Who: @amyccarrow Where: The Three Broomsticks
Amos often wondered why he still came here on Friday nights. On the surface he was an extrovert but even he found the amount of people in here at present a little smothering. He was headed towards the bar when someone fell off their seat, quickly erupting in drunken giggles, making Amos jump out of the way and right into someone else.
"Sorry mate" the apology to the man was automatic. Though when Amos saw who it was he felt less inclined to be apologetic. Whilst Amycus had never done anything to Amos personally, they had gone to Hogwarts at the same time and Amos didn't really like the way that Amycus or his friends carried themselves.
Amos hadn't got himself involved too much in the war and perhaps that was selfish of him. But he did not approve of anyone who looked down on muggleborns. As a pureblood himself, he could never understand why people thought that made them superior. There were plenty of muggleborn who were smarter, better and more worthy than he was.
