Harold was not excited about waking up this morning.

The middle-aged man had woken up pretty much the same way for the past 20 years and went about doing the same tasks in his morning ritual but the first day Hogsmeade was open to the students was always a living hell.

After bathing and dressing, Hops made his way down into the gloomy pub and set himself to work, flipping the chairs down to the floor, opening the window shutters to bathe the room in light, and starting a fire inthe enormous grate of the fireplace. After that he unlocked the door so that the first customers could arrive and set to work with a sigh, cleaning glassware.

Just another day's work.

As he had finished the third or fourth set of tankards, the man looked up to see two younger looking kids enter the pub. "Welcome to the Three Broomsticks little masters, is it food and drink you're looking for, 'cause we've got plenty." He gave his best smile for this early in the morning and waited for them to give an order if they wanted.