Sisse had longed for a bright fall day for their Hogsmeade trip, but the weather had other plans. The persistent drizzle had driven her into the Three Broomsticks to take a break. Besides, one of the prefects had warned her that a few third years needed someone to keep an eye on them. Inside the pub it was warm and full of cheer, a delightful respite to the gloom she had felt surrounded by lately.

Henry and Matthew had been sitting with her but Henry had spotted a few friends and left with them for Honeyduke's and Matthew had gone to get her another butterbeer. Sisse was sitting there taking it the world when her breathe caught at the familiar face in the doorway. As their eyes met she realized she'd begun to smile. Well it'd see silly to smile at him and not acknowledge him. Mr. Bixby solved the dilemma for her by waving, she waved back then slid out of her seat and made her way to him.

"Mr. Bixby," She greeted looking up at him with a smile. "What a surprise." A surprise that Sisse was very grateful for. She'd been hoping to run in to him today, she ought not have hoped she would, indeed she had suspected she likely wouldn't, yet here he was.