Now normally Donaghan didn’t venture into many wizarding establishments unless it had something to do with his band. He especially wasn’t wandering into them now what with the decrees going out against muggleborns. In all honesty though he was beginning to think that nothing was going to happen to him or his fellow Weird Sisters considering it wasn’t a secret which of them was muggleborn and which were halfblood. Most of the time he the preferential treatment amused him but he thought that they should be held to the same standards as everyone else. This was the one time he could honestly say that he was glad for the treatment if it got him out of whatever trouble the others were getting him in.
But tonight he was out because his wife was staying with some friends. One of her best friends was getting married and evidently tonight was their hen night and that meant that Donaghan wasn’t going to be seeing her until late tomorrow evening if not early the day after. He didn’t mind that she was out though. He was glad that she kept her normal muggle friends and hadn’t tried to immerse herself into the wizarding world with how it was now. For now it felt as though the muggle world was so much safer an option for them both, but he couldn’t just give up on the magic that was in him and that he knew existed.
The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade seemed like an ideal place to go since he was in the mood for somewhere magical. It was close to Hogwarts, which had always been deemed as one of the safest places in the magical world, and it brought back a lot of memories from his school career. He certainly remembered all the times he’d came here as a student on a Hogsmeade weekend. Being just in the village brought back a wave of nostalgia in Donaghan and he grinned when the sign for the Three Broomsticks loomed just in front of him.
“Good old Brooms,” Donaghan murmured, pushing his favorite pair of sunglasses up his nose from where they’d slipped. He wrapped his coat more firmly around him and just gazed at the building for a moment before he opened the door, grinning at the how the place hadn’t seemed to change. Of course the previously warm and cozy coat was now starting to feel a little too warm, but that was to be expected and he shrugged out of it easily enough and headed to the bar, ordering a butterbeer to continue his nostalgic feels as he gave a little wave to the other two at the bar, not wanting to interrupt their cozy appearing atmosphere.
Of course when he noticed just who the redheaded woman was he couldn’t hold in his happy outburst and interrupt them despite having not wanted to just a moment ago. "Meghan! Fancy seeing you here!"