It was the weekend and Effy was back in England. She had spent the previous night at some random rave with her Muggle friends, enjoying some MDMA and good music. But for today, she was in London, needing to visit The Leaky Cauldron as she hadn't been there in sometime; she missed the place.
Many heads turned once she walked in. She got stares everywhere she went. The fact that she had on a shirt that was about a few inches past her butt with a leather jacket, boots and fishnet tights on didn't help. She had a nice arse and a pair of nice, thin legs. Why not flaunt it? Flaunting it any way she could was better than having to wear that horrid thing they called a uniform that she wore at Durmstrang.
Reaching the bar, the bartender recognized her right away and asked whether she wanted a pint or a half-pint. Opting for the half-pint, she pulled out a tin case and out from it came a long, skinny stick that was covered in all white paper. After lighting it, she took a hit before blowing out the smoke so she could drink her half-pint. Merlin, she looked like a hot mess and it fit her perfectly. She used a middle finger to fix her makeup before looking around in The Leaky Cauldron. There was bound to be somewhere there whom she could have fun with.