Faelan sat at the bar to finish his drink, figuring he may as well order his next before he went back to face the inevitable ribbing about what an idiot he was. Most wizards would kill for a shot with a half-veela, but then, Harry should have known that Faelan had never been like most wizards.
Faelan plunked down his empty glass, signaled the bartender for another, and settled his chin on his hand while he waited. Idly, he spun around a plastic sign-holder bearing an advertisement for the upcoming Hogsmeade Equinox Festival. The words on the sign were flashing from color to color, making Faelan dizzy. He pushed the thing away again, but not before he noticed Haven Books on a list of vendors who would be giving out discounts that day. Padma would have her hands full, so he'd have to make sure to make himself available to help her out.
His third drink sloshed its way toward him. He plunked a handful of sickles down on the counter before sliding off his stool and making his way back toward the others across a very uneven floor.
Leaning his hands on the edge of the table, he bent to look Harry in the face.
"You. Are. A lucky, lucky bloke. I was going to pound you, but your friend talked me out of it."