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The Three Broomsticks is the most well-known pub in the small village, which is why it is often rather crowded with students and adults alike. The outside of the building is a good preview of what the inside may look like with the same steep roof as the surrounding buildings with a sign featuring the legendary three broomsticks, all fixed around a lantern to light the patrons' way. It certainly looks better kept than the Hog's Head down the street.
Once you enter the pub, the warmth of the large stone fireplace great you as you place hats and coats by the door. Directly in front of you there are tables and booths lining the majority of the small hall with oil lamps placed on each one. On winter days it is usually hard to find a place beside the large fire grate; however, if you're early enough, you can bet your galleons that you'll be nice and toasty by the fire. To the left is the bar where the bartender waits to take your order.
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Beverages: one free refill
* Butterbeer - 5 sickles
* Firewhiskey (must be of age) – 10 sickles
* Pumpkin Juice - 3 knuts
* Hot Cocoa – 5 knuts
Entrees
* Shepherd's Pie – 2 galleons
* Fish and Chips - 2 galleons, 3 sickles
* Chicken Noodle Soup – 1 galleon, 3 knuts
* Turkey Sandwich (cold or grilled) - 1 galleon
With cheese - 1 galleon, 2 sickles
* Cheese Sandwich (cold or grilled) - 1 galleon
* Ham Sandwich (cold or grilled) - 1 galleon
With cheese - 1 galleon, 2 sickles
* Tomato Soup - 16 sickles
* Macaroni and Cheese – 1 galleon, 3 sickles
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It had been a rather eventful day so far, full of browsing and shopping. Aurora loved coming to Hogsmeade and always liked to make the most of the visits, shopping and spending time with her friends. It was a good way to get her mind off of things and also served as a nice break from all the studying she had to do for her OWLs.
Feeling hungry, she had decided to stop by the Three Broomsticks and get something to eat. She had hoped to see some of her friends, but couldn’t find any so she sat at a booth all by herself to eat her lunch. It would be nice to have some company, but as it was she was fine taking out a magazine and looking at it as she ate. It was nice to read something that wasn’t a textbook for a change.
Nyle had no idea how Iris could possibly read this much. Actually...he did, so the more accurate thought was how she could buy this much in one afternoon. He was fairly certain Tomes and Scrolls had made enough that they could close early for the day if they wanted to. By the time she’d finished 'just a quick browse,' his arms had become stacked with enough books to refurbish a small library. Still, he trailed after her without complaint. It was familiar, grounding—watching her debate between two equally intimidating tomes while he shifted the weight of the growing tower in his arms and tried to look useful. When she finally waved him off with a distracted, I’ll meet you later, he took it as both mercy and a direct order to put the books in her mokeskin pouch and find another way to occupy his time.
Food, for sure food - was he starving.
He slipped into the Three Broomsticks, rubbing feeling back into his hands, and scanned for the quickest spot to collapse into. That was when he caught a familiar flash of fireseed hair in one of the booths: Aurora, half-hidden behind a magazine, alone but looking perfectly content in the quiet. Nyle hesitated only a second before wandering over, lifting a hand in greeting.
"Uh...hey," he smiled, his voice warm but a little winded. "Mind if I sit? Iris had me working as her packmule I’m not entirely sure I can make it to another table."
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Hearing a familiar voice, Aurora set down her copy of Witch Weekly, and brightened immediately. ”Hey, Nyle!” The magazine had been nice, but it was a lot better to have his company. He seemed to be in a better mood today, and she was really happy to see it. He deserved nothing less than to be happy all the time. And he had been dealing with so much since the end of last term. ”You’re always welcome to join me. You don’t even need to ask.” She smiled.
So he had been made a packmule. Yep. That sounded like something Iris would do. ”So did she buy half of Tomes and Scrolls then?” Aurora could be quite the reader, especially these days with all the studying she needed to do, but she didn’t know anyone who read like Iris. It was honestly impressive. And she was sure that the people working at Tomes and Scrolls were always very happy whenever she shopped there.
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Nyle let out a quiet huff of laughter as he slid into the seat across from her. Slid was, perhaps, too generous a term since what he did was more akin to wilting into it like a drought-stricken fern finally given shade. In either case, he certainly grateful to let his shoulders uncoil for what felt like the first time all day.
"Half?" he echoed, breathlessly amused. "It felt more like… three quarters." He tipped his head back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pure relief. Would it be the worst thing if he were to take a nap right here? "I’m almost tempted to believe she’s single-handedly keeping the establishment in business."
It was a joke, but also... not. Iris devoured books the way other people breathed. It wasn't too surprising since they'd grown up with that kind of hunger for words through mum and dad both, though in different ways. Dad read like it was a ritual, a grounding, a way to understand the world while mum wrote like she was trying to etch the truth of it into existence. A published poet, several collections out already, with her newest set to appear in anthologies people actually studied. Iris has inherited both these passions, leaving Nyle with a different set of passions and interest - as if both their parents had been neatly sorted and divided.
