The fire crackles as you take your seat, a smile on your face. The air hums with the clanking of glasses and the conversations of dozens of people. You smell the rich scent of butterscotch and maple; the atmosphere is warm and welcoming. In short, all the hustle and bustle of Hogmeade's, and often Hogwarts', favourite place to come. You sit, waiting to place your order. "Butterbeer and Firewhisky are one of our more popular options but you pick what you want," says the bartender.
this is a pride location.
This is the site of the marketplace! Clothes, pins, badges and all sorts of accessories patterned with the LGBT+ flags are being sold here.
He walked into the pub and found a seat at a table by himself, and opened up a newspaper. The news these days was never... pleasant, but it was best to keep abreast of it, so one didn't remain too ignorant to the goings on in this world.
It was summer and Etta was passing through the pub for some food. Etta didn't notice Oberon was there until she passed his table where she paused. "Professor Fox?" She asked. Etta had never really talked to him throughout the school year, maybe a smile in the corridor, but she thought he was nice.
"It is! I certainly didn't expect to run into anyone today," Etta asked, her eyes flicking towards the paper, painfully reminded of everything going on and pursed her lips before looking away. "How are you?"
Etta hesitated before accepting the suggestion. "As long as I'm not interrupting," she said as she sat down. "And–you're right. I think a lot of people are better than the wizarding world. It makes me miss Hogwarts. Always a safe bubble in there, you know?"
He nodded. "You aren't," he assured her. "And I think that's what Hogwarts does best... we do what we can to protect the young ones in this country from the outside world. Though.... you can tell the older students are aware and wanting to fight back."
"I don't exactly blame them. It's their right," Etta said with a shrug. When the idea of a march was brought up, she was supportive of it–100%. "I suppose it's rather frustrating. Being expected to do NEWTs and OWLs when all of this is going on," she said with a smile, though her tone was light and was making a joke.
Etta ended up laughing at his response, short and sweet, her nose scrunching up. "I'm sure they have the best of time," Etta said. She knew some students didn't really like herbology (Etta didn't really like it herself in Durmstrang but she didn't like any class. Gosh she wished she was a better student). "I don't know if I can say the same for Transfiguration. It's very technical."
Etta smiled slightly before shrugging. "Oh well, such is life," she said. "It's such a necessity for so many things out there that we just have to deal with it all. I like transfiguration, even though I know so many people find it boring. It's a good class to teach. And students usually get the hang of it, just takes a bit longer for some."
"Same for me," Etta said as she smiled over at the waiter. Butterbeer wasn't her favourite. A lot of things in England wasn't her 'favourite'. Like tea, she still didn't quite understand tea. But butterbeer was likable enough. "So do you have any plans for the summer?"
Etta was never quite sure if she felt sad when she heard about children. Another coworker of theirs, Teagan, had a child recently and of course Etta had sent over a gazillion of things. Turned up with flowers and other gifts. She was always so happy when she heard about people with children but there was always that small little ounce of sadness at the back of her mind. Reminded her of her own loss so many years before. "Oh, they're so young. I'm sure they're a joy to be around."
”Oh, no it’s okay,” Etta said with a shrug before hearing the next question. Etta almost laughed. “No, no one. Not got a long time.” Not since her ex husband really. “But I have my work and my students to keep me going, you know?”
Etta's brows slightly raised at that and her ears, though thankfully covered by her hair, turned a shade of red. "Yes, well, it's a lot longer than some of the other professors. Most don't seem to last more than a year or two."
"Usually," she agreed. "Which I think is sad. But they all have other aspirations that they stumble onto. I don't think any of them really know what they want to do so they return to what they feel comfortable with–Hogwarts. Which is a good thing and a bad thing. Of course, it's always rather strange treating your previous student as your colleague."
He grinned. "Well, there's a natural consequence to that, as whatever they're working with will probably behave contrary to how they'd like, at which point I encourage them to ask a friend who was listening. They learn quick enough at that point."
"I suppose it's the problem with magical classes. If someone doesn't listen and mess up whatever they're doing, well...there can be dire consequences. There's a reason I never let anyone perform transfiguration spells on other students," she said as their drinks were slid in front of them. "So I suppose herbology is the only class you're interested in? Teaching wise."
Etta burst into laughter at the compliment, certainly not expecting it. She forgot she could be considered powerful, especially as deputy but she never really felt it. It was just her job. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” she said when her laughter died down shortly after it started. “But thank you.”