The Three Broomsticks [Hogsmeade Weekend!]

[veneficusvenato]

The High Road is full of kids. The door is cracked open.

Which means the fireplaces are roaring higher.

But Jo likes the cold wind. Today.

Doors open, come on in.

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[nycterapuella]

It's been a quiet week at Hogwarts. Steph's getting antsy. Now that life has settled, that her kids are predictable again, that nothing seems to happen, day after day after day - she's kind of itchy.

Weekends are nice. A nice change.

So when the wind blows in a herd of kids, it also blows in their diminutive Defence teacher, pink-cheeked from the cold and wrapped in fur and with a frosting of snow that quickly melts into dampness.

And with a smile, for Jo. As bland and sweet as ever her smiles for Jo are. "Good morning, Madame Harvelle. A butterbeer?"

[veneficusvenato]

"Com'in up."

Jo turns to fill a mug.
Talking over her shoulder.

"Enjoying your weekend, so far?"

[nycterapuella]

Stephanie nods, grinning across the bar. "It's quiet."

The Broomsticks is rowdy, noisy, loud There's no possible way it could be described as quiet. But that's not the point.

"Everything's kinda quiet, around here."

At least, for now.

[veneficusvenato]

Everything that is everything else is quiet.

Jo nodded, turning to set the mug on the bar before her.

"Supposedly people say that's a good thing."

Jo's not a fan of those people either.