The morning sunlight streamed through the stained glass into the newly reopened Leaky Cauldron. Perhaps because there were few customers in the shop, old Tom sat behind the counter with nothing to do, casually flipping through a newspaper while grumbling to himself about how hard it was to make a living running the Leaky Cauldron these days.
Ever since the last wizarding war, the pub's patrons had visibly dwindled, and old Tom had long suspected that the majority of his regulars had perished in that conflict.
Such suspicions were hardly unfounded.
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