The jovial atmosphere filled The Three Broomsticks so much that Gabriel felt as though it were pushing on him from all directions. He sat alone in a booth which commanded a view of the incoming traffic through the windows. Hermione had gotten word through to Gabriel that they would meet up at this place, and he had taken up the responsibility, as the first arrival, to ensure their seats. The picturesque village of Hogsmeade expanded shortly beyond the tavern in a direction opposite the school. Its smallness reminded him of New Zealand, but this town snatched from his a time of his past would be a larger part of his future.
The clientele of The Three Broomsticks were, for the most part, acquaintances and assorted friends of Gabriel to an extent that the adventure inspired by being somewhere other than Hogwarts was lost with the realization that his surroundings had scarcely changed. A particular character had gained Gabriel's attention, however, as Draco Malfoy, Gabriel was knowledgeable to his meager reputation, had for several minutes been watching Gabriel himself. Apparently Malfoy had taken an interest, for Gabriel noticed that one of his sizeable companions joined in staring, and then was followed up by the second companion. This audience failed to spark Gabriel's fancy and he shifted his position so that his back was to his 'admirers.' As a consequence of this move, Malfoy comprehended that Gabriel had caught their stares and was displeased to have them watching him, and as Malfoy began to speak to his two chums Gabriel discovered he was now in relatively adequate earshot of Malfoy.
"That's Gabriel Baine, Crabbe. From what I've been told he's from New Zealand and became an exceptional Keeper there, different approach to flying down there, they've got. People say he's quiet, but a few others talk of him being quite outgoing. He's Gryffindor scum in my opinion, making friends with the lot of them: Mayberry, Weasley, and Potter. No surprise, guess he was just about raised with that Hermione Granger. In the Ravenclaw house, but no matter, he's just the same as them. He'll never amount to much since he's as shoddy a Mudblood as Granger."
While Gabriel measured Malfoy's contemptuous words, he caught sight of Annabella approaching from the school and the thoughts of Mudblood vanished. As an article will submerge, reappear and then pass down into the watery deep again, he continued to catch brief glimpses of the nearing duo. An animated Hermione entered second and remained stagnant in the doorway while her eyes searched the room until they came upon Gabriel. With a rejuvenated smile leading the charge, her frame seemed to bounce toward him. He was intent to wait for her until she was directly before him. More than ever he wanted to charm her so that she might fill with attraction and never let her eyes leave his good-looking face, as Adonis did to the divine. Perhaps then she'd desert all motivation to split her affections disproportionately with another and be rightfully his. However, Gabriel knew Ron would be not long from arrival himself and it would be best that they should enjoy themselves rather than contend with each other. Annabella had entered and reached the table unobserved by Gabriel, a fact which he instinctively felt she noted through her cool recognition of him before she sat. His error, or rather their error, continued to endure.
Following the girls, Gabriel seated himself. In the process of doing so, he glanced over toward Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin's eyes were intensely alert of Gabriel and his table.
Earlier that day...
"So, where's Draco?" Clara asked entering the Slytherin common room, where Tempest was waiting, rather impatiently, for her.
Not looking up from her magazine, she replied, "Oh he and his idiotic body guards left already."
"What?!" Clara's eyes narrowed. "He was supposed to wait for us."
"Uh..." Tempest started, finally looking from what she was reading. "What's it matter? You see him at least 24 hours a day."
"Right." Clara glared at her friend. "Let's get going..." She led the way, Tempest tossed her magazine aside and followed. The whole time mumbling about why in bloody hell she ever encouraged the relationship in the first place.
Reaching Hogsmeade
"So where do you'd think he'd be?"
Tempest rolled her eyes at Clara for about the 57th time that day. "I would care why?"
"Anyways..." Clara stated, ignoring her friend's comment, then dragged Tempest with her towards the Three Broomsticks. Seeing her boyfriend in there, but still annoyed he left without her, pulled Tempest to a booth far away from him. Tempest was doing her best not to smack Clara, but lightened up as they sat down for some butterbeer.
