Generally, Alexei tended to prefer being at the Leaky Cauldron to the Three Broomsticks. Except now that it was summer, the place was overun with annoying adolescents, and so Hogsmead was substantially quieter. Even if not completely so. He would manage, he supposed. A paper open on the table in front of him, he scanned through it. Disappearances never meant anything good, and especially not to this degree. Perhaps the aurors might end up being competent and solving it before it became a larger problem. Somehow he had his doubts. If the paper was anything to go by, they seemed to not have much of any idea what was going on.
Shrugging, he kept flipping through the paper, only half paying attention to what he was scanning over. Maybe something would capture his attention enough to require a proper read, but he was content to lazily scan for the time being.
Sometimes connections paid off. He didn't think like a Slytherin most of the time, but Llewelyn was just so easy to persuade. Or maybe Andrew was above average at convincing people to let him help. He did have a vested interest in advocating for anti-poaching and trafficking of dragons. Llewelyn had arranged for Andrew and Octavia to join on a raid at a bungalow in Derrbyshire. There had been one mess of an infirmary, three dead eggs, seven dead baby dragons, and ten grumpy mages of which five or so had various scratches and baby bites on their fingers. After seeing Octavia off with the sole living egg, Andrew dragged himself to Diagon Alley. James was in town between assignments and Andrew was supposed to meet him for lunch, only for Andrew to cancel on him with some excuse about a girl and an opportunity. "Tosser" he muttered, paying for his butterbeer and turning to survey the Leaky Cauldron for an open seat. But it was one of those days of precious humanity where every individual seemed determined to leave needless space between themselves and the next person, so every other seat was occupied, except for the green-haired mage who had set up shop with an abacaus and a thick book precisely two-seats to the left and right of the witch and wizard on either side of them.
Pointless. So he went for the next better option: a slender wizard pacifically perusing newspaper at one of the round tables. A real threat, that one. Andrew shook his head and meandered among the oddly shaped tables - the worst maze of hip-hazards and thigh-bruisers - and halted by him. "Mind if I join you?" Not that Andrew minded if he refused. There was little he could do to dissuade him. He wasn't looking for conversation either, but he would take the paper from him if the fellow finished with it early. From his position, he could see the headlines upside down, annother reference to the missing cases. He felt the bitterness in the back of his mind, the sick fear from dream wisps of whispered worriess: Audrey. Joshua. James- haven't heard - have you - gone - is he? is she - missing? He tore his eyes from the paper and looked back to the figure.