The pub was muggle, and nestled just outside Godric’s Hollow. Sirius was on a different mission for the Order, and he figured if he didn’t have anyone to spend Christmas with, he might as well be close to James and Lily. It was too risky to venture into Godric’s Hollow proper as an "Undesirable’, so close proximity would have to do. Nursing a glass of muggle whiskey, he unfolded the tiny scrap of paper Hermione had left them back in August. For the hundredth time he looked down at the hastily scribbled five words, "I’ll take care of them."