Originally Posted by Freds_caribbeangirl

Rhea pulled up a chair and sat after she had ordered her butterbeer. Oh yes, nothing better than a butterbeer on a chilly fall afternoon. She reached into her bag and pulled out the latest copy of weekly quidditch and began skimming through. Oh yes, quidditch players are definitely God's gifts to witches. She grinned.

Taking another sip of her butterbeer, she looked around the room, not many people today at all and she hadn't seen Aries anywhere. She frowned.