Lee let himself look around. There were a lot of people here tonight, more than he had expected, though he hadn't realized that he had many expectations. Three years made it a little harder to recognize people, too.
He heard his name called and looked over, behind the bar, and his grin broadened as he recognized the man. "Seamus Finnegan, right?" he said.
Another Gryffindor, a couple years below him. Blasted his eyebrows off trying to make rum once, he thought he remembered, and thought that being a barman is a fitting place to find him.