WHEN: 27TH MARCH 1968 WHERE: THE LEAKY CAULDRON WHO: OPEN
News travelled fast in Wizarding London (depending on who you knew, of course), and while he had heard murmurs about this and that from various conversations that surrounded him, nothing had grabbed his attention. Yet. Xander had positioned himself at the end of the bar, the Daily Prophet in hand, as he perused the paper while waiting for one of his associates.Â
âIt seems like a slow news day,â he muses, tutting his tongue, flipping to the puzzle segment of the paper. Heâd always gotten bored quickly, much to his parentsâ chagrin when he was younger. And it was a full moon yesterday, something that - no matter how hard he had tried - heâd always taken the care to track. He hadnât been to see Mason, it had been years, and yet part of him still worried.Â
âI suppose a slow news day is good.â A smile tugs at his mouth, not certain whether it was for his own benefit, or those around him. It had seemed lately that no news was good news. The difference was subtle (but present), particularly when he still travelled frequently between England and home, the former slowly changing before his eyes every time they returned.
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After a long day at work, Andromeda's legs had carried her to The Leaky Cauldron. It hadn't been a conscious a choice, but something inside her clearly longed for a drink. Pushing open the door to the tavern, Andromeda stationed herself at the bar and began looking over a couple of her case notes, relieved it wasn't Sirius who took her order. Andromeda wasn't in the headspace for strained conversation, but was too polite not to respond with enthusiasm when people spoke with her.
The man to her left was flicking through The Daily Prophet, speaking aloud as he perused through the headlines, which as she knew well, read more of the same. "A comedian are we?" Andromeda replied, grasping her red wine from the bar as it was placed in front of her, continuing to look at her cases. "It feels like the news hasn't changed for the past three years."



















