Three Broomsticks: Dean & Drew & OPEN
Dean felt like a bit of an arse, really. But he'd said he'd come and it wasn't like he MINDED. He was just pretty sure that he'd meant something different than Summers had. Which would make him a git. But he figured saying something person was less of a git thing to do than taking it back over the journals.
He'd gone off to grab a few things from Honeydukes and told Seamus he'd see him later. (And might have strongly hinted that Seamus should stop by and save him from being awkward.)
Dean dropped down at a table, smiling at Rosmerta as she brought him a butterbeer and then picked up his bag from Honeydukes. He didn't have much cash to spare, but it was the first chance he'd had to get some of the wizarding sweets that he couldn't get over the summer, so he'd splurged a little. He dug out a chocolate frog, catching it before it could hop and taking a look at the card before flicking it back into the bag and taking a bite of the frog, wincing as it stopped squirming. He always felt just a bit bad eating them.