Fenrir Greyback is hunched over a tiffin box of steak and kidney pie from the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione picks at her own food, her stomach still sour after a night of drinking and chain smoking and not much sleep. Nevertheless, it’s a welcome and familiar taste. She’s pleased to know the Leaky hasn’t changed much since her time, though it likely hasn’t changed at all since the 16th Century. 