Drink is the question...yes is the answer...

Rose slipped into the back of the Three Broomsticks, trying to keep herself unnoticed and yet look older than fifteen at the same time. Ordering a strongish drink by standing behind a crowd of people at the bar and shouting over them, she continued to her usual table at the back in the corner. Rocking back on her seat, she curled her feet up under herself and covered her body with her cloak, making her look much like a cat sitting by the fire. She took a sip of her drink, not reacting as the sweet liquid slipped down her throat.

Abigail walked into the Three Broomsticks alone, looking around for anyone she knew. She headed up to the bar and got a butterbeer, taking a small sip before she looked around. She spotted Rose in the corner and went over to her.

"Hey Rose.." She said kindly "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Rose looked up abruptly as Abgail spoke. "No, sure, sit down..."

"Thanks" Abigail smiled in relief, glad she didn't have to sit alone. She sat down in one of the spare seats near Rose, and took another sip of her butterbeer, lost in thought.

"So..." Rose took another sip of her drink. "Anything...exciting?"

"No.. there never really is with me.." Abigail sighed, in a slightly sad way. "How about with you?"

"Same..." She took another sip, coughing slightly. She held the glass up to the light, swirling the golden liquid around inside it. "I probably shouldn't drink this actually...what with my...condition..." She looked away as she said this last word, placing the glass carefully back onto the table.

"...Condition?" Abigail asked, looking at Rose in concern.

"Oh, nothing. Just that I'm 'not quite right in the head'..." she said, scowling. "But I have spells for it, don't panic. And besides, it's only really men who are in danger..."

"Oh right.." Abigail said, giving Rose a small smile before taking another sip of her butterbeer.

"It's called erotomania if you really want to know." She sighed, staring again into the strange shades of the golden drink. "Most people have no idea what it is. Basically, it's a rare disorder in which the person holds a delusional belief that another person, usually of higher social status, is in love with them." She quoted her muggle psychiatrist.

"Oh, right.." Abigail nodded "That must be hard for you.. you know if people, find it wierd.. I don't though" She assured her.

Ron walked into the Three Broomsticks, he glanced around the room, looking for Harry orHermione, not seeing any of them he walked upto the bar and orderd a butter beer, the man passed it to him and he handed the man some money, then he sat down alone. He took out his homework, and looked at it puzzeld "Hmm..doing homework in hogsmead..I must be depressed.." He mutterd to him self.

She smiled at Abigail. "Thanks. I'm also an Empath, which is fun. Ish..." She looked around the busy pub, spotting Ron at another table. Trying to catch his eye, she waved at him.

Ron continued to stare at his homework, extremly confussed, he say there, propping his chin up by his hand, leaning his elbow on the table. "Hmm.." He said, looking at the homework, with out a clue on what to do.

Rose smirked and waved her wand furtively, whispering. Ron's quill jumped out of his hand and drew an arrow pointing towards Rose and a large smiley face before falling lifeless again.

Ron looked up and laughed, standing up, he walked over to her "Attention seeker" He said, still laughing.

"Yeah, well," she shrugged modestly. "I don't like to show off..." Picking up her glass cautiously, she took a tiny sip of the drink inside it, worried that she might have had too much alongside her spells already.

Ron nodded. He glanced around for any sight of Hermione, he only needed to get a glimpse of her..that was all.

Hermione walked into the three broomsticks alone, looking around for someone to sit with. She grinned as she spotted Ron and Rose in the corner and she headed over to join them.

"Hey, mind if I sit with you?" She smiled, her cheeks were pink from the cold outside and her hair was all messy from the wind "Its really cold out there" She said.

Ron blushed as he looked up at her.. "I uhh yeah sure, go ahead.." he said, avoiding her face.

"..Thanks" Hermione replied, sitting down in one of the empty seats. Ron hadn't looked at her when he was talking to her.. was he angry with her? Had she done something wrong? She thought sadly.

Ron kept looking away from her to avoid blushing "So.." he said, looking at the table "Been upto much?" he asked, his eyes remained on the table.

"Just homework and things.." She replied "You?"

"Oh urmm..nothing I guess.." he replied, his eyes still fixed on the table, he wanted to look at her beautiful face, but he couldn't take it anymore. Everytime he looked at her, he wanted to kiss her! he felt so bad..but he couldn't risk it.