Better Late Than Never

[Kingston Shacklebolt]

Moving to hogsmeade was a strange experience.  He couldn't help hut feel a sense of guilt for, in a way, profiting from some one else's misery.  The price of property in hogsmeade had dramatically dropped after the fire and it very conveniently coincided with his retirement.  He'd  been able to afford far more than he might have before. 

There was something liberating about living in an all magic society.  It was a little strange to walk out his door to see people openly wearing robes or carrying a wand but it was something he'd happily get used to.  In the few times he'd  ventured to High Street he'd  bumped into a few familiar faces but he was still a stranger there.  Having spent the last few weeks getting settled into his new home he'd not really had a chance to get out and aqaint himself with the community.

Now that he was settled in he was prepared to rectify that and what better place for community bonding than the local pub?  He shouldered his way to The Three  Broomsticks, letting in a large draft before the door could close behind him.  He took a seat at the bar and accepted a pint of a local brew at the suggestion  of the bar tender.