bait_backup | And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own (Reply)

*Glenda knows as well as the next person that there are things that should be done cheap and things that should be done right. And she knows, perhaps most of all, that there are some things that are worth traveling quite a bit out of her way in order to get done. For this reason, she steps out onto the windy streets of Hogsmeade outside of Dervish and Banges, strapping her watch absent-mindedly onto her wrist.

The bloody thing was a gift from her grandmother, an antique gold watch that had a decidedly Muggle nature about it. In fact, Glenda had no idea that it was in any way magical until it broke about a week ago, and she discovered the complicated sticking charm that prevented her from fixing it herself.

The staff at Dervish and Banges is lovely, as always, and helpful, too. Glenda glances at the face of the now functional watch and smiles. She doesn't need to be on the air for hours, and the chilly street is making the thought of running across the street to The Three Broomsticks incredibly tempting.

The place is exactly how she remembers it, complete with Madame Rosmerta, screaming one incoherent thing or another at an admittedly incompetent looking man in an apron. Glenda's lip curls just a tiny bit. Being a barmaid must be hell. She unfastens her cloak and hurries toward the counter. The place is busy, the workday being over for most, but Glenda navigates the crowd with ease.*

A butterbeer, please.

*Merlin. She hasn't had one of those in years.*