Leathan

Leathan finished off his shot, setting it down and eyeing the still full one sitting in front of Helena. Any comments he had ready on the tip of his tonuge, however, never made it out as the last arrival made it to the table.

"May I remind you that we did not come here for spirituous refreshments alone, Mr Collier. Besides," She continued, her point dictated accordingly. "I do believe you will find this gathering a little different from your typical after-work drink."

No other voice - no other witch - could make Leathan instantly feel as junvenile and unrefined as Professor McGonagall could. Even at 33, he quailed and reconsidered a second shot with a weak smile at his old Professor. "Good to see you, Professor," he said with all due respect and then some before he turned his full attention to Rabastan.

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Dumbledore

"I'm sure the boy knows how to handle his drinks, Minerva," Dumbledore said, not unkindly and with a hint of laughter hiding behind his beard - though it wasn't to be missed that Albus forewent having himself a second shot. Even he knew better than to challenge Minerva when her equilibrium had already been thrown out of whack.

Once Rabastan had spoken, the information clearly being spelled out, Albus cleared his throat lightly. True, he had agreed to the meeting when Rabastan had approached him, and yet something had niggled in the back of his mind ever since he had agreed that the meeting was best held off campus.

"I have heard no complaints from students, though to be fair, they aren't as apt to come running to me when they do have them. I would wager that the older students haven't been fairly pleased with the stricter guidelines set for all on the Hogsmeade weekends. I would like to bring to the table the idea of extending hours for the sixth and seventh years. Though, that would mean more work on your plate, Rabastan," he said, leaving it for others to pick up and give their own views.

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Filius

Filius hadn't much to say since the others had arrived, finding more interest in his hot mulled mead. It most certainly wasn't anywhere near as tasty as Rosemerta's mead; he chose to not give the matter too much thought and did his best to ignore that there was a faint lipstick mark still on the rim of the cup he'd been given.

The Hog's Head hadn't ever been known for it's cleanliness.

"Ravenclaw is a good bunch. No complaints have been brought to me by the Prefects. But then, they've all got good heads on their shoulders; the reasons for strict guidelines and the visible presence of the Hit Wizards is for their own safety. Though, I'm sure that the older students wouldn't make noise about getting extended hours on Hogsmeade weekends."