#18dec1981

The Leaky Cauldron

“Oh come on mate, one more drink! It’s not even that late!” Dirk shouted at the bartender’s back as he retreated, the rough man clearly having had enough of the younger lad's presence at the bar. He’d stacked the assortment of packages and gifts he’d found in various shops on Diagon Alley around his seat, occupying far more space than he ought to. Still, a cursory glance around the establishment would be enough to tell any visitors that the usually raucous pub was rather poorly attended, the driving snow that belted against the windows probably enough to dissuade even the heartiest souls. Having asked for the day off to complete some much needed shopping, Dirk had buttoned his coat up tightly and donned a roguish cap, setting off in the streets and wading through the drifts, even as his arms became ever more burdened with bags and boxes.