The Leaky Cauldron was just as sticky, dingy, and dark as Draco remembered.  Mother stood off to the side of the floo, head held high and ignoring the glances she was getting from the before-lunch patrons.  It was unlikely they had read the Prophet yet, they were simply marveling at Narcissa Malfoy standing in their drunken presence.  Her dress was light grey today and flowy for the warmer air, though that effect was counteracted by the charcoal robes she wore over top, buttoned at her chest.