Minerva had patiently bided her time in the Three Broomsticks, quietly watching to see who was coming and going, as well as the sort of patronage currently frequenting the place. But once everyone else had left for the evening, she remained at the bar and waited a little while longer. When Rosmerta finally approached her and whispered, Minerva turned to face her and dropped the glamour.
"You won't be needing your wand, my dear. Not unless you plan to use it to accio over a bottle of Red Currant Rum for us to share."