She arrived at the pub through the green fire, attracting attention for only a short moment. She sighed in relief and brushed the ashes off the robes she wore to further consolidate her disguise. She was thankful Molly hadn't commented on her curious choice of clothing for the day. Feeling the stares of a few patrons, the Potter Heiress straightened her posture and held her head up high, putting on a mask of cold indifference. Folding her hands in front of her, she glided through the pub's back entrance and to the streets of Diagon Alley. However, she froze upon realizing that Voldemort hadn't specified exactly where they would meet so she settled for wandering around aimlessly until she eventually bumped into the Dark Lord.