Nostalgia is a horrible emotion, but nothing could stop Priya Malviya from getting her regular order at Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. There's something about butterbeer ice cream with caramelized nuts, chocolate flakes and a dash of sea salt that just hits the spot and sets her taste buds alight. It was the shining brightness in the gray awfulness that is London during these months. Or any month. London is perpetually gray. Disgusting.

It was obviously her first stop after training, and Priya happily told the toppings machine exactly what she wanted then watched as it all poured down. Now if she could ignore the hollow feeling of nostalgia and find a table she's never sat in before, this would be an almost perfect experience.