Tiberius had debated long and hard about attending Rosmerta's musicale, but had finally decided that it would do his public image well to be seen at such an event. It would lend truth to his desire to seem more approachable to the common wizard, which he did. He just wish it could be done elsewhere than a brothel. Nevertheless, the Three Broomsticks was still a decent pub, beyond being a house of ill repute, and it had been awhile since he'd had time to attend a social engagement simply for the joy of it.
He dressed for the evening carefully, choosing casual robes over anything more formal, and though he conceded to his Pureblood heritage by wearing nothing underneath them. Robes had been sufficient enough for his father and his father before him, thusly there were sufficient enough for Tiberius Ogden.
The pub was crawling with patrons by the time he arrived, and he easily made his way to the bar to order a Firewhiskey-no other drink on the planet as far as he was concerned-and then turned to mingle.