It was well after noon by the time Iggy managed to drag himself down the treacherous stairs of the Leaky Cauldron.  He'd been way too drunk the night before to apparate home or walk, despite its relative closeness to Diagon Alley, so he'd rented a room.  Or at least he was pretty sure he hadn't just wandered into an open room.  He knew he hadn't wandered into an occupied room at least.  Which whether he'd already paid or not was an accomplishment in its own right. 

Eyes shielded against the torches, thankful that sun wasn't shining in the windows thanks to the gloomy January weather, Iggy wandered over to the bar, "Please tell me you have a potion to cure a hangover?"  When the barkeep said they didn't, Iggy groaned, lowering his head to rest on the cold wood of the bar.  "Well then...  A bloody mary, a bacon butty, a slice of anything with chocolate in it, and a glass of water." 

With a groan he lifted his head back off the bar, he really should not have let the bloke keep buying him drinks the night before.  He'd been too inebriated to even seal the deal, and someone probably got a picture of him stumbling down the alley. Iggy walked over to an empty table and dropped into the chair, his head lolling back over the chair.  He really hoped he didn't look as bad as he felt, but more than likely he looked even worse.