While Saturday nights saw the Broomsticks so busy that Jon didn't get home until the ass crack of dawn, the afternoons still belonged to the regulars only. They stayed at the bar until the young Saturday night crowd came in to make the place loud again.
One of those familiar faces was Narcissa Malfoy nee Black who could usually be found at a booth. Jon also usually had one of the Prewetts wait on her as it always pulled up too many memories. Now, though, she sat at the bar as Jon finished polishing a pint glass. He placed it on its rack, then went to Narcissa, taking in a deep breath.
"What can I get for you?" he asked, smiling a little.