Jemma stepped into The Leaky Cauldron. She couldn't remember the last time that she had set foot in that place. This place. She wasn't used to it. She looked around the room. It didn't seem to have changed at all. The wooden beams were there, same as ever. Well if they weren't, the place would have fallen down, so it's a bloody good thing that they are, Jemma thought. She just stood by the doorway for a moment, taking everything in. Until of course, someone wanted to actually enter the pub and she had to unblock the doorway.
She walked over to the bar, thinking she should probably buy something. After all, it would be rude to stay and not to get anything. Scanning the menu, she decided to stick with a butterbeer. It reminded her of her childhood a bit - it was always what everyone drank.
"One butterbeer please," she asked the barman, leaning against the bar. She didn't want to sit at the bar and she knew if she sat down she wouldn't be able to get back up again. She handed over the correct change and took her drink and turned around to face the rest of the room. She spotted an open table across the other side of the room.
Jemma was making her way across the room when she tripped over a chair leg and although she managed to stop herself from falling over; she spilt half of her butterbeer over herself and the floor.
"Shit," automatically came out, "Excuse my language." she then hastily added, in case there were children around. She placed her butterbeer down on the empty table and got out her wand to clear up the mess. Luckily she managed the charm, despite not using it in years. She got up from the floor and checked for any stray butterbeer on her clothes or the floor. Way to make a memorable return to the pub, she thought to herself.
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