Osha would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved about the failure of their not-so-secret plan to get drinks. She was pretty sure she wouldn't even like stout... or ale or beer, judging from the smell of the bar whenever she went up to it.

Sam managed to smooth out any awkwardness with the witch taking orders, and Osha smiled her most innocent smile. "Yeah that sounds good," she nodded at the order of butterbeers and whatnot.

And then Zeta's voice was in her ear. She followed her friend's gaze to the familiar blonde figure, and stood a little straighter as if that would help her get a better look at the situation.

"Your sis is so pretty," Osha giggled, "she probably gets chatted up all the time. He looks okay I think, if she likes blokes like that..." her tone implied that she herself was not a fan. But she didn't really know who or what she liked these days.

It was enough to have a good time and listen to nice music.

“Oh Sam’s getting ours,” Zeta quickly agreed. “I’ll have a martini. Osha? You want one?”
“Oh um… just a chocolate stout if they have it.” Heather had twisted to see if she could see the names on the taps at the bar. It was crowded though, and she resorted to lifting one of the cardboard beer mats to suggest a pint of dragon scale when someone who worked there happened to be passing by. She looked vaguely familiar - but that was usual for the fact they’d all gone to the same school.

“Chocolate stout, aye, but y’sure you’re wanting a ‘tini?” The witch asked Zeta, putting them on the spot. “I’m sure mudslides are going to be quite better, but need ta see some identification too. Safety protocol an’ all. How about the rest of you lot?” Heather’s heart sank, though she was strangely quiet as she tried to work out a way to get round this.

“Just a bottle of butterbeer for me please, thanks.” Ambrose ordered, conceding.
“Water with lemon.” Zeta followed suit.

“A round of butterbeers for everyone,” Sam suddenly interrupted, warming herself in Heather’s scrutiny, “with the water and lemon for her… and five gigglewaters, for me.” Gigglewaters?

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Osha went along.
“Fine.” Heather said loudly, as was her norm, and folded her arms, making sure her nails were visible. “I’m sure Merry will be able to figure out a way since she’s Head Girl an’ all… and they’ll probably serve us in Calaveras, since we’re not werewolves.” She shrugged.

“Dragons have always been my favourite…” Theta was reminded of family friend, Balfour Spectre, who was now Head of Creatures at the Ministry. He had started out in dragons, according to the speeches at his wedding earlier that year. “No, I’ve got all my original parts….”

“That’s a relief,” Theta agreed politely, though smiling to herself at Ace’s mildly suggestive terminology. She changed tact, given the lights were changing colour on the stage, almost ready for Send No Crows to take stage. “So, are you here to see the band?” She asked, “I’ve only heard them a few times on the wireless, but my sister was raving so much about them last time she saw them that I thought I’d come along and see what the fuss is about.”

Kelvin relaxed when he walked into Rover's and the band hadn't started.  It looked like they were about to start.  He wasn't late he told the little voice in the back of his head that was insisting he was.  Just cause he'd planned on being there earlier didn't mean he was late.  His father had taken him out for a belated just the two of them birthday dinner.  Kelvin couldn't exactly skip out early on the dinner, he'd barely seen his dad all summer.

Then he'd apparated to the wrong place, which Kelvin was never going to tell anyone even if in his defense he'd only had his license for a day.

He stood on his tiptoes looking for his friends finally spotting Blake and the others around some tables.  He snaked his way around tables and other groups toward his friends.  Kelvin wasn't sure wasn't exactly sure what Heather was talking about as he joined them, but he was sure of one thing, "I don't think that is in the Head Girl job description.  I didn't miss anything did I?"