Fred was humming on some old tune by the Wicked sisters as he Apparated from the shop with a soft pop, reappearing on the considerably quiet streets of Hogsmeade. It wasn’t that late and there still where only few people around, but they were living in less happy times than from what he wanted to remember the good old village, weren’t they? He mussed his hair and dusted off his dragon skin jacket as he approached the Hog’s Head, mind on whether he might see some familiar faces or not, and if Ab still was mad at him for last time. He grinned to himself, deciding it didn’t matter that much, since he hadn’t done anything too bad, as he pushed the pub’s door open and sauntered in, the familiar scent of old tobacco smoke and stale beer hitting his senses.
He headed straight for the bar, easily sliding in the empty chair that had been unbeknownst to him occupied by one Remus Lupin just some time earlier. Fred gave the barkeep his (well, theirs, since there was really never just something Fred‘s) signature smirk, starting to unwind the deep blue, yard-long knitted scarf he’d gotten from Mum, from around his neck. “Hullo there, Ab, ya old crook. Still don’t want that stuff I told you about last time? No? Well, how about you serve me some beer while I drench in misery about it, yeah? No, not Butterbeer, mate! That effing awesome Muggle stuff, you still have it? Splendid!”
A little pop later he was served with a bottle, that was accepted with a wink and a delighted “cheers”. After taking a couple of deep, thirsty swings the redhead turned around in his seat to peer curiously at the rest of the room. There wasn’t a lot of familiar people arou---. Wait, wasn’t that Tonksie over there? Fred grinned and waved enthusiastically, having not seen her in a while.