Jude Morte strolled in to the Three Broomsticks and closed the door behind him. He was immediately welcomed with the familiar scents of butterbeer and other such beverages. There was almost nothing Jude loved more than to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink after an uneventful day. He ran a hand through matted and impossibly messy hair before walking up to the bar and sitting up on one of the stools. He drummed his fingers on the counter surface impatiently as he waited for the waiter to take his order. Unfortunately, the waiter was currently attending to someone else, so Jude was forced to wait, which was also unfortunate because Jude happened to be a very demanding and impatient person.

Thankfully the waiter didn't take too long and soon arrived in front of Jude. He asked for his order and Jude replied simply by saying, "Firewhiskey." The bar tender eyed him suspiciously for a moment, wondering whether he was of age or not, but Jude's confidence and lack of anticipation told him that he had probably had firewhiskey before and was therefore probably of age, so the bartender left to fulfill the order. Yet again there was more waiting. Jude despised nothing more.

Eventually, his firewhiskey was placed in front of him in a tall mug by the man behind the counter. Jude refrained from thanking the man and merely started to gulp down the liquid. The familiar warmth that it filled him with was comforting, but Jude had no intention of getting drunk today. He placed the mug back down the couter and licked his lips. He was starting to get a little bored, and wished he had some company other than the empty stools beside him.

Jude looked next to him as Leland entered the pub and joined him at the bar. "Hey Leland," Jude replied plainly. Leland Troy could definately be considered a friend. He was just as prejudice against mudbloods as Jude was, plus he was a slytherin too. "None of them do..." Jude added in agreement before taking a sip of his own firewhiskey.

Jude turned slightly and looked sideways at Leland. "Well, to be completely honest it's been bloody uneventful. Nothing exciting or of much importance ever happens around here," he answered with a sad sigh. He gulped down more firewhiskey, the warmth filling him again. "And how about yourself? I reckon you must have had a better day than I," Jude asked curiously.