Th' Hog's Head. Ah, Saul's favourite pub. The ol' shopkeeper came marching on in and slumped into his usual spot at the farthest, darkest corner of the bar. "How's it goin', Sam," he greeted the familiar bartender with a nod and removed his hat. "I'll have the usual."

Maybe Hops wouldn't be too busy to come to his competitor pub fer once.

Harold had been going over some of the things he had been told during the latest Board of Governors meeting as she was cleaning up after the lunch rush at the Broomsticks. He had been burdened by the discussions up at the Castle for a while now.

He had just finished stacking some boxes in the back and was now cleaning out some of the glassware when he saw his friend Saul walk down the street, headed towards the other end of the village.

Lagerty looked at the clock and saw that he had time for a break and took his apron off and left the pub. The patrons in there were regulars and would be fine, anyone new would have to wait. He walked behind the other shopkeeper as quick as possible until he arrived at the Hogs Head, the other pub. It wasn't that he disliked the place or it's owner it was just the competition, you know.

He pushed the door open regardless and welcomed the only two people in there. "Sam and Saul how're you fellah's doing?" He smiled at them both and took a seat across the bar from the owner and beside his friend. "Just a Firewhiskey Sam." He was going to limit himself this time, he had too much the last time he'd drank the stuff.

Hogsmeade had just opened for the students, but Sam wasn't expecting much more business than usual. Not many students stopped by this old place. At least not as much as the older folks, but that was just fine by him.

Speaking of old folks. "Saul," he greeted from the bar counter, wiping it down with a wet rag. "It's goin'," he replied simply, tossing the rag into the sink. Same old, same old. He had just started working on the man's drink when another familiar came into the building. "Evenin', Hops." Sam gave him a nod at the request and cracked open another bottle.

Samuel brought the men their drinks over."How're things on your side of town?" Which... wasn't really the 'other side'. Figure of speech.

"Things are goin'," Saul answered all two of his friends. "Got a feelin' Hogsmeade's gon' be mighteh empty this school year." Despite his awkwardness around small children, Saul still relied on them fer a portion of his income and his shop's profit. So when th' school was hurtin', his wallet was hurtin'. And it was already thin enough as is.

"Anythin' we should know, Hops?" Saul eyed his old mate as he took a swig of drink. Hops would give 'em any inside scoop on th' school if he could. Saul could only imagine how hard th' treasurer was takin' this break-in. Probably personally.

Emerald waved good bye to a son and father that now were the very satisfied owners of two bags worth of prank items for a birthday party. Glancing at the grandfather clock to her left she decided that she could do with a break. Taking her apron off, she stopped by a mirror to improve her make-up and pull a comb through her brown lock’s before she proceeded out the door.

She walked around aimlessly for a while before her steps lead her to the Hog’s head. Pushing open the door, Emerald stepped inside to see Samuel, Hops and Saul up by the counter. “Good day gentlemen!”

On high click clack sandal’s Emerald walked over and sat down next to Hops. Looking up at Samuel she asked sweetly. “Got any new drink specials?”