He came to a halt in front one of those small cafes that tended to be popular down in these tube stations, remembering too, the last time he had been in one of these. He finished his previous thought: .... and, yet, the first time he and his mates had taken a pause to rest for a cuppa, they had gotten into a blast-fight against Doloholv and Rowle, complete with wands and nearly in front of a Muggle waitress! Harry absently felt for his wand in his back pocket. Not as though he thought he would have cause to use it.