The Three Broomsticks hadn't changed a bit since the last time Liz had visited with her friends. That was back when she was in school, a witch in training so to speak. But it had been their tradition to have a drink here before Winter Vacation, the same day every year. She hadn't seen her friends since she graduated; she wrote back and forth with Kate, but that was different from being able to sit down and just talk. And so she was feeling nostalgic on this cold winter's evening and thought she'd drop by. Maybe someone else was feeling nostalgic too.