Jessie heard a familiar voice from inside the bar, but wasn't sure if she wanted to find out who it was. She decided, finally, that she did want to know. She put up the hood of her cloak, casting dark shadows across her face. It made her harder to recognize, so hopefully, they wouldn't notice her.
Jessie turned and looked across the bar. She saw Sarah, engrossed in her drawing. Jessie watched her for a moment before turning back to her butterbeer. She hated to not talk to Sarah, especially because she hardly saw her anymore. But she also didn't think she could deal with talking to her because she (Jessie) was so on edge lately.
Jessie turned to the bartender and said, *Hi, I'd like to pay for her tab.* The man nodded and grunted the amount that was due. She handed over the money, and took another drink of her butterbeer. She was about 3/4 done with her drink and was planning on leaving when she was done.