Harry didn’t go out drinking alone for several reasons. First, he was usually accosted by people asking him questions and wanting to know the state of the entire known Universe, as if Harry were a direct conduit to every answer. Secondly, if it wasn’t people asking him all sorts of questions about the state of things, it was women. They asked ( Read more... )

Walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, Seamus wrapped his hands tighter around the steaming cup of warm Butterbeer. It was his day off and it was his right, no his duty, to rescue his friends from a life of drudgery and little excitement. Grinning as he rounded the corner of the street, the Irishman caught sight of Healing Hands. Apparently Ginny ( Read more... )