"What did you get? It looks good." He hadn't given his own lunch much consideration, but his stomach left no doubt that he was positively famished.
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Jan was coming to visit him today, Jan was coming to meet him today!
The words kept repeating in his head exactly like a mantra as he bounced his way towards The Three Broomsticks. He would have loved to bring Paully and Nessy along but Iddy was being greedy: he wanted his older brother all to himself.
On this fine wintery day, the Gryffindor had opted for some shenanigans - he was in disguise. The Muggle kind, not magical via human transformation.
You read that right! Idris Ace Grunt was a Transformer Lion in disguise!
The reason? Only because he felt like it, not because he was trying to see if Jan could easily identify him still. Or was it? Anyway, the disguise? Instead of his usual flouffy afro, his hair was braided into neat zigzaggy cornrows. He had opted for one of those glasses with false eyelashes, mustache and nose attached, the nose blending quite lovely with his complexion.
After ordering two butterbeers, the disguised Idris took a seat at an empty table. He did his best to look as natural as possible and as though he were about to consume two mugs of butterbeer.
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Jan was coming to visit him today, Jan was coming to meet him today!
The words kept repeating in his head exactly like a mantra as he bounced his way towards The Three Broomsticks. He would have loved to bring Paully and Nessy along but Iddy was being greedy: he wanted his older brother all to himself.
On this fine wintery day, the Gryffindor had opted for some shenanigans - he was in disguise. The Muggle kind, not magical via human transformation.
You read that right! Idris Ace Grunt was a Transformer Lion in disguise!
The reason? Only because he felt like it, not because he was trying to see if Jan could easily identify him still. Or was it? Anyway, the disguise? Instead of his usual flouffy afro, his hair was braided into neat zigzaggy cornrows. He had opted for one of those glasses with false eyelashes, mustache and nose attached, the nose blending quite lovely with his complexion.
After ordering two butterbeers, the disguised Idris took a seat at an empty table. He did his best to look as natural as possible and as though he were about to consume two mugs of butterbeer.
Have fun finding him, Jan!
Jan was looking forward to seeing his oldest younger brother, Idris! It had been two years since he had brotherly Hogsmeade time. The time passing boggled this twenty-year-old's mind. Though they had naturally spent time with each other during summers and the occasional important Quidditch matches when they fell on a weekend. Idris eventually gave word that he'd be waiting in the Three Broomsticks, so here Jan was. After removing the sunglasses and his scarf from the chilling weather, he went to scope them out.
Turns out, Idris wasn't the only one who changed their usual look. Jan's hair was loced in a updo braided ponytail. The sides were shaven though with a fade. There was little reason for Jan to have his long hair down and flowing when the high winds did more than his usual bonnets can maintain. Anyhoo, he looked around. The floofy hair wasn't present, but something else stood out to him... the height. Yes, Jan knew Idris had grown but goodness, was he taller than him and their Firther now? Unfair. Also... who else would try to disguise themselves and have two butterbeers untouched in front of them? But it's okay, Jan could play coy for a bit.
Walking over, he gave the senior student a gentle tap on their shoulder, keeping a straight face as he saw the exaggerated nose with glasses. "Excuse me, have you seen someone who looks like me but used to be shorter and answers to the name Idris or Iddy?" Jan asked. "He has an older brother who terribly misses him and has a little gift to give." Now how long would this play out?
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Her first Hogsmeade trip! Cat had a Honeydukes bag hanging from her arm as she entered the Three Broomsticks. She already knew what she wanted. She’d heard all about it and had yet to try. Butterbeer.
Also, a brownie. Because she deserved a treat.
After getting her food, Cat chose a table near the wall so that she could people watch. And, she would be happy to report, her butterbeer was delicious.
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Her first Hogsmeade trip! Cat had a Honeydukes bag hanging from her arm as she entered the Three Broomsticks. She already knew what she wanted. She’d heard all about it and had yet to try. Butterbeer.
Also, a brownie. Because she deserved a treat.
After getting her food, Cat chose a table near the wall so that she could people watch. And, she would be happy to report, her butterbeer was delicious.
The door to the Three Broomsticks burst open hard enough to let in a swirl of cold air and one visibly windblown Gryffindor. CJ stumbled inside mid-shiver, shoulders hunched up around his ears while he tried unsuccessfully to untangle himself from his scarf while his beanie sat low on his head with his hair sticking out at all sorts of odd angles.
"And I thought New York winters knew how to throw hands," he informed absolutely no one while nudging the door shut behind him with his butt.
But yet the second warmth and the smell of food hit him, the suffering vanished instantly from his face. Oh, this place smelled GOOD. His stomach apparently agreed loud enough to nearly qualify as public speaking. All those rumors and hearsay from his friends back home about the food over here being atrocious were obviously exaggerations.
"Easy, big guy," he muttered to his stomach, rubbing it as he wove through the crowd inside towards the counter.
