Scarlett was in England, taking a day from her hectic study life. She decided to go for a drink in the Leaky Cauldron, seeing as it was a place she used to frequent often when she was younger. She walked into the dark, dank tavern and walked over to the bar, taking a seat a couple of seats away from a girl she vaguely recognised. She sipped on her butter beer when it was bought to her, after she had ordered it, before it finally clicked as to who the girl was.
"Lizzie?" she questioned as she moved over next to her, hoping she wasn't mistaken, because that would be terribly awkward.