Emma did not spend the entirety of her working class in pubs. Had that been the case, she was sure that she would have had a far more relaxing lifestyle and would have been generally happier overall. Nevertheless, she did seem to be frequenting them quite often lately, and while she wasn't about to complain, she did wonder what it said about her class of clientele when this was the kind of meeting that they arranged. It might not, strictly speaking, be concerned with her law work, or even, come to that, entirely legal, but it was the principle of the thing that mattered, and if some of her more illustrious clients got the idea that she spent her working hours boozing then she would simply hemorrhage business left, right, and centre.

But there were some things which had to be done, for the sake of family, and so here she was, doing them. Glancing down at the slim gold watch on her wrist, Emma realised that she was, once again, the victim of her own efficiency; half an hour early. And sitting on her own for half an hour even in the Leaky Cauldron was bound to attract attention... Selecting an occupied table at random, she weaved her way towards it. "Good morning. I wonder if I might sit down?"

-- @raven --