He pushed into the dingy café, eyes cast to the grimy floor, as he cast his memory back even further. The time before the last time he had been in a café, there had been that flirty waitress who had actually seen him reading a wizarding newspaper. But she hadn't been shocked the way most Muggles would be at the sight of still photographs moving. The bird had been flirtatious, even offering to take him out after her shift. Harry chuckled. That had been close to two years ago, and Dumbledore of all people had managed to bollocks that potential date up.