Auror

The Leaky Caldron was deserted of customers apart from one man, who sipped his butterbeer quietly.

“Oy mate, it’s six o clock! Why are you always here so damn early?” spoke Ellis Anelli, owner of The Leaky Cauldron.

The man chuckled slightly. “That would be on account of my roommate. Doesn’t know I’m a wizard.”

“Ah, I see. So this roommate of yours, male? You interested in him?”

John sighed. How did people always get here so fast?

Ellis smiled knowingly, taking that as a yes.

John stole away, paying and thanking Ellis awkwardly.

John walked down almost deserted streets and alleyways until finally he stood in an obscure part of Diagon Alley.

In front of him was Sherlock’s pack of cigarettes.