It was getting late in Hogsmeade and the Three Broomsticks pub was starting to clear out. There were still a few customers huddled around the tables, talking quietly over their butterbeers but the majority of them had all gone home for the night.

Hops had just finished sweeping up all the paper and debris from the floor that had accumulated after a day's worth of patrons and was currently counting some coins in the till contemplating what he would eat for a late dinner now that he didn't have any people to watch at the bar.