Botros' cane stepped into the cafe seconds before he did. It wasn't so cold outside, but the seventy something man had worn his cardigan over his shirt. He didn't want to get a cold before his lesson. He walked up to the closest booth-table and plopped down, leaning his cane to the side. One side was to the window that looked out the street, and the other was to the aisle between the booths. Ab preferred to wait for his friend before ordering something, he did however wave to the bartender at the bar.

It wasn't too cold for Sherman, either, but the old man had been ferociously attacked by his wife when trying to leave the house without putting on a hideous knit sweater, so he was sporting one. Women, huh? Very fussy, too fussy sometimes, especially the one he was married to. He rolled into the Three Broomsticks, maneuvering his wheelchair around the cafe confusedly before noticing where Ab was. And seeing that he'd chosen a booth today. He knew that this man couldn't sit at one of those, right?

LOLOL, that Ab. Always the joker, he was. Or something.

Sherman wheeled up to the booth and stopped his chair at the end of the table (because he could make this work), beaming at his friend. "Sorry I'm late. Lucia forced me into this." Jab for you, ugly sweater.

Ab trapped the mischievous laughs inside his chest as his friend tried to settle himself in the booth... sort of. This old man was always up for the challenge, wasn't he? They were buddies, back in school, why the heck weren't they allowed to pull pranks? They were mature enough not to take offense at using the wheelchair as one. There were loads of stunts to be performed on the walking, too. "I thought we should sit by the window this time." Ab justified his choice with the same unfading grin.

The "ugly" sweater wasn't half as ugly as Sherman made it seem to be. Botros allowed his fingers to touch the garment before shrugging, "It looks warm and brings out your new wrinkles. It's alright." He laughed heartily before clapping the man on his shoulder. "I forgot where I put my sweater, let's admit it between you and me; without them, we'd be next to nothing." Talking about women, their wives, here and not the... sweaters. It was obvious, right?

"It's been a tiring week in the school, let's have some hot drinks."

Taryn thought that the Three Broomsticks would be a more proper place for her to meet with Dora than the Hog's Head. Either way, they could get butterbeer, right? She stepped inside the building, surprised to see that it wasn't that full, being the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, she'd thought it would be crawling with students. It was still early though, maybe more would come along later.

She picked a table and sat down to wait for Dora to show up. It was super weird to be here now and not have to go back to Hogwarts later. It was STILL weird that she was an ADULT. She didn't quite feel like one yet, it sort of felt like she was on an extended summer break.

A very FUN extended break, of course.

Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks was something that was not a negotiable item on this visit to Hogsmeade. August Goldstein pushed open the door to the pub, spilling the sounds of people enjoying themselves and general cheer out into the cool November air. "Do you want anything Kurumi?" he asked the girl behind him as he held the door for her. They hadn't hung out over the summer as much as he would have liked so the university students were getting in a visit today.

They both were graduated now and it was his first time coming to this place after being an adult out of school. For some reason everything seemed different, he didn't really know any of the students running around. It was strange. "Go ahead and find us a table I'll get the drinks."

Butterbeer....or what?

Following August in to the Three Broomsticks left the 19-year-old feeling very nostalgic. It seemed like just yesterday that she was teasing him at the end of term feast about going on a date to Hogsmeade the following term. Of course August had only ever been like a little brother to her - and she assumed she had always been like a big sister to him - but he had always been easy to tease. Once she had figured out the mechanics of it that is.

"Pumpkin juice, please," she grinned while rolling up the sleeves on her sweater. She would pay him back afterwards. "Alright...I'll just be over there waiting."

And with that she walked over to one of the empty tables and took a seat.

Marley was a really good house-elf, probably the best house-elf ever but Sophia really liked the warm butterbeers at the three broomsticks a whole lot more than she did Marley's and that was what brought her out today despite the weather.

She shrugged out of her coat as soon as she got inside and rest it on the back of her bar stool. Sitting at a table would be a definite no no with all the students here today.

