WHO: Neville, Stephen, Harry & Open, Open, Open! WHEN: September 1, 2001, nighttime WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron WHAT: Pints to celebrate the re-opening of the Leaky, and for the pure joy of having pints. RATING: PG (for possible raucous language?) WARNING: Neville might just slip up and swear. STATUS: Public / Incomplete
So, sometimes Neville was glad he was on a sporadic schedule and that he didn't have a "real job" yet. That meant he could walk into the Leaky on a Monday, have as many pints as he wanted and go to bed with any worries (aside from Gran having sent the random howler in the middle of the night, but she hadn't done that in a while.) Neville pushed open the door to the Leaky, grinning as soon as he saw the welcoming fixture of his childhood alive and thriving. Merlin, Hannah was brilliant. It looked wonderful and Neville was glad he'd come.
After taking in the large open room with a smile, Neville turned to look for the familiar faces of his friends. He hadn't seen Harry in a bit, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to Stephen Cornfoot outside those journals. He wondered if Ron would be about, seeing as Harry was coming. He meant to owl Hermione, or Ginny, too, but it had slipped his mind in a rush to get out the door without forgetting anything. But, hell, Harry had probably let her know, too. Harry was good about remembering things like that. Still, it was the "official" re-opening of the Leaky. There were already tons of faces mingling about, several of them he knew, some seemed vaguely familiar, and some he couldn't place at all. Neville didn't think on it too long. He had more important things to do immediately, namely, order a pint. He headed over the the bar with a bright smile, looking abut as he went. Merlin, it really did him good to be in the Leaky.