Hogsmeade had just opened for the students, but Sam wasn't expecting much more business than usual. Not many students stopped by this old place. At least not as much as the older folks, but that was just fine by him.

Speaking of old folks. "Saul," he greeted from the bar counter, wiping it down with a wet rag. "It's goin'," he replied simply, tossing the rag into the sink. Same old, same old. He had just started working on the man's drink when another familiar came into the building. "Evenin', Hops." Sam gave him a nod at the request and cracked open another bottle.

Samuel brought the men their drinks over."How're things on your side of town?" Which... wasn't really the 'other side'. Figure of speech.