Dressed far from than a prominent member of the Ministry/wizarding community and more like a casual fem biker, Gabrielle strolled into the Burning Pot at ten o'clock in the evening on the final Friday of January. The smell of fiery chili was unmistakable; in fact, it smelled of hearth and a sibling-ish lifestyle she once enjoyed with the owner of the place. Licking her lips and finding them quite parched, Gabrielle took a seat at one of the corner seats at the bar area to get comfortable with.
It seemingly took no time to get the order taken - chili cheese fries (the chili to be a bit more spicy than usual; after all, not eating it in so long could provide a challenge, right?) and a good draft of their best cider ale. Order taken, Gabie relaxed a bit, gazing around the surroundings, seeing if there was anything she recognised from the past. It was a bit of a shame to not find anything in the Muggle horror genre, but then again, Halloween was long since passed. Maybe Alex had it up then, who knew. When the draft came along, Gabrielle grinned. "Thank y'luve. Only one other request. If Alex's about, would you be a dear and grab him for me? Just let him know his adopted "sister" is here to see him..."
A grin and nod was there, followed by the departure to go relay the message. Good times, good times....