Severus could still see the last moment of Albus Dumbledore in his mind's eyes whenever he closed his eyes. He could still see everything that had led up to it, like all bad memories these didn't leave him. Instead they flooded his mind and forbade sleep. To say he was grumpy and far more irritable than normal was something that wouldn't be far from the mark. He was angry, infuriated and frustrated and that is what led him from the school where he'd been station as headmaster by non other than Voldemort himself. A place that was more a cage, a prison, then it was his home these days. Even his own home wasn't home to him anymore.<br/><br/>He walked down the street and into the Leaky Cauldron. Intending to get a drink and a meal before he made his way into Diagon Alley. At this point he would do anything to get away from his own memories. His own thoughts. Which was why he had gone to Hogsmeade and Apperated to the lonely London street in a dark alley. He wore his usual black robes, the same he'd always worn as a potions master. He had his wand tucked into the pocket of his robes and he didn't care that he didn't look like a Muggle. There were none in sight to see him anyways. He pushed open the doors to the Leaky Cauldron and found it mostly empty. That was a shame. He had wanted the distraction of noise.<br/><br/>Still infuriated he made his way to the bar and ordered fire whiskey and a good meal. He sat down at the bar not desiring to go get a table for himself. It would only remind him how lonely he was. How empty his life really was. He pushed all that away. Thinking about that would only break the hard cold empty emotional mask he wore over his features and the Occlumency he constantly employed veiling his thoughts and memories from all prying eyes. He made no move to talk to anyone. Showed no signs of caring who anyone around him was. He did however catch sight of the other Death Eater present, he made no move to greet her or acknowledge her presence in any way. He paid for his mean and his drink. Took the drink and sipped it lightly. He started eating. What else would he do here? He didn't particularly care, since this was meant to be a distraction from his everyday thoughts. From memories he was avoiding. He ate in silence.