Upon finally acknowledging the world existed beyond Diagon Alley, Doyle decided to take a limp down to Hogsmeade for a relaxing evening. A limp meaning he apparated close to the nearest pub, but he certainly tried to give the impression of actually strolling (i.e. hopping around with his cane) through the streets and exploring the world around him. In truth, he just had three to five steps, depending on how precise his Apparition was.
Doyle had closed shop not long ago. He needed a break. He also deserved one, in his own opinion, but he always did. In his own opinion. The thing with Blotter was slowly calming down as his annoying neighbour finally started realising who he was dealing with and slowly, but visibly, started retreating. In his world - that called for a celebration. He won! Well, he was on the way of winning, but when you need an excuse, you never need much.
Mulling over whether to go to Rosmerta's or Dumbledore's brother's place, he picked the former, mainly because he was not in the mood for the noise of the latter. He liked the Hog's Head, heck, he was on good terms with Aberforth, but he did not want any of the local company now. He wanted some quiet and The Three Broomsticks, a popular student meeting place, was better for that.
As he slowly limped inside, looking over his shoulders as to avoid any familiar faces, Doyle saw a free space in one of the darker corners of the pub, but also two love-struck students heading that way. ''Not today, you won't!'', he said and shot a spell at the boy, who suddenly lost his step and fell down. As his crush and the surrounding people went to see how he was, Doyle limped as fast as he could to take his desired seat. Upon sitting, he observed the boy. ''Bah, you'll be fine. You fell down, now get on your way, your blocking my view at our lovely host'', he shouted finally, leaning back into the chair, waiting for his order to arrive. ''Now, that is what I call entertainment'', he said to himself, smiling.
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