Zhenya was pretty sure she was going to get a butterbeer. Or a hot cocoa. Maybe both.

She entered the Three Broomsticks, and looked around. Bianca wasn't there. Hopefully she remembered Zhenya asking if she wanted to have a drink here, or she would look foolish. She sat down in an empty booth and waited, flipping through one of her grandfather's battered old Healing Potions book, in Russian of course.

She would order a drink when Bianca got here.