Viktor returned the smile, and nodded at her, "Hot buttered Rum? It is the best when it is cold outside. But what are you having? Perhaps you do not like to drink?" he asked, turning to face her, and making a small gesture at the stool next to him.
"Please, join me. We are compatriots, here enjoying the warm with the cold outside."
He paused, "You seem familiar to me. Perhaps from Quidditch? If I imagine you on a broom," he said, and he tipped his head sideways as he squinted an eye at her, "From...from perhaps the Prides? Is that possible?" he asked, raising his head to face you, "What brings you out to this quaint inn?"