So she'd be getting a warm butterbeer with chips and fries.

"Barkeep!"

Minnie walked into the three broomsticks and looked around. She seemed to be the first one. Man was the blonde excited about her birthday. Finally off age, finally she could do whatever she wanted. No listening to anyone. Not that she ever listened. But now it was actually legal. This was too good to be true. She'd buy loads of butter beer, in just a few minutes.

Looking around the Slytherin found a table in the right corner, very good to have a little party. Maybe they'd need some more chairs but that shouldnt be a problem. As she walked over there, Minnie couldnt help but grin to herself. Her life was so good right now.

Right, pumpkin juice it was then.

The eighteen year old made his way to the bar and ordered the two drinks then dropped the required coins on the counter for the pub owner. He then walked around for a second looking for the table his friend had gone off to find.

After spotting her August took the seat opposite her. "Your pumpkin juice." He said with a smile, setting it down in front of her. He popped off the cap from his butterbeer and took a quick swig before sighing and speaking. "It's sort of weird being here and not having to worry about the village 'closing down for us' at the end of the weekend, huh?"

Ryan entered the Three Broomsticks, his cheeks slightly pink with cold. It wasn't cold enough for full blown winter yet but it was really getting chilly outside. Yet, it was still a nice fall day for Minnie's birthday. Grinning to himself, he stepped inside and shook his curls a bit, trying to get them to look messy. Then, he spotted his charming blonde in a corner, sitting all alone. Aw.

He strode over to her but made sure not to make so much noise. Then, when he was right behind her, Ryan placed both hands over her eyes and whispered in her ear. "Happy birthday, Miss Thomas...you're looking very pretty today." He knew she'd recognize his voice but it was fun all the same.

Party. Party. Parrrrteh.

Nashville managed to find his way to Hogsmeade without getting lost. It's been a little over a month since he has been at this school and he was still getting lost. He just thought that maybe he would have to wander around the castle more but it would be a bummer if he had gotten lost before the little curfew thing. He didn't like curfews, oh hey they keep you safe...blah...blah...blah! He had heard that this was the safest school and place to be but he must have heard wrong. Stupid curfews.

Nashville had his arms full with four pies, they were pretty good sized pies and bigger than any normal ones, he didn't know what to bring or what to buy Minnie so he thought that some pies would do and she can share them or not with the others. What was he looking for? Yes! The Three Broomsticks. Nashville slowed down his walking and looked around. Oh, yes! There it was. Nashville grinned and opened the with his elbow, nearly dropping all of the pies out of his arms. Nashville looked around to find where Minnie was. There she was. Nash walked over to her and her boyfriend.

"I brought pies!"

MERLIN it was windy out there! And it was a cold wind, so that by the time Alistaire made it to the door of the Three Broomsticks, he was thoroughly chilled. Nothing like a small glass of firewhiskey on a fall day. Intent on this, he made his way up to the bar straight away.

Was that Sophia? Indeed, Bellaire seemed to have had the same idea as the Groundskeeper. He took a seat at the bar just as she was calling for the barkeeper. Good timing, it seemed. "Hullo, Sophia. Wicked out there, eh?"

Thick Irish accent and bold enough to address her as Sophia...well that could only be one person. Sophia turned on her bar stool to look and smile at the grounds keeper. He was indeed a fine specimen of a man. She wondered why she hadn't payed him a personal visit before...

Probably had a lot to do with his blasted cows. She shuddered.

"Oh hello Allistaire. Indeed it is. What will you be having?" She noticed he didn't comment on her outfit this time.

The first student weekend of the term was upon the shopkeepers of Hogsmeade and Harold was ready. He had been up at the Castle a lot lately and it was good to be back in his element full-time for a few days at least. He was sure that the students, although tired of having to pay for small things at school would still be willing to buy butterbeer and other treats.

He was greeting the first round of customers and bringing them the drinks they ordered when a voice yelled for the barkeep.