Speaking of exaggerations, he was one personified since apparently the answer to 'What do you want?' was 'yes'.
By the time he turned away, he was balancing an alarming amount of food in both hands — a bowl of tomato soup, a grilled ham and cheese sandwich (for dipping into the soup, obviously), a slice of strawberry shortcake he probably did not need but spiritually required, and an aggressively foamy butterbeer sloshing dangerously near the rim.
Which meant he didn't notice her immediately (read: at all). Not until he turned too fast and caught sight of familiar blonde (like a lemon!) hair near the wall.
"LEMONDROP—!"
The greeting came out so suddenly and enthusiastically that the butterbeer betrayed him instantly. Foam sloshed over the side and CJ jerked sideways trying to save it, which only made the whole tray wobble too, resulting in a frantic sequence of corrections that looked less like balance and more like interpretive dance.
But hey, those Seeker reflexes, amiright?
A nearby warlock nearly suffered for the cause ― dangerously close to having a lapful of tomato soup. Instead, he imparted the third year with a series of very CHOICE words which, thankfully, the brunette buffoon couldn't entirely understand due to the thick accent.
He froze there afterward breathing hard, staring down at the tray like he'd just caught the snitch in the final match of the Quidditch World Cup.
Then he looked up at Cat with wide-eyed sincerity. "Pretty awesome, right?" The recovery, that is. And himself adjacently. "Also, please tell me tha all that was worth it because I keep hearing about how this butterbeer stuff and how it reinvigorates you more than the Draught of Ephemera ever could for a ghost."
Only then did it click for him that he MIGHT not be meeting Lemondrop today. The girl whose table he was approaching and moving like he was going to slide into the vacant chair across from her might be Acid Pop today.
Which, in fairness, felt like important emotional weather to clock before committing to the chair buuuuuuuut, too late now.
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SPOILER!!: Not so Little Yellow Lion Hood
Jan was looking forward to seeing his oldest younger brother, Idris! It had been two years since he had brotherly Hogsmeade time. The time passing boggled this twenty-year-old's mind. Though they had naturally spent time with each other during summers and the occasional important Quidditch matches when they fell on a weekend. Idris eventually gave word that he'd be waiting in the Three Broomsticks, so here Jan was. After removing the sunglasses and his scarf from the chilling weather, he went to scope them out.
Turns out, Idris wasn't the only one who changed their usual look. Jan's hair was loced in a updo braided ponytail. The sides were shaven though with a fade. There was little reason for Jan to have his long hair down and flowing when the high winds did more than his usual bonnets can maintain. Anyhoo, he looked around. The floofy hair wasn't present, but something else stood out to him... the height. Yes, Jan knew Idris had grown but goodness, was he taller than him and their Firther now? Unfair. Also... who else would try to disguise themselves and have two butterbeers untouched in front of them? But it's okay, Jan could play coy for a bit.
Walking over, he gave the senior student a gentle tap on their shoulder, keeping a straight face as he saw the exaggerated nose with glasses. "Excuse me, have you seen someone who looks like me but used to be shorter and answers to the name Idris or Iddy?" Jan asked. "He has an older brother who terribly misses him and has a little gift to give." Now how long would this play out?
Idris had raised his mug to his mouth, the rim barely touching his lips when the eyes that had been so eagerly searching for his brother’s appearance. And when he found it already surveying him, he just managed to suppress an excited squeak. Id couldn’t help but reflect on what a dashing young man Jan had become. Not to say that he hadn't always been good looking. It was definitely not just due to that hairdo - which Id might be stealing one day soon. Seeing the older brother, the Gryffindor realised he still was sad about not seeing him often as he had while they were at Hogwarts together. But the sadness wasn’t as bad as before; it outweighed the satisfaction of watching Jan be a rising star in the Quidditch world.
Act casual, Iddy, he told himself when out of his peripheral vision he saw Jan began his approach. He took that delayed sip of butterbeer. And there was the tap on his shoulder in the form of a greeting. Id longed to fling the butterbeer away {Jordan Howlett style }and throw himself at Jan but… nope. He’d see how this played out first. There would be plenty of time for hugging the older Grunt.
Gift?
Iddy’s ears perked up in true cat-like fashion
“Arrr, I can’t be sayin’ that I have, matey.” Needless to say the pirate talk did not go along with his disguise; the words had just popped out of his mouth. “Be this Iddy as handsome as ye be? An’ what be this present ye speak of?”
The seventh year wasn’t quite sure how long he could keep this charade up. The urge to throw himself at Jan was stronger.
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Anyway, the disguise? Instead of his usual flouffy afro, his hair was braided into neat zigzaggy cornrows. He had opted for one of those glasses with false eyelashes, mustache and nose attached, the nose blending quite lovely with his complexion. 
}and throw himself at Jan but… nope. He’d see how this played out first. There would be plenty of time for hugging the older Grunt. 
