Enid walked into The Three Broomsticks with a sigh. She had been speed-walking her way through Hogsmeade in an attempt to keep warm, but the cold air outside still froze her insides every time she inhaled, and she had grown pretty breathless now.

Not anymore, though. She was in the very warm and cozy - and, as expected, crowded - pub now, and the air here was soothing and warm. She couldn't help but smile faintly to herself. But a second later, the smile was gone and her brows were furrowed. There were no seats in this place! Grr... And she was not going to sit at the bar, no way. That would leave her with nowhere to rest her feet.

And so, the girl stood there thinking for a moment before deciding she would just sit at the table she usually sat at, even if it was occupied by a Ravenclaw boy. She walked over to the table, dumped her messenger bag beside the chair, and sat down. Making herself comfortable, the girl then brought her feet up onto the table and let them rest there while leaning on the back legs of her chair absentmindedly, as if she hadn't just randomly come out of nowhere and invaded the boy's table and space by making him meet her dirty sneakers resting only a couple inches from his butterbeer.