 Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
The Leaky Cauldron wasn't Florrie's usual port of call for lunch. She much preferred high-end establishments around other parts of London, or if she was particularly busy a solo latte as she continued working. But every couple of weeks she would make her way here, and sit with her latte and her mermaid salad and look thoroughly disinterested at everything that was happening around her.
Which, for the most part, was accurate. She was always observing the goings on, however, wondering if - no, when she would see or hear something that would make her invaluable in the trade. The trade of secrets and gossip. Tiny tidbits here and there were all well and good, but they weren't going to give her a column based on a relatively unknown Quidditch player maybe stepping out on his girlfriend, after all. So far, however, she didn't much need to fake the looking bored part.
Another day, another severe lack of interesting people present.
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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