She managed a bit of a skip when deposited onto the other side. There was a greeting from across the way from some witch working within the establishment.
"Hallo again, love, back so... oh and with company, I see!" Lyra smiled pleasantly and gave a light wave before turning to make sure he came through okay. A bit dusty but, so was she. Lyra brushed off the front of her sundress.
"Oh, sometimes just for a good butterbeer but otherwise, no, not really. Unless there is good company to be had."
She lead the way out of the friendly tavern and made a steady stroll toward her cottage. It literally was just behind the tavern, separated by an old, red wooden fence. The place was exactly like any other building in Hogsmeade: quaint, small, and certainly old.
It had a very small, very thick garden in the front that she had been trying very hard to take care of, but not every flower was blooming as she wanted. It had a thatch roof and she had to bump her hip against the small gateway to get it to open properly.
The inside wasn't at all modern. Every bit of furniture was mismatched but somehow managed to fit in a sort of... eccentric, grandma chic way. She obviously adored antiques for there seemed to be a collection of old looking books, clocks, pictures (of people who weren't her family, though some that were) and odd and ends.
She let him step in before shutting the door behind him. Lyra took to leaning on that door, bright eyes watching him take in her living room area while she stayed still and quiet. It was as if she was contemplating doing or saying something but she hadn't quite the nerve to be that gutsy.