Protego's shop was not one often visited by students, so it was not usually affected by the start of the new school year, but as a resident of high street, he did notice how the crowds died down once September rolled around. He was sure the increase in business was nice for most shopkeepers, but Protego always thought it was nice to return to a more normal pace for things.
He slipped into the Three Broomsticks at a bit of an odd time--about an hour before the usual supper rush, though there was always someone about, it seemed. He headed toward the bar to order himself a drink and whatever was on the menu for the evening. "Good evening," he greeted at the bar.