With a smile of gratitude as Mr Michaud opened the door for him, Bragi whipped off his hat and entered the Three Broomsticks with tremendous interest. It was a busy, bright and chattery place, right now dominated by the delicious aroma of what smelt like steak and ale pie.

”Oh I don’t know about that”, he replied humbly when his friend said he’d one day be a popular sort, ”but it’s kind of you to say.”

”So you live in Wales now?” Bragi asked conversationally as he hung up his hat and coat. ”Is that where Puddlemere is?”

  

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"Yes, I do and no. Puddlemere is a town that sank into a river back in 1405 but it's Quidditch team has lived on. It's now situated in West Dorset in England." It was a fascinating bit of history but admittedly one he only knew because of Rasmus. Who had also only known the details in order to impress him. Settling at a table and indicating for Mr. Holm to do the same, Tristan smiled over at him. "I highly recommend the butterbeer or ale."

  

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Puddlemere sank into a river? Goodness, what an apt name then. "Oh, butterbeer. That sounds perfect", he agreed warmly, as a server overheard them and took their order.

"And you know, after my journey today I'm quite famished." He glanced at a chalk blackboard which boasted steak and ale pie, and briefly licked his lip. "Will you be eating?" he asked Mr Michaud. As hungry as he was, Bragi was not inclined to eat alone while another sat without.

  

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"Certainly," Tristan said when Mr. Holm askd if he would be eating. And he couldn't blame the other man for being famished. Ordering the days special for himself. "You'll get used to the UKs food in no time."

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And so with a smile of relief, Bragi settled down to his first meal — and friend — in his new country.

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