Public Restrooms of Diagon Alley (Which, they must have. Somewhere)

Rachel was sitting inside a stall, silently.

It was rather creepy for the person in the other stall next to her, because, well, she was just sitting there. You know?

Some person flushed, then shuffled out.

"YOU'RE DITCHING ME!?" she screamed.

The shuffling stopped. Maybe the person was gone, maybe he stayed in there. A few seconds later, though, quicker shuffling made it's way out of the washrooms.