Cecilia pushed the door of the three broomsticks open, getting a few glances her way. She grinned at Madam Rosmerta, who was eyeing them suspiciously but made no mention of it. Rosmerta was familiar with the young Nott's ways. Cel gestured to the others: Seeker and Leo, and slid into a seat at an isolated little table. The warmth of the pub sent a welcome tingle up her spine and along her arms. "Well, what do you know... we got here safely." The grin pulled at her mouth again.