Emmeline sensed there was a longer story that went along with what George told her about Rita, but figured she'd save asking him about it for another day. "Thanks," she told him, stepping into the pub and looking around. It was a quaint place, but was obviously managed by someone who took pride in its upkeep. It wasn't very busy, so Emmeline didn't have any problem finding her and George an open table.
Draping her coat and scarf over the back of a chair, she placed her order for a butterbeer, then sat down. She had purposely chosen a table in the corner so that their conversation wouldn't easily be interrupted. "So, what is this about Dumbledore's Army?"