Monday, August 6th - 4:30 P.M.
For all his travels, Darius had never been to Hogsmeade. Perhaps it was the presence of the school that bothered him, or maybe the town's image of bright and wholesome wizard-ness had always pushed him away. Whatever his reasons, they held no power now - the Azeri Wizarding Times wanted a report on this Tournament, with a particular sway towards Drumstrang in favor to win, and he was the only contact they had already in the country.
So it was that he arrived at a Three Broomsticks still packed with excitement from the previous day's opening ceremonies. Darius scowled at the crowd and squeezed his way towards the bar, depositing a tattered duffle bag on the floor with a loud thump. "Excuse me," he said, trying to catch the attention of the woman running the bar; but there was nothing for it. She bustled right past without even looking his way.
Darius scowled and sank onto a barstool, clearing his throat before trying again. "Ex-scuse me, I am in need of a place to stay..." but the waiter he'd tried to flag down was struggling under the weight of several students' butter-beers and could not stop to talk, sweeping past Darius and into the main room.
Darius gave a frustrated groan and slammed his hand into the bar. "Do they provide lodgings here or not?" he snapped to the nearest person, without bothering to look at who or what they actually were.