Stepping out of the emerald green flames of the fireplace, Nessie brushed the soot off her jacket before looking around the pub. She'd opened her journal to write another update on Torcher and Mossy's sibling rivalry when she realised she'd run out of ink. In the attempt to find the second bottle she had lying about the house she knocked it off it's perch on the shelf and spilled the whole thing on her poor kneazle.
Striding through the Friday evening crowd, Nessie looked around for any familiar faces. There were more than enough people standing about and sitting down to a pint that she thought it possible she'd recognise someone. Without fail, she glanced at the bar and did a double take, breaking into a grin when she saw Trimble. Changing course, there was always time for a drink after all, she beat out a large wizard for the seat beside him and turned sideways with a grin. "Alright, Professor?" She greeted cheerfully.