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This chapter was written by: RissaPotterMcAbbyAddict

Life was interesting. No, really, it was a bit dull at times. The full moon was not for two more weeks. Quidditch season had yet to start, and practice didn't start until next Thursday. Today was Friday. Luckily, however, it was a Hogsmeade weekend.

The main street of Hogsmeade was lined with shops to rekindle supplies and of course, Zonko's Joke Shop. On the end of the street was our destination, The Three Broomsticks.

"What are you going to get at The Three Broomsticks?" I asked my companions, Sirius and Thomas.

"I think I'll have a nice butterbeer." Sirius said.

"Butterbeer? What's that?" questioned Thomas.

"Butterbeer is drink that is very warm and delicious." Sirius replied. He seemed to have warmed up to Thomas much more now that he had a new wand.

"OK. I think I will have that. What are you going to have, Rissa?" Thomas in turn inquired.

"I'll probably have a Butterbeer. Although…" I replied slyly, looking at Sirius, "Oh, never mind. Curse my age!"

"What?" Thomas asked, surprised by my outburst.

"I want Firewhisky."

"Why can't you have it?" Thomas asked at the same time that Sirius asked, "Why do you want Firewhisky?"

In a reply to both I said, "You can't legally drink certain drinks until you are the age of seventeen. Because…" I trailed off looking at Sirius as I had before, with a coy grin.

We had reached the Three Broomsticks. The door was pushed open, almost flattening the three of us, so Sirius couldn't respond, though he did look a bit flushed. We entered the restaurant to a cacophony of sound. The line to order was long, and we had to wait for several minutes.

In the midst of our waiting, I heard a voice louder than the others call out, "Oi, missy." I turned to see who was speaking, and if they were speaking to me. A man, who was clearly drunk, was staring holes right through me. "Why don't you come over and sit with old papa?"

I stumbled backwards, bumping in to Sirius, to whom I grabbed a hold of to keep my balance. He turned in surprise of my movement and looked to see at who I was staring at. His face registered shock.

The man who had been speaking to me was none other than Alan Butterfirt.

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