There was a continued silence between the three at the bar as Hermione sipped her drink. In the name of curiosity, she allowed her eyes to drift over to the man seated just a couple of seats down. He wasn't handsome in the most conventional of ways, but she could see how he might have turned a few heads when he was younger. She put his age as early to mid-forties. If he had been a wizard, he would still have had many more years to look forward to before anyone started to call him "middle-aged'. His light green eyes and dark hair made for an almost startling combination. Funny how she always seemed to find the men that reminded her so much of...