It was hardly Harry's first time in the pub, and it was safe to say that he was probably not a welcome sight anymore, but he still came here to try and get free drinks off Llewellyn or try and put drinks on an infinite tab that surely he wouldn't actually have to clear. The kid was his nephew after all. Or cousin. Or something. He didn't remember. Anyway, he was a relative and therefore owed Harry relatives' favours.

He didn't read the board outside, because well, he couldn't read, and so when he stepped inside, he was surprised at how busy it was and how high the spirits. Harry found his way to the bar and sat down. He waved at Llewellyn. "Llew! Over here, son!"