Looks like it was going to be a busy weekend. Which was a good thing he supposed, it meant more money in his pocket, but it also meant annoying children in his pub.

Samuel kicked the door to his back room shut with his foot and let out a grunt as he carried a crate of butterbeer to the front. It seems that the kids always drank this stuff. He put the crate down with a thud before proceeding to put the bottles away. He could see that the pub was beginning to fill up already and he let out a snort at seeing some people at the tables.

Well if they wanted a drink they were going to have to come to the bar and order it. He did not do table service.