Who: Amelia & Open
Where: The Three Broomsticks, Interior
Having come straight from her office at the Ministry of Magic, Amelia’s first thought upon arrival at The Three Broomsticks was to head straight for the bar. With a large glass of wine on her mind, she bypassed all of the other attendees, and found herself a stool at the far end of the bar where she could take a moment to breathe before thinking about finding anyone that she knew who was also there.
Ordering herself a drink, she kept her head down for a moment, focusing on her own thoughts. After a while, she eventually glanced up to take a look around the old pub, happy to see so many people enjoying themselves. Catching the eye of another across the bar, she offered them a smile as she raised her glass towards them.
It it had been up to Regulus, he wouldn’t be at this party. Unfortunately, as the Black heir now, it was his duty to represent his family at social gatherings. So here he was. Regulus slipped away from relatives and family friends to head to the bar for a drink. He caught the witch’s eye and nodded in acknowledgment. “I see I’m not the only one wanting to get away from the crowds.”