The Laundered Note was a small restaurant close to the Leaky Cauldron, used by most in the wizarding world as a place to bring muggles on dates, all of the staff were fully trained witches and wizards willing and able to put out any fires, real or metaphorical. Euphemia Rickard was sat in at a table close to the rear, for her own privacy, sipping on a glass of fire whiskey and lemonade; a bad combination she had picked up at school and even 10 years after she had graduated she found hard to kick.

She had barely changed, she was still tall, blonde and the best legs in the family, even if her brother Hayden would disagree. At this moment in time she was wearing a mint green summer dress, with white sandals, her dark auburn hair was braided on one side but falling over her shoulder, she looked as girlie as she could without actually being naked. Her date, a muggle doctor was talking about some kid who had broken a bone whilst climbing a tree, she was happily pretending to listen. 'Why are you still here?' She thought to herself, as she fiddled with the napkin as she eyed her empty wondering if he'd give her the same critical eye at the second drink, that he had the first.

"So Effie, what do you do? You always avoid the question when I ask?" His comments cut through the silence, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, you were so happy to talk about your work." She smiled "I mean you helped that boy to walk again." She lifted her drink up making a show to run over her lips hoping his eyes would follow and forget what she was talking about.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she set the drink down on the clean white linen tablecloth. "My dad runs an owl sanctuary, I help him run it." She offered, the answer itself was not untrue but she helped out on her down days rather than run it. In truth she was a chaser for the Cardiff Creepers, a position that had granted her the most dangerous player, two years running, being a Slytherin had its advantages, her reputation had preceded her along with her right hook and left knee.

"Oh, owl sanctuary?" His tone audible dropped before he sipped, his Perrier and lime. "Is there much call for that in London?"

"You'd be surprised where there are owls." The smile she gave him did not reach her owls she was starting to get tired of him.

"Well, it's not a real job though, is it? I mean, it's not like being a doctor." He smirked behind his glass as he sipped it again.

"Well, I will happily take working with my family helping owls, then being a doctor, obviously you have the condescension down to a tee."

"Hang on a minute..."

"No, Silencio." She held up her hand silencing, his mouth flapping open like a fish out of water. "You will listen to me. You are an arrogant and rude man, I'm going to call the night to an end now." She looked out catching the eye of her waitress. "Can I get the check and a memory remover... make that two."

She stood heading to the podium to pay as her waitress helped the man to his feet before undoing her magic, she sighed as she downed her drink. "Well, that ruined my evening." She said to herself as the Manager Tomas walked over, "You know one of these days you're going to run out of men to date." He smiled at her as she paid him for her table, drinks and the extra service.

"I'm sorry he was just so condescending." She sighed to herself as she pushed a lock of hair from her eyes.

"I could hear, he sounded like an arse." He nodded.

"He was." She gave a sigh, "Now I'm all dressed up and nowhere to go." She sighed, "I'll see you next time I'm on a date." She smiled heading out the small place walking tot he Cauldron. She moved to the bar. "Can I get a whiskey and lemonade?" She asked as she moved to the stool sitting down, she'd have one then head home for another night in front of the TV hoping that something good was on.

"Effie?" She tensed hearing her name being called "Effie Rickard?" Turning in her seat she was face to chest with someone, looking up into the deep dark brown eyes of the past sent heart racing. "Finn." The word barely escaped her lips as a thousand memories flooded her body.

"Hey, Effie." He gave her a shy smile, "How are y..." The word never ended as she slapped him hard across the cheek.