Hannah Abbot makes her way over to our table, and I dread having to nicely ask that she allow Gin and I to eat privately. That worry was for naught as she slides a notepad out of her apron while clicking a muggle pen, donning a warm smile. Her strawberry blonde-ish hair is pulled back into a ponytail with bangs covering her forehead- other than the fact that it’s pulled up instead of down, she looks exactly like when we were in school.