The Hog's Head wasn't exactly the greatest place for a second year Hogwarts student to be. Everything about it was sketchy - the sign hanging off of one nail, the dusty and small windows, and most of all the patrons. Witches - not the normal kind, but ones with warts and wrinkles - hags, and all manner of other unsavory rabble hung around in there. Jesse Benson didn't have a very good explanation for being there. He'd missed the Hogwarts Express and now was being taken to school through Hogsmeade by one of the school's assistant professors. They were going up to school just in time for dinner, so he had a couple hours to kill before he had to pack and so forth. However, this didn't give him a good reason to be in the Hog's Head. He just was. The door creaked ominously after Jesse finally managed to turn the handle. Sunlight illuminated the doorstep for a moment, revealing a dusty room that was otherwise dark. The light revealed dust hanging in the air, and as he took a step into the inn, he inhaled a lot of it in one breath. This provoked a sharp cough, which in turn caused half of the patrons to turn their heads his way. He smiled apologetically and slipped out of the doorway - the darkness was much more hospitable than this place seemed to be. Nevertheless, now that he was here, Jesse supposed he should at least grab a drink before he left. He approached the bar tentatively, but luckily the bartender was a man of few words. When the boy asked for a butterbeer and forked over a Sickle for it, no questions were asked. The innkeeper just ducked under the counter and retrieved one after wordlessly accepting his money. A slight smile of thanks spread over Jesse's face, but he didn't say anything.
He slipped through the crowded center of the room, carefully avoiding brushing arms, chairs, or bags. Jesse was out of his element, and he was taking no chances. What he needed was a booth where he could drink his butterbeer quickly and in peace. The last thing that he wanted to happen was some odd person coming to his table and striking up an awkward conversation. When you didn't know what you were doing, it was better to stay out of the way and not get hurt. Moving down the line, Jesse avoided the glance of anyone happening to look his way. All of the booths were occupied, but he was already all the way on the other side of the room from the door. Jesse took a deep breath and slid into the seat opposite a figure who seemed to be silently sipping butterbeer, just like Jesse. Something about the stranger's face seemed familiar, but the Gryffindor boy thought nothing of it and looked away. He popped the cap and was halfway through a first sip when it hit him. The warm beverage surged back up in his throat as he almost choked on it. "Gavin Forbes?" Jesse half yelled. He hadn't seen Gavin in ages! What was he doing in the Hog's Head? Jesse didn't really know what to think of the Slytherin boy he'd met in the middle of last year. They'd kind of been friends, but he didn't like the manipulative qualities of the boy opposite him. Regardless of this, though, his mouth still hung open. The shock to see Gavin again trumped it all.