Meeting
Author: Coco Nutt
Date: 02-06-03 17:52
Coco woke up early on Saturday, excited at the prospect of getting to fly again today. She'd looked forward to each of Madam Hooch's flying lessons and it was with a sense of vast disappointment that Coco had walked away from the last of the lessons yesterday. Coco and Pea agree that flying the Wizarding way is the best thing since sliced bread. While it's disappointing they can't go into Hogsmeade, Coco is thrilled that she and Pea will be able to spend the day not only flying but learning about this Quidditch game everyone talks about.
Coco and Pea eat breakfast and then Coco takes Pea on a short walk. Too excited to wait any longer, though knowing they were probably very early, Coco with Pea ensconced in one pocket, merrily skips down towards the pitch as fast as she can go. She skids to a stop in front of a gruff looking but cute man whose brow is furrowed so tightly together it appears he has only a single, long eyebrow.
Coco cranes her neck up to grin at the man. "'Allo! Me name's Coco Nutt and this here is Pea Nutt," Coco gestures to the little dog sticking its head out of her pocket.
"Air ya Viktor Krum?" she asks sticking out her hand and not waiting for a reply. "Ace* tah meet ya, Mr. Krum. Chuffed as nuts*, or in our case Nutts, ta be 'ere we are wif ya fer takin' time orta your schedule ta 'ave tha workshop tahday. Oi'da bin uh real eejit* tah miss it.Even wore me alans* best fer sittin' a broom."
Viktor Krum's face looks even more puzzled as he slowly shakes Coco's outstretched hand and dutifully scratches Pea under the chin when Coco holds the tiny dog out on her flattened hand. His eyes take in Coco's entire appearance while his mind tries to wrap around what she's just said.
"Yes, I am being Viktor Krum," he glances towards his three teammates and to Harry and Ron, now off their brooms and walking his way then returns this gaze to Coco. "Vy are you not vearing shoes?"
Her bright blue head looks down at her bare feet. "Cor, Oi niver wear me shoes iffin I kin help it. Don' even loike wearin' almonds* lessen Oi hafta. Cain't think as good iffen me toes are swelterin', doncha know."
As Coco moves to meet his associates, the totally lost Viktor thinks to himself, "Wonderful. I finally got a dictionary to understand all the Gaelic phrases Dierna is always using. Now I need to get one with Coco-speak."
Running his fingers through his thick hair, Viktor fervently hopes someone will come along soon who can tell him what the heck Coco is saying.
~~~~~
ace = excellent, wonderful
chuffed as nuts = extremely pleased
eejit = idiot
alans = Alan Whickers = knickers
almonds = almond rocks = socks
Bronwyn and I found ourselves happily wandering the streets of Hogsmeade, watching as our fellow students darted about excitedly.
"Shall we head to Honeydukes?" My friend beamed at me. "I've been so looking forward to it!"
I smiled back at her. "As have I, but I'd like to pay a quick visit to my parent's restaurant first, if that's alright? Perhaps we can even get a free lunch out of it! My Dad's a great cook." My fellow Hufflepuff quickly agreed once I promised that Honeydukes would be our next stop.
We continued down High Street until we came to the Spinning Horn, my parent's new establishment. The place looked great. They had still been in the process of setting up when I had left for Hogwarts, but things we now in full swing. It was packed with the lunchtime crowd but I was quickly able to spot my mom bustling past. I shouted out to her and she came quickly towards us after shouting over her shoulder to my father.
"Bronwyn, these are my parents. Mom and Dad, this is my room mate Bronwyn Dewhurst." Introductions and the usual 'how you do's' and general inquiries followed before Bronwyn and I were ushered into a booth and mountains of food set before us.
We ate and eventually both parents were able to steal a moment to join us. My mother seemed fidgety and somehow not quite together, which quickly made conversation awkward. There were things I wanted to tell them, like about the Slytherin boy I had met and about the strange things that the sorting hat had said to me. But somehow I felt that this was not the time.
