Hermione crossed through the threshold from the quieting streets of Hogsmeade into the warm glow of The Three Broomsticks. She was greeted by the warmth from the great fire and the faint scent of butterbeer and the comforting aroma of freshly prepared pub food. Thankfully, Neville’s attempt to brighten the menu didn’t dare encroach on the centuries old fish and chips recipe. The familiar tone of house music she didn’t particularly care for pulled her from her hungry thoughts as she remembered what is expected of her. 