She walked back to the booth she always managed to sit in, not that there was much competition, the bar was never packed. On the table was the empty glass she had finished a few minutes before, a notebook and a pen. She had transfigured her parchment and quill on her way in, forgetting that they’re not really considered normal in the Muggle world and to be truthful, she just wanted to feel normal even for a short while. She carried on contributing to a list of all the things she wanted to achieve and the best way to achieve it, they were categorised by priority and ease. She had always been very meticulous.