Finally my mother said what it was that must have been troubling her. "Emma, your birthday is coming up soon . . . and you will be 16." She paused a moment and took a sip of her drink before continuing. My father had placed a hand on her arm and glanced nervously toward Bronwyn. "You might receive something . . . a gift . . . from your grandmother." The way she said this filled me with unease, but the words sounded innocent enough.
"But Gran always sends me something."
"Not your Gran Riley, Emma. Your grandmother Rickard, my mother."
Grandmother Rickard? I had never heard that name spoken, and never had my mother ever said anything about her parents. "What?"
"Just . . . if you do receive something, don't open it. Whatever you do. Send word to your father and I immediately."
"What? Why? Why have you never spoken of this?"
"It is complicated dear." My father spoke for the first time. "It is something not quite appropriate yet. Your mother and I would prefer to put it away for you, is all. Understood?"
"Yes Dad." Both looked much more relaxed then and began once more with regular chatter as if nothing unusual had been said.
We passed the rest of the time pleasantly before it came time that Bronwyn and I had to be on our way. My parents wished us both farewell and happy semesters before adding a quick "Remember what we have told you, Emma!"
We left the Spinning Horn and headed in the direction of Honeydukes.
Conversation/Dervish
and Banges
Author: Fynn Greenleaf
Date: 02-07-03 01:34
Fynn took Cho's hand in his, as they made their way out of The Three Broomsticks. On their way out, he saw Gabriel and gave him a wave and a small greeting- he felt happy, cleared of all misunderstandings and worries. Fynn and Cho made for the exit, laughing and engaging in inane conversation. Dervish and Banges was right at the other end of the street, so it was a long walk they took- observing the perfection of this outing- the sky, the clouds, the atmosphere, his hand in hers. Along the way he amused her with his oftentimes silly antics.
"It's just such a good day," Cho said, giggling, the sun in her eyes.
"Indeed it is," Fynn replied, grinning back.
"What's with the grin? You're not up to something are you," Even if he was, no one could lie to that lovely face.
"Nothing, madame."
"Ugh, that makes me sound so old!"
"Which you're not, most evidently," Fynn replied, smiling shyly. Or was it slyly, with a glint in his eye?
"Don't give me that look," Cho replied, blushing a lovely red, and giggling again.
"What look, milady?"
"That one you have right now," More laughter. She linked his arm in hers as they made their way into the shop.
For the past week Remadi had been spending part of her free time with Annie getting ready for the tournament. They both found faults with the other's way of playing and pointed them out, making each other better players. Today was Saturday, though, and Remadi was going to Hogsmeade with the other students who were allowed to. Annie was just a first year and couldn't go, but she was getting a flying lesson with Viktor Krum (which Remadi was tempted to join anyways.)
Remadi finished her morning Tae Kwon Do practice and walked back to her dorm room. She was going to have to start practising her Tae Kwon Do inside. It was getting colder. It was moments like these that she missed Florida, which was slightly warmer than England.
She smiles at Neko as he stretches and then hops onto her shoulder. "Hey, sweetheart," she greets as she grabs clothes for the day.
"After I take my shower, we're on our way to Hogsmeade." She says this cheerfully, but a pang of hurt and sadness hits her, too.
Remadi had never been to Hogsmeade. She and her mother had planned on visiting there this past summer, but then her mum had gotten sick and died before summer had even started. It was moments like these that she missed her mother, which was always worse than missing Florida.
Remadi puts those feelings aside and takes a quick shower. She picks up some money and Neko before heading down to the commonroom. She was hoping to catch Rowena and go with her to Hogsmeade. Remadi reaches the end of the stairs to catch the end of the conversation between Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She sees the two boys in their Quidditch gear and stops. She hadn't thought about Quidditch practice today, but they really needed all of the practice they could get. Slipping quietly back upstairs, she changes her clothes. She finds her way down towards the pitch, following bright blue hair that is going at a slightly faster click than she is. She sees Ron and Harry along with four other people, one she recognizes as Viktor Krum.
"I wonder what we're going to do for practice, with Viktor Krum teaching the first and second years on the pitch," she says to Neko as they finally reach the pitch.
