"I think a hundred Galleons is a very reasonable price."
Just as Kyle said this, Madam Rosmerta brought over a glass of mead and two freshly made Butterbeers.
Looking at the three of them chatting together, she was still rather surprised.
Naturally, Madam Rosmerta was no stranger to Kyle. Even before the young wizard had graduated, he had already chatted here with many famous wizards.
First and foremost was Hogwarts's headmaster, Dumbledore. That went without saying; many wizards had known for a long time that Kyle was one of Dumbledore's most prized students.
Then there was the former Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who had also held him in high regard. He had even pushed through all opposition to make this student, who had not yet graduated, the youngest Senior Assistant to the Minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic.
The matter had sparked plenty of discussion at the time. Many people believed Fudge had been trying to curry favor with Dumbledore... after all, they had once argued bitterly over whether Voldemort had returned, to the point of falling out completely.
They believed that Fudge must have realized something at the time and wanted to make amends, to repair his relationship with Dumbledore.
Kyle was a pretty good opening.
Of course, those were merely drunken speculations, and Madam Rosmerta did not think that an arrogant man like Fudge would bow his head to Dumbledore in that situation.
Combined with the snippets she had heard from the professors when they came to drink, she knew better than most just how exceptional Kyle was.
But she had never expected this young wizard to be having such a pleasant conversation with Headmistress Sacia, who lived in seclusion and almost never appeared in public... They were even drinking together.
It was truly