Albie was barely paying attention to the race blaring from the wizarding wireless. It was not for lack of stakes. He had placed his bet, of course, he had. Yet the finance fiend was on the lookout for more lucrative opportunities. It was a shame that the establishment prohibited the use of alcohol, there truly was no one more vulnerable than a soul without inhibitions.
To remain unremarkable among the crowd, he was wearing one of his older set of robes, those he would never wear at the office. Albie sat alone at his table, a cup of coffee he had yet to touch was close to him.