Two Dumbledores?
Author: Nevvyn
Date: 02-07-03 07:21
"John" slips quietly out the door as I greet my newest customer. She introduces herself as "Professor Veronica Dumbledore".
"'Tis a well-known name in these parts!" I exclaim. "Would you then be related to the Headmaster, himself?" I ask with a smile.
She explains that she is niece to Albus Dumbledore, and that this is her first year at teaching. After chatting for a few moments, I discover that her field is Arithmancy, a subject I know little about.
"Well then..." I offer. "Please feel free to look around. We offer a rather eclectic assortment of odds and ends... such things as a student, or possibly a teacher, might find useful. We also have a variety..."
We are interrupted in our conversation by the blare of a "tinny" rendition of one of the Captain's tunes. I turn to see Tom, feather duster in hand, jigging around the store. Totally oblivious to everything but the music, which seems to be emanating from a brightly-colored baseball cap, he swipes at infrequent speck of dust on shelves and merchandise. Shaking my head in dismay, and trying to hide my laughter at his antics, I stride over and snatch the cap from his head. To my great relief, the music dies in mid-note. Realizing what he has done, Tom puts on his "bashful" look, toes turned inward, shoulders slumped and head hung down. He looks at me, apologetically, out of the tops of his eyes. Carefully, I examine the hat and discover a miniature Sono-cube is embedded in the material where the Captain's Logo is embroidered. I take the measure of the cap, then weave a "Sphere of Silence", some six inches larger than Tom's head. This is a variation of the old "Bubble-head" charm, and effectively acts as a sound barrier. Satisfied with my work, I replace the cap on Tom's curly head. All I hear is blissful silence, but his eyes light up and he begins his dance anew. I point him in the direction of the back of the store and nudge him on his way.
Returning to the counter with tears of suppressed laughter in the corners of my eyes, I see my customer is also smiling. "My apologies, Professor. One of my "adoptive children"... Brownies, actually. They are sometimes a bit "hyper-active"! Now! Where was I? Oh yes! I was saying that we also have a variety of potions, remedies and nostrums, crafted by my own hand. Please take a look around and, if you have any questions, please ask."
Concerning Lions
Author: Rubeus Hagrid
Date: 02-07-03 08:57
Hagrid woke early that morning to work in his garden. He was going to water the plants, and spray them with Flesh Eating Slug Repellent. His pumpkins were doing well, and were growing bigger by the day. Now if only he could keep that lion from making a comfortable spot right in the middle of them.
"Oy! Lion! Get outter there! Go on! Git!" Hagrid boomed, waving his arms at the lion who lay there sleepily then yawned in his face. " 'S'about time I gives yer a name. Can't go around jus' callin' ye 'Lion' now, can I?" Hagrid thinks about this as he paces back and forth in front of the giant lion.
"Fluffy? Neh, I used that one b'fore. How 'bout....? Neh, don't like that 'un, either. Oh! I knows! How 'bout Charles? Ye like that?"
The lion stretched his neck and sniffed Hagrid with his large nostrils, the pawed at the giant of a man.
"Awww, bless 'im! I think 'e likes it! Now, Charles, do ye think ye could find a differ'nt place ter lay or summit?" Hagrid asked kindly, giving a begging look.
The lion stood, stretched its front paws out and yawned, then walked over to the base of the trees and curled up for another nap.
"Tha's better. Now, I'd better go check on tha' fudge. I'm hopin' those three young 'uns'll come 'round today. Maybe on their way back ter the school." He started humming to himself. As he passed the side of the house, slapped his thigh for Fang to come along with him inside.
Wonder as I Wander
Author: Charlie Weasley
Date: 02-07-03 09:13
As he wandered Hogsmeade, Charlie Weasley wasn't sure why he was so irritated. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn't really be of any use back at the burrow, or maybe it was just that he was nervous about everything.
Helena's mother was apparating from Sweden to help with the wedding plans, and Helena'd warned Charlie to be sure to be back for dinner, especially since her mother would be there.
