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Who: Drinking in town, Adults only for boozings.
Where: The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade
When: After shit got real. Evening.
Format: Either
Open/Closed: Open

The Three Broomsticks offers a nice, warm and welcoming atmosphere to Hogwarts Students and Staff alike. Granted, only those of age can sample more than Butterbeer and Pumpkin Juice, it's still open to all, regardless of age.

Come in, sit down, have a drink. You're all welcome!

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[In one of the booths is a familiar, leather-clad man. He seems to be keeping to the corner, a bottle of firewhisky and a shot glass in front of him, which he periodically pours into and downs.

He doesn't look too happy. Not at all. Obviously wants to be left alone...

...Which means that everyone everywhere should bug him.]

[beaverhunt]

[So, Evan hasn't had an oppertunity to look around Hogsmeade properly. He's been here before with the Prophet, of course, but never really had the chance to look.

So, he's walking into the pub with bags of shopping, looking around for a table.]

[mr_professional]

[Phil has no particular fondness for crowds, but he can't just hole up in the school--he'd go fuckin' nuts--and it's good to just watch people going about their business. Tracking their movements, tracking their speech. If he keeps this up long enough, he might even gain a decent sense of the life and rhythms of this shitass village. Might figure out whether there's anything, eh, interesting to get into.

Always best to be informed.

He'd slipped in a while ago and taken a table for himself. Observe at a distance now (unless some opportunity presents itself), maybe start hitting up patrons next time, buy a few beer and strike up a dialogue. It's one of the best ways to get to know a place, after all.

He's seen a couple of staff members enter, and there'd been a couple when he arrived, but Phil hasn't bothered to speak up. Not what he's here for. Not what he's in the mood for, especially after that debacle of a meeting. He just wants to listen, have a drink, and get the fuck away from those kids for a while.]

[mmorstan]

[ At the bar is a dainty witch pale green, blonde curls poking out of her knitted winter cap. She's just arrived and settling into her chair.

Who uses a menu? Mary Morstan does. ] Something that will warm me up instantly... [ Mary muses out loud, tapping her chin. ]