Ahh a Hogsmeade weekend.

Samuel both looked forward to those weekends and yet didn’t at the same time. More business was always welcomed, but of course then he would be busy, and he had to make sure he hid the good stuff so none of the underaged kids could get their mitts on it.

Yeah he could tell if someone was 17 or not. Best not try to sneak anything past him.

He wiped at the counter with a clean rag slightly ineffectivly, the many layers of dirt and grime would not come up after so many decades, but the dishes and glasses were clean and the food was good. That should be all the mattered, yeah?

He looked around and he started to wiped some glasses as well. Just waiting for some customers to show up.