Ah, that was the sound of another Hogsmeade weekend. Hops had never found the store to be busier! Tankards upon tankards of his famous butterbeer were being poured out for all to enjoy, Professors too, it seemed. It was always good to see them out and about. Like seeing a Hippogriff on its hind legs.

Chuckling to himself, Harold picked up a few clean tankards and started putting them away beneath the counter. He was going to need plenty of those if the popularity of this weekend was anything to go by.