still fairly early in the morning, and there was already a lot of business going around. He took a quick minute to survey the area: No sign of Kay. With a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, Elijah made his way over to the bar; amongst quite a few people. One of whom he noticed was Jamie, a now 2nd year Ravenclaw. He'd gone behind the bar, dragging a friend with him. What is he playing at, Elijah thought, going behind the bar like he owns the place?
He ran his hand through his hair and knocked on the bar a few times to get the attention of whoever it was that was on shift this morning. "Can I get a cup of coffee please?" he asked to no one in particular just yet.
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