Not in the mood

She groaned as she stepped into the three broomsticks. She would much rather be somewhere quieter, and a lot less cheery. Actually, the Hogs Head would be wonderful right now. She could get a fire whiskey and sit in silence without anyone bothering her. Unfortunately she did not want anyone to see her enter the Hogs Head. Here at school she was supposed to be attempting to keep a low profile. She knew how to put on the happy face and pretend to be polite, but she could only take so much before she gagged.

The bartender offered her a butterbeer, and she scrunched her nose. They were sickly sweet and disgusting. Instead she ordered a lavender tea, she could use the warm drink. It was autumn and n0t particularly cold outside but she hadn't been feeling the greatest so the cold affected her more than she anticipated when she chose her outfit. Her cold only contributed to her bad mood. She took the drink with only hald a teaspoon of honey, not wanting to make it too sweet.

She scratched her arm, the one with the dark mark. It was burning, which meant there was a meeting but she knew she was not invited. She was to remain at school unless told explicitly otherwise in a series of codes her father devised. She huffed, now very annoyed that she could not be there. It was Hogsmeade weekend no one would miss her for a few hours. She could wander into the forest and apparate there and back before anyone knew it.