A Hog's Head?

Arya walked down a less crowded street to the Hog's Head Inn. An older Gryffindor, Myra, had told her about it. She said it was rumored that Hengist, the founder of the village, had lived there. Just another tourist spot, but there was a small pub connected to it.

After stopping into a tiny little potion's store to look around, Arry finally found the inn. She pushed open the oaken door and entered the gritty "pub", ignoring the curious looks she got from a few older witches and wizards.

"Seat ova 'ere is open, child," the server pointed to a practically minuscule round table with two stools.

She sauntered over and sat down, scooting the stool closer to the table, which was pretty much just a taller stool. She had a good view of the main street, at least. The man brought her a hefty mug of butterbeer and a few stale-ish honey cakes. Then she heard the door swing open.

"Arya?" a familiar voice said.

Rose weaved through the crowds of people, wondering when she would get to The Hog's Head. She had really wanted to have a couple butterbeers before the day ended, and the Three Broomsticks was very crowded.

"I've never seen so many people in one place..." she muttered to herself as she walked through the streets of Hogsmeade.

Actually, this wasn't the truth. Hundreds of people attended the feasts that House Zermanion threw.

"Pardon me," she said to an elderly woman with green hair. "Do you happen to know where the Hog's Head is?"

"Oh, God. Not another one of you kids! No more!" the woman shouted, rushing away.

I wonder what that was about. Strange. Rose thought to herself as she continued on her way. She had had a good day so far. She had gone to Honeyduke's and gotten a load of candy for her school friends (her muggle friends would find it very peculiar); She went to Dervish and Bangs to buy a couple old books to read in her spare time. That is, if she had any spare time.

"Ah! Finally made it! Thank goodness!"she exclaimed as she found The Hog's Head.

She scanned the room, trying to find an empty seat, but instead, she found Arya, sitting by herself at a tiny table. She decided it would be best to join her.

"Greetings, Arry,"she said happily as she sat next to her. "How's your day been? Cheery?"

(OOC: So sorry it's so long! I just couldn't stop typing!)

Arya half-forced a smile as Rose Zermanion sat down to join her. She didn't know the Hufflepuff well, but she heard she was almost as talkative as Mitri when she got on a roll.

"My day has been slightly boring," she replied cheerfully. "How about yours?"

She noticed the large bag from Honeyduke's the girl had with her, and felt a pang of jealousy. Arry had been so wrapped up in the meeting with Kolby that she had only spent two of the ten galleons Adele had given her. She would definitely have to stop by the sweets shop before heading back to school.

"I forget, are you pureblood or what?" she asked, rather bluntly. "Have you ever been here before?"