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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.
Quaint, nostalgic, and dingy.

The Leaky Cauldron would forever be a time capsule of her youth and the shadow her younger self once cast. She could still see some scratches in the floorboards that she had left while chasing Harley around, the Dalmatian her dragon and she the warrior princess who needed no saving. She half wondered if the scorch marks were still in the kitchen from that one time she had tried to cook a porkchop or some other kind of meat and nearly set the entire place on fire. Her hidey hole beneath a loose floorboard in one of the guest rooms that had been her own castle at one point had most likely been mended by now. Sachiko never really enjoyed coming back here and yet each time business brought her back to the UK...here she was.

Nose wrinkling as she walked towards the counter to order, she did not try all that hard not to let her resentment show. To think that at one point it had even been hinted at that she take over this place was laughable. Just because it was her birth place did not mean it was her destiny. France, Paris, was far superior and her career as a very successful high fashion model was sooooooo much better than being some peasant of a bar maid.

Gross.

Still, she supposed she could afford to indulge in the flavor of her past and ordered a chicken and grape salad with a rice pudding (the latter being a comfort food from the past) and moved to find herself a seat. The seats themselves left much to be desired. "Do they have trolls cleaning this place?" she groaned with a hard eye roll as she patted her cherry red Saffiano leather with gold accents bag for a hand towel...or two...and lay them down on the seat to protect her assets. "Honestly.."
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