There was something fascinating about working in a place like Hog's Head. Once you got used to the dingy interior, the smell and the nature of the majority of most of clientele, that was. And Deryn Bateman had surely gone through that stage. When she had first set foot in this hell hole of a work place, the witch had held indifference and certain aloofness, which had probably been triggerred by a youthful pride or perhaps arrogance. After all, it wasn't a job of choice, more of a desperation.

The bar behind which she so safely separated herself from the rest of people inside provided her with an oportunity to watch and almost never to be noticed. With all the shady business going on in the pub, Deryn didn't want that for sure; she didn't want to get in the middle of anything that was either started or finished in Hog's Head. No, she merely stood there, leaning against the cold wall, her gaze lingering over the various range of costumers, from chronic alcoholics to obviously criminally minded individuals to adventurous Hogwarts students. In fact, the last was the most interesting category of them all.

Today two of them were present here. Both alone, which definitely heightened Deryn's curiosity, as she knew that this particular Hogsmeade weekend, students weren't allowed to wander around by themselves. She was quite sure that they were probably told to stay out of places like Hog's Head too, but it was an unwritten law that if there was a rule, there was a rule-breaker. One of those ordered a shot of Ogden's immediately, and Deryn completed the order without saying a word. The dark-haired wizard was obviously of age, and, hell, it didn't matter even if he wasn't. That's why many students visited this place, anyway.

The second one was female. Deryn assumed she must have been a year or so younger than her schoolmate. She watched the girl with interest as she took a seat at the table. For some reason Deryn got a feeling that she felt awfully out of her place, what's with her nervous lip bitting and glances casted towards the older wizard, who, Deryn was intrigued to notice, kept glancing at the door. Whatever he or the female student was up to, Deryn was definitely waiting to see.

Dropping the dishtowel on the sink, she made her way from behind the bar and towards the girl. "You are not of age, are you?" Deryn asked silently with a cheeky grin. Perhaps it was a mean thing to do, but she couldn't help it.