The Leaky Cauldron was busy, but not crowded. She spotted him right away, his aristocratic stance and the overly dramatic flow of his expensive robes at odds with the rest of the clientele. There was a wide gap between him and the nearest customer, his slight sneer at the unwashed masses keeping anyone from approaching the spot at the wall against which he was too cultured to lean. Hermione hitched up her satchel and made her way towards him, unsure what exactly she should be displaying at the moment. Her normal façade of war hero and dutiful Ministry employee, loving wife, and devoted mother was ill-suited to escaping with her lover for parts unknown. Her other persona, well, that was never appropriate for public.