The Three Broomsticks: Eloise + OPEN
When she'd awakened that morning to remember that it was the first Hogsmeade visit of the year, Eloise was not surprised to find that she had mixed feelings. Eloise had been consistently stressed for the past few weeks and though she'd been managing it well, there was some part of her that found the prospect of wandering through the village in the company of over-excited peers entirely disturbing. Still, she knew that once she got there she'd probably start to feel much better.
So she had dragged herself out of bed, put on a particularly favorite outfit, and treated herself to a hearty breakfast in the Great Hall before heading out in the wake of a group of random fourth and fifth years.
That had been an hour or so ago, and now she was sitting by a window in The Three Broomsticks, a large butterbeer in front of her and a beat up paperback laying open, face down. It looked like a typical Harlequin romance - brawny, long-haired man, and a buxom and sensuous looking woman in the throes of an embrace. Eloise was mostly enjoying her solitude, but was keeping an eye out for any familiar faces nonetheless.