Having recently received some money from his grandfather via owl post, Jeremy was in rather high spirits. Er, higher spirits than usual, that is. And that's saying something, considering this boy was always happy. The fifth year boy's arms were weighed down with bags of books and robes and extra food for his cat, Theo.
Needing a place to set his things and perhaps just rest for a while, Jeremy headed to the Three Broomsticks, which was characteristically slow at this time of day, and he knew that not many people would be in there. The most crowded places in Hogsmeade tended to be Honeydukes and Weasley's, and Jeremy made extra care to avoid those places if it wasn't necessary. It wasn't that he didn't love people or candy or the joke shop, but he didn't really feel like being trampled by kids. Jeremy wasn't exactly the strongest kid around.
The Ravenclaw pushed open the doors of the pub with his shoulder, and was honestly quite surprised to see that the place was bustling with business. He briefly considered leaving and going to a different place, but the door had already shut and Jeremy had no free hands to open it with. Jeremy rolled his eyes and approached the counter, which only had a few people waiting in line. When it was his turn, he ordered a butterbeer, promising to pay the man once he set his things down and could reach into his pockets.
Jeremy turned his back on the bar and looked for a table that didn't seem to crowded. Finding one, he approached it and sat in the chair across from the only other occupant. "Oh! Erm, you don't mind me sitting here, right?" He asked the person. "I can leave if you'd like."