Winnie wasn't even exactly sure what time it was, sometime after noon? Maybe. Regardless, she was exhausted, hungry and ready to go home. Home had no food though. At least not anything she wouldn't have to put some effort into, so she detoured to the Broomsticks for a pint and something hot to eat so she could go home and crash, hopefully for the foreseeable future.

It had been a long twenty-four hours, twins were always a wild ride and took longer. Everybody looked well though. One twin was a little larger than the other, but there had been no immediate concerns on Winnie's end for either baby or their mum. Mum had been a pro, this wasn't her first time, so she knew what to expect, but there were always potential complications with multiples. No such setbacks this time, just a long time getting the two of them out.

The pleasant hum of the pub beckoned her in, along with the warmth and she headed straight for the bar. "Brandy and whatever the soup is, with some bread." She said as she shed her outer layer. She noticed somebody looking at her with a baffled expression and then she realized she had blood on her shirt. "Oh it's not mine, I promise, everything is fine." Winnie hastily pulled her scarf around her shoulders to cover it up.