Hops looked for the owner of the voice and saw that it came from a table of two adults--the woman had rudely called him barkeep.

"I have a name, Professor Bellaire." he said with a cut nod. "Good evening Groundskeeper Firth." The Board of Governors Treasurer greeted the man. Lagerty put a hand into his apron pocket for a second and then asked what they wanted to drink. "What can I get for you all today?"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," Melanie sang loudly as she entered The Three Broomsticks, politely ignoring everyone who was staring. Turning into an adult was a big deal and Melanie loved parties therefore, Minnie's birthday was going to be an awesome day full of celebrating. The Gryffindor was practically skipping to the table in the corner in her way too tall shoes. It was a miracle she was able to walk in them but she had a lot of practice over the summer so she figured she was better at walking in them now. "Happy birthday Miss Minnie whoisnowanadult," Melanie continued to sing, rushing the last part because it didn't fit with the song, and plopping down in a seat. "Happy birthday to you!"

The sixth year wanted to stick her hand into the pocket of her coat and toss pink sparkles in the air or something but that was a fairy's job and she didn't have sparkles. Plus, she wasn't a fairy, she was a pikachu.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Melanie threw her hands up, grinning. "Oh, and hi Ryan, Nashville," she said, acknowledging the two before placing a present in front of the blonde Slytherin. Oh goshers, Melanie couldn't believe people were already turning seventeen and legally adults. All that time had passed in a blink of an eye... and soon she'd be one too. After several months.

He could SEE Ab trying his best not to explode in a fit of laughter while he adjusted his wheelchair, and Sherman grinned impulsively. He'd forgotten how much he loved bro!times (because this totally was a bro!time). "The window's light just makes my hideous sweater more noticeable." His wrinkly face contorted into a pout as he eyed the window sullenly before he noticed that Botros had started to finger his sweater.

Well, y'know, couldn't blame him. It was pretty fuzzy.

"I'll get you a new one for Christmas, but I think you look just as dapper in your cardigan." He wheeled a bit back from the table and turned his chair to face toward the bar, picking up Abraham's cane from the side and holding it out for him. "I suppose I can admit that. My sweater makes me who I am." Sherman beamed down at the ugly clothing he was dressed in, totally oblivious to the fact that Ab might have been taking about wives, and began rolling toward the bar.

"Had a rough week? You can tell me all about it over cocoa."

Well, at least she was being pleasant enough to HIM. Poor Hops. BARKEEP. Honestly, the man was the Board of Governors Treasurer. It's not as if Sophia had no idea who he was.

"Th' only thing tha' cin warm me up on a day like today. It'll be fire--"


Impeccable timing, Hops. "Evenin', Hops," he said with a genial smile. He'd always liked the man, even if he'd only been in his presence a few times. "Jus' a small firewhiskey fer me, if i's not too much trouble." He clanked some coins onto the counter as he finished.

"Sophia, what'll yeh be havin' today? I's on me," he said, returning his attention to his colleague beside him.

Sophia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the man. Really a barkeep was what he was no need to take offense. She rubbed her hands on either leg of her jeans.

"Bit touchy today aren't we Barkeep?....Hops.."

She returned her attention to Firth. Ha! The only thing that could warm him up was fire? The man clearly was not exposed to very many charms was he?

"Meh..I can think of plenty other alternatives."

Well if he insisted..."I'll be having a warm butterbeer with fish and chips thank you."

He liked his cardigan? Botros beamed and straightened up, fixing the cardigan more from the shoulders where Debbie used to pat him. "How considerate of you! I worked hard on finding this. Did you know my memory issue last summer?" He shook his head solemnly and leaned just a bit, to tell a super important secret. "I guess it's more than just names now. Some details are just slipping my mind!" Like where his cardigan was. Obviously.

