Violet had been sitting in the Hog's Head with her parcel of new journals, parchment, quills, and ink that she had bought earlier. She had a butterbeer in front of her, but was more interested in looking around for goats than drinking. She had heard there used to be a lot of them around this pub, but hadn't seen any as yet. Violet had always had a fondness for goats, so she had read up on Aberforth Dumbledore, the former keeper of the pub.

As she turned back to gaze absently into her beer, she noticed that Lewis, her egg from Charms class, had rolled over to rest against her butterbeer. As she reached out to grab it before it could get away (which it was by now notorious for doing), she noticed that it seemed cold to the touch--probably from resting against her cool glass, she thought. Well, by now she knew exactly what to do about that.

Taking out her wand, she calmly pointed it at Lewis, swished the wand and tapped the egg on top, and said aloud, "Argentum Calidus!" She then replaced her wand in her inner robe pocket and reached out again to feel her egg--yes, just as she had expected, Lewis had returned to normal temperature and was right as rain again. Still, she thought, it wouldn't hurt to replace the egg in the deep inner pocket of her robe, in case it decided to try to make a run for it in Hosmeade. After doing so, she settled back to drink her butterbeer in peace.