Very little about The Three Broomsticks changed in the years since she was a student. Madam Rosmerta was a bit older and the clientele a bit more dangerous thanks to the Death Eaters running the village, but Hermione could almost close her eyes and imagine that the man she was seated across from was Harry or Ron and this was another Hogsmeade Saturday before their world turned to shite. Despite being an extremely talkative man, often to his detriment, Thorfinn had little to say as he filled his belly. Food was more important than speaking. It made his dining companion laugh. Sometimes he was little more than a child. She envied his ability to push aside the horrible deeds he'd witnessed to always find humor and something good in his world instead. Sometimes she was entirely too pessimistic.