Anyways, Christmas present was settled. "I would love that, yes. Just don't bring me the exact same one. That'd be too weird." Unless maybe Botros sat in a wheelchair too and pretended to be Sherman's bigger twin. But that's just for thirty years old children. They were older now. He took the cane and hooked it on the wheelchair's back. "Well I didn't mean your-" He started correcting his gullible friend before laughing it off and waving his hand. "Eh, I guess that works too. I wonder what cardigans make me." Too uptight?

Cocoa. Okay. Greedy friend. Botros nodded and raised his arm to get the bar keeper's attention. "Mr. Lagerty! Mr. Lagerty!" Harold would be nice enough to come over to those two old buddies instead of making them take the trip up to the bar, Botros assumed.

Ah, so Sophia DID know his name and chose not to use it. Honestly, you would think she would be nicer to the man who likely had a large portion of control over her salary.

"Other alternatives? To firewhiskey?" She probably meant magical means, perhaps charms. She HAD been the Charms professor for awhile, after all. "I mean, I know there are plenty o' charms to warm yeh up, but nothing quite gits inside yeh like a good swig o' firewhiskey, in my opinion." Call him a nutter, but Firth knew what he liked. Other than his all time favorite, Irn-Bru, firewhiskey was his favorite. Except my homemade tea, of course.

Oh, she was going to have an entire meal? That was smart! What with the... less than gourmet meals at the Great Hall and everything... "Make that two fish n' chips meals, Hops." He smiled. "Sounds great right now, considering.." He let his voice trail off so it wouldn't be entirely clear if he was referencing the weather or the Great Hall.

Ronnie entered the Three Broomsticks, shivering as the store shut behind her. It was awfully windy outside and she didn't have enough layers for it. She had been freezing! But the warm and coziness of the place made her all better. She smiled, fixing her bright orange hair that had been blown all over her face.

She then made her way over to an empty table right in front of the fire and sat down. Ah, this was nice and warm. Now she'd never leave! It was too cold outside. Now, if only a friend could come sit with her. She didn't wanna be here alone!

Touchy? Of course he was when a subordinate, who seemed to be on a particularly high horse, talked down to him as if he was some commoner.

"It would be Mr. Lagerty or Mr. Treasurer to you, ma'am." He said again curtly, forcing a smile on his face. He had thought the woman would mind her attitude with someone who could influence both her salary and the funding (regardless of the budget) of her subject.

But he got her order.

Now to the more polite staff member, the one he actually liked. "A Firewhiskey and a butterbeer with two orders of fish and chips. Shouldn't take long." He nodded to the man and took the coins with a smile. He shot the Transfiguration lady a glare before heading off to fix their order.
He was on his way to the bar and the kitchen with the Transfiguration Hag's and the Groundskeeper's order when he was waved down by the elderly (older than Hops at least) Ancient Runes Professor who was sitting with one of his fellow Board members.

"Professor Botros and Sherman! How are you two? Fancy anything from the menu?" He asked with a wide smile, as he held a hand out to shake each of the mens'.

"Thanks," Kurumi beamed as she accepted the beverage from August. Ah how she had missed this stuff. It just wasn't the same in Romania. They spiced it with something that left not the best of aftertastes. Taking a few long blissful sips from it, she glanced up at him when he spoke.

"I suppose it is," she mused while playing with some of the condensation on the side of her glass. "I miss it sometimes, being a student at Hogwarts. But it is also really nice to be out of the bubble and in the real world." Hogwarts had a way of sort of sheltering you from things - even if dangers were around every turn. "How is Curse Breaking going?"

His studying that is. She herself knew that the profession was not something she was well suited for - Professor Viking had put her off the subject for life.

Botros folded his hands on the table and leaned on his elbows as Hops approached them. "We're great! Discussing our wardrobes." It was the truth, but who'd believe them? "Oh yes, thank you. Umm, two Hot Cocoa, please. I'd like some raisin cookies, too, if you please." Two or three would do. Just something with the cocoa. Ab looked over at his friend to see if he wanted anything else.