Curtis had really planned his weekend off terribly. When he had planned to have that Saturday off, making sure nothing, short of Armageddon, would get him to step back in the Ministry, he hadnt realized that it was a Hogmeade weekend for Hogwarts students. When he arrived in the Wizarding community, he was rather shocked to see the mass numbers of short people meandering about. It wasnt as if he would absolutely die from annoyance, he just didnt want to be competing with all the teenagers for a drink. And then there was always the aggravating reminder that he was an Auror and if a student acted up or some other misfortune occurred, he would probably be expected to step inOn his day off. What utter bollocks.

He realized pretty early on that if he wanted a drink, the Three Broomsticks was certainly not the place to go looking for one. He remembered back in his Hogwarts days he enjoyed going there for a butterbeer, not daring to go to the alternative pub until his seventh year. But now that he had seen plenty worse than what he could ever imagine seeing in the Hogs Head on a quiet Saturday afternoon, he made his way to the grungy pub without even a second thought. Perhaps he would see a Professor from Hogwarts, or another Auror keeping watch over the students. Company could be nice.

As he turned the street, he noticed that a shorter hooded figure was going into his point of destination. He probably shouldnt have thought anything of it but he noticed by the small frame and shoes of the person that this was a female and though that didnt mean much, it could mean it was a female underage witch entering the rather shady pub and that just had trouble written all over it. He sped up his pace so he could get to the door before the woman; if it ended up being a perfectly of-age witch just going for a drink he would just hold the door open for her, acting the perfect gentleman, but if his suspicions were correct, he would turn the young woman around, advising her to follow the rules and find some nice friends to trail around with.

Curtis grabbed the door just before the hooded witch did and he slyly peered at the face in the cloak. He was right! Ha! He released his hold on the door handle and folded his arms across his chest, barring her entrance. He couldnt help but grin at his genius; he really wished Helena Morgan had been there to see that he wasnt some idiot but sadly she was working. Ha! But as he stood there, formulating some kind of quip, he noticed the girls familiar face again. NoIt couldnt beIt couldnt be his little cousin. But she looked so much like little Abigail. Last time theyd seen each other she mustve been thirteen and now look at her! All grown up. He felt painfully old. It was so obnoxious to see people age so drastically when he probably looked the same as he had four years ago.

Cousin Abigail, what, might I ask, are you doing all by yourself and entering the Hogs Head? Hm? he queried, raising an eyebrow but with a friendly smile on his face.