Emmeline stepped into The Three Broomsticks, her glamour still firmly in place. The past few days had been wicked crazy and she'd gotten no where with any of the Death Eaters.
Frustration oozed from every pore. At least she could have a drink and have some time to unwind. Edmund was tucked in safely at her parents' house.
She stepped up to the bar, giving Molly a smile. (She'd only shared her glamour with her and Dumbledore.) No need to give Severus any ideas.
"Hello, Molly," she said, taking a seat on one of the stools. "How about the cup of the strongest thing you've got?"