Entering the Three Broomsticks, Octavius was greeted with the up tone beat of what was unmistakably an Irish folk band. It was a nice touch, gave the place a very lively atmosphere compared to the rest of Hogsmeade which seemed to be in a particularly somber state because of the now second murders and the magical law enforcement apparently being unable to catch the perpetrator yet. Turned out his hunch had been right but he had, had no doubts about that.
He had intended to find a table and try and deal out a few hands for some coin. He actually didn’t need to troll pubs at the moment. Business was actually up currently. Suddenly the divination shop and his wards against evil weren’t so crazy. Still, he liked to go to pubs and he especially enjoyed this one because of it’s proprietor.
Spotting her over by the corner of the bar, he decided to say hello before he got settled in. “And what do you do so secretly, Rosie?”