First Time In London (Open to a Death Eater or Two)

It was a warm, fall day when the doors to the White Wyvern opened up and a gust of hot air followed a young man inside the establishment. As the door was closed voices were heard from all around muttering about "as long as it's closed we have no issues". Jonathan paid them no attention and stopped for a moment and glanced around the room looking for an empty table. Dirty glances were given back to the wizard as it must have appeared the six foot three inch, man that closely resembled a viking was looking to who he was going to fight next, but that was not what this glance was. This glance was purely a simple where's an empty table glance.

The voices gave away and all was quiet as the young wizard started to walk to an empty booth that was facing the door, of which was the main entry. 'Good place to sit, I can see who comes and goes' he thought to himself as he sat down in the booth and started to look around. 'Not the best place, but it will have to do! I need a drink and something to eat after what I just have done' he thought before he began to grab the menu and flopped it open on the table.

A female woman who appeared to be not much older than himself walked over to the booth and asked as she placed a hand on the table and started to lean down "May I get you something to drink." 

Jonathan looked up and said, "Umm, sure, make it a glass of brandy and bowl of your best chili." The wizard watched as the waitress wrote the order down and turned around and walked away. 'If this food isn't good then I am going to go back to Norway and hope I got away clean' he thought as he took his leather jacket off and placed it beside him on the booth seat.