[open] What the?

Elliot stood at the bar of the rather antiquated looking pub he'd been directed to, feeling distinctly out of place. It wasn't only the interior that made him uneasy. Elliot was certain that despite the seeming age of the place, this pub hadn't existed just one week ago. Elliot was a student. He noticed things like that.

"Excuse me," he tried to flag down the waitstaff.

Speaking of waitstaff, the weird attire of both the staff and patrons of this place hadn't escaped his notice, either. Elliot already knew he was getting into something bigger than what had been explained to him already, he just couldn't tell what, yet.

Declan looked up when someone entered and seemed to be looking for help. Something about the man was odd, though Declan couldn't put his finger on it. He seemed confused somehow, yet anyone who could enter the Leaky tended to understand what they had wandered into. Then again, he was not oblivious to all of the bizarre things that had been happening in their world lately.

First the snow had rampaged the entirety of their world. Then it was all they seemed able to do to keep the Order from going entirely mad. If they Prophet was telling the truth, though, someone had attempted an attack on the Minister, and everyone seemed to think it was the more dramatic and radical of the current so-called leaders of that group.

Walking around the edge of the bar, Declan passed a nod in the direction of one of his waitresses, telling them without words that he would greet the newcomer. As he approached, Declan lifted his chin slightly, to show that he had noticed the other man.

"Afternoon," he greeted with a friendly smile. "Are you looking for someone? You're welcome to snag a table if they're on their way, or I can set you up a room if you're looking for a place to stay."

He'd just been going to order a Breezer and sip it till whatever was supposed to happen... happened. Elliot wasn't totally savvy to the changes going on in his life yet, but he'd watched enough films to know about keeping a low profile lest someone blast his head off before he had the opportunity to learn more.

On the other hand, this guy seemed ridiculously accommodating (both literally and metaphorically). Maybe he was the person Elliot was supposed to find.

"Yeah, actually," he found himself responding. "I've never been here before so I'm looking for someone who might be able to show me around."

That probably sounded ridiculous. Elliot had a broad London accent, which he'd made no attempt to disguise. Oh well.

Declan was slightly surprised to have someone ask him for a tour of his pub, but he supposed it wouldn't be very hospitable to say no. Then again, what adult wizard had not visited the Leaky on their way to Diagon Alley? Were it not for the accent, the Irishman would have assumed that this stranger was just foreign and not familiar with the area. But that didn't quite seem to apply.

"Um," he began, nodding slowly. "I can do that. Were you thinking the pub specifically? Or Diagon Alley in general?"

Looking around, he noted that the pub was not particularly busy - not busy enough to warrant his staying put when he had waitstaff, at least. "I have the time, either way."