Mundy was in the center of the room, completely pissed, bragging about nothing in particular to a group of equally-smashed wizards. Most of them were older than him. Hermione was glad he'd stopped trying to pull shite like that in the Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosmerta ran her inn with an iron fist, even as young as she was. Disorder was unacceptable there, but here it was the expectation.