Hestia rested her cheek on her hand and sighed and stared the paper in front of her. She was utterly bored to death. Her parents had made her promise to wait for them to get off work before doing her school shopping. She considered herself luck to have barely convinced them to allow her to wait in the Leaky Cauldron as opposed to apothecary shop. However, she hadn’t counted on the dour atmosphere of the place. Glancing around for what was probably the millionth time she muttered to herself, “Merlin’s beard is it too much to ask for one interesting person to come in here?”