London was busy. Much too busy. Kain occasionally enjoyed the busy, but right then he was more interested in taking it back a notch. Besides, being around muggles was annoying. He couldn't use any spells at all, and while he had lived the first several years of his life unaware of magic he could hardly stand not using it now. Pushing through the throngs of people, his eyes finally landed on The Leaky Cauldron. Thankful he had not been far, and with two plastic bags clasped in his fist, he casually slid into the cooler, much quieter pub. The air was hanging with smoke, and off in the corner he spotted a little smoke dragon attacking a little smoke knight which was being controlled by two older men. He smiled a little at the show but kept going. The bright light from the outside world and lessened his sight in the darker pub, but he was rapidly gaining that back to see the finer details of the many portraits hanging across the walls and the people sitting in various chairs throughout the pub. Kain inhaled deeply, and was suddenly very hungry. Pushing aside his messy brown hair, the tips of which were currently yellow, he made his way over to the bar. "Whats the specials today?" He asked the red head behind the counter. He sat himself onto one of the stools, putting his forearms down onto the counter and letting his plastic muggle bags levitate under the bar beneath his knees. "I'll take a butter beer." he added on, still wanting to know the specials. He ran a hand across his neatly kept goatee and then put it down in front of him again. There was a man a few stools over from him who kept trying to hide what was obviously mini ferrets into his pockets. A weird, shady fellow that Kain simply ignored for the time being.