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After the incident at the Three Broomsticks, Winter had avoided Hogsmeade for a while, as she was too embarrassed to even show her face around the town. Putting on a brand new pair of white jeans, a coral thank top and a black hoodie, Winter set out for her first night out ever since the tea-pee situation. Really, it wasn't half as bad as Winter made herself belief, it had only been close to a week since it happened. As she stepped inside the Hog's Head - because the Three Broomsticks would have been terrifying - Winter pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail. She'd gotten the job as Hogwarts nurse, and that was reason enough to celebrate. Of course, since her silly brothers and sister couldn't make it to celebrate with her, Winter was going to do it alone. What better place for drinking than the Hog's Head? None. She walked up to the bar just as a woman who seemed to be quite a few years older than her lifted up a glass. Taking a seat at the bar, Winter asked for simple firewhiskey. She wasn't really into the whole drinking thing, but she figured she should have to start somewhere.

"Actually, no." She stopped the man behind the bar. "Give me a taste of everything you have." She said, because it never hurt to try anything. Turning to look at the woman, she noticed how she was smiling very friendly, and wearing an outfit that Winter thought was too formal for the usually unkempt pub. "Sorry to bother, but are you celebrating something?" Maybe she was, and maybe Winter could share her news with this strange woman. Trying to find something to compliment the woman on, Winter was at a loss. Personally, she wasn't a fan of the color of her dress, though the dress was pretty from the top half up. She also wasn't a fan of the whole bling idea, so she couldn't compliment the shoes. Finally, Winter's eyes settled on the woman's heart-shaped pendant. "I like your necklace." She smiled. Pushing up the sleeves of her hoodie, Winter turned to the bartender as he brought out some of the drinks, all labeled in messy handwriting. Reading the first one, firewhiskey, Winter took the glass bottle and stared at it. Was she supposed to just chug it? Or was that tequila?

Unsure, she carefully took a sip, and the burning sensation in her lips and insides was too much for her to handle. Pushing the bottle aside, Winter made a mental note to never drink that again. "Nevermind, sir." she pushed the rest of the drinks away too. "I'll just have tea. The rest can be handed out, I'll pay." she smiled at him again as she put down some galleons on the table. Winter wasn't rich, she had never been, but her father liked to send money to all his kids, so that was perfect for her and her past lack of job.

The wise words from the lady brought a smile to Winter's lips. "That is very true!" she agreed, "And congratulations to your friend! " Surely words from a stranger were the last thing a bride - or groom - would ever want to hear at their wedding, but it seemed polite to wish them so, whether or not Winter personally knew them. Winter had never been to France, but it must be a beautiful place,,and she couldn't imagine why anyone would ever pass up on the opportunity to visit the country. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to judge the woman's judgment now. She seemed very friendly, after all

It seemed a bit funny to Winter that the woman had mentioned her attire, because Winter hadn't publicly said anything she had thought. "No worries." Winter smiled. Really, there wasn't much she could say about it. The woman could wear a tracksuit and she'd looked equally pretty. She had one of those naturally beautiful faces, the kind that Winter was often jealous of. Seeing as she spoke of France as something very familiar, Winter couldn't help but wonder, "Are you French?" She certainly didn't have an accent, but then again Winter didn't have a Sicilian one either. Maybe, like Winter, the lady had a non-English heritage. "What's brought me here?" Winter repeated the question, somewhat startled by it as she had not expected it to be asked.

As the man brought her the tea she had asked for, Winter poured some of the liquid into her cup. "I'm doing some celebrating of my own. I suppose." she settled on that answer. Then, taking a sio of her hot drink, she continued, "I figured I could drink something different tonight, but I am a weakling when it comes to alcohol." she raised her cup of tea, demonstrating what a lame drinker she was. "I've been chosen - rather, hired - as Hogwarts' Assistant Healer." she revealed, "First real job, so that's exciting." She bounced a bit, her happiness not so easily contained. Of course, her first job was probably nothing compared to a marriage, but Winter would take the profession over the wedding in the blink of an eye. No, rephrase that. Winter would only take the wedding over the profession if it was a wedding to a certain someone.

Winter smiled again as the lady commented on her lameness and suggested virgin drinks. "Noooo...I'd rather stick to my tea." Winter wasn't one to notice people much, maybe only the ones who she already knew and would often be on the look out for, but other than that she never really paid attention. "I just finished my last year of uni." Winter said proudly, because if she wasn't proud of herself, nobody else would be.