Cordelai's week had been alright, she supposed. It wasn't the best she'd had but it wasn't the worse, not by far. Two Pureblood events - balls, one by her family and one by another - had seen her dressed up in perfection with full length gowns and heels. But that had been enough if that's and Core was longing for something more active, more fun than politeness and girly gossip. No, she wanted clubs and alcohol and flirting.
And so, dressed in a miniskirt and a sleeveless tank top, Cordelai entered the Leaky Cauldron. Glancing around the room, she didn't see anyone interesting - yet - and so made her way to the bar, taking a seat and signalling to the bartender. Without needing to speak, he brought her a Pina Colada; it was a Friday, and Friday's meant one of her favourite Muggle drinks. Sipping at the drink, she scanned the room, taking in as much as she could.
And then, she heard someone muttering next to her and turned slightly to better catch the words. A smirk touched her lips, and she scooted a bit closer, not bothering to even try and hide the fact she'd been eavesdropping. "Yes, she looks rather drab, doesn't she?" she replied. "It's like her great-grandmother dressed her, no?" There was a pause, and then she stuck out a hand. "Cordelai," she introduced. Perhaps she had misjudged, and there was someone of interest after all.
