Aberforth leaned against the bar, to all intents and purposes ignoring the patrons in his pub as thoroughly as they were ignoring him, and wiped a glass with a rag that looked filthy. Like many things in Aberforth's life, it wasn't quite what it appeared to be. While some of what was around him was precisely what it looked like, much of it was an elaborate facade. It was the story of his life for the last several years and right now he wasn't sure whether he liked that or not. Recent events had him thinking and his thoughts were wandering down some very dark and depressing paths.
The sound of the door opening jolted him out of his thoughts and he arched an eyebrow when he saw what had just walked into his pub. Speaking of facades, he was being presented with a rather amusing one right now. He recognised the face of course and he couldn't imagine what Gilderoy Lockhart would be doing in his pub. Especially given the appalling job he was doing at being nondescript. He might as well have been wearing a sign shouting, "Look at me! I'm doing something I shouldn't be!" and Aberforth could only imagine how many people had seen the young man walking through Hogsmeade.
He didn't move until Lockhart spoke then he grunted to hide his amusement at the man's slip. He plunked the glass down on the bar then grabbed a tankard from the rack and filled it to the brim with mead. He thumped the tankard down on the bar in front of Lockhart, pretending that he didn't know the man from Adam, and muttered the price in a disinterested voice. He doubted Lockhart was really here to drink and Aberforth immediately started making bets with himself as to his true purpose as he held a hand out for the money.