Maybe they could live in Hogsmeade? Dragon Keeping was becoming so much of a bore to Charlie now. Maybe he and Helena could do as they had discussed before as they settled down. Charlie bit his lip and went in search for someone who could help him. Maybe there were some houses here in Hogsmeade that would satisfy the two of them.
In his muffled thinking, Charlie had failed to realize that it was the day of the Hogsmeade trip. Students lined the streets, popping in and out of stores, talking in The Three Broomsticks, looking in the display windows on various shops. He wished Helena were here to walk with and hold his hand. He was becoming such a sentimentalist now, and it amused him so.
He made a mental note to look for something special for Helena and bring it home to her after he was done looking for a small home for the two of them.
Two Months
Author: Chyler Stratford
Date: 02-07-03 09:32
"Do you think that you could help me with this please, dear?" Chyler asked as she stood on a foot stool, pulling books from a shelf.
Lysander quickly jumped up from the desk where he was going through bills and paper work to help his beautiful wife. "Honey, you shouldn't be lifting heavy things!"
"Ly, those aren't even big, thick books. They're thin ones, and don't weigh much. I'm not straining anything, so please let me try and work like a normal person?" Chyler sighed as she stepped down and took the books from him and headed back to the little area she'd set up with a ledger book to take inventory. "I'm leaving the bigger, heavier books for you and Jules. It's always been that way. I've gotten the same lecture for the last two months. If I feel you underestimate me."
She kissed him on the lips. "I'm fine. If you want me to, I'll go and take a nap after lunch or something. Now, go and finish your paper work and I'll finish this pile and then I'll go make the three of us some lunch."
"All right," Lysander pulled his wife closer and kissed her again. "I'm hungry anyway."
Chyler giggled and pulled the quill from her bottle of scarlet ink to start writing. She flipped open the cover of the book and wrote down the title, author, copyright and where the book had been published. "By the way, where is Jules, anyway?"
Dervish and Banges
Author: Cho Chang
Date: 02-07-03 10:09
They wander into the wizarding shop, arms linked completely together. They smile at the manager of shop and Cho waves, moving further into the store. She rests her said gently on Fynn's shoulder the two slowing to look around, killing time, hand elevates to play with some wind chimes, making them sing. She giggles gently pulling Fynn back to her, he slams into her playfully, "Look Fynn...when they move they play a song instead of just clinking together..."
He nods lightly, looking around, there had to be something else, seeing an illusion, he smirks slyly, goosing her sides, she yelps softly, "That's not the only thing it does..."
Seeing the illusion her mouth falls open slightly, "Oh wow...Like a guard majigger."
"Actually, I think it is a guard majigger."
She rolls her eyes, nudging him as he wraps his arms around her waist, she lays her hands over his and they walk this way with his head resting lightly beside hers as they head further into the recesses of the interesting shop.
Introduction
Author: Fritz Schnackenpfefferhausen
Date: 02-07-03 10:09
When Fritz arrived at the Pitch, he saw Coco and Pea talking to a man presumed to be Viktor Krum and a few older Hogwarts students dressed in sports gear. Some other men lingered about, brushing remnants of baked sweets from their robes.
Fritz waved to Coco when she turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, and then he gave Pea a gentle pat on his little furry head. Viktor smiled and greeted, "Hallo. My name is being Viktor Krum. Velcome to the lesson. Vat is being your name?"
Fritz offered his hand and said, "Hallo, Herr Krum. Mein name is Fritz Schnackenpfefferhausen. I am very pleased to meet you."
Strategies
Author: Minerva McGonagall
Date: 02-07-03 11:41
It was a bit odd that Mr. Masterson would ask Professor Dumbledore for a few pointers on Wizards Chess, but, then again, if anyone needed help with their game, Albus Dumbledore was your person. Either he, or Ronald Weasley.
Minerva sat patiently with her hands in her lap. She watched her old friend, and her student move their pieces around the chess board.
"Ah, ha! And you see....here I can take your queen, checking your king, Mr. Masterson. You must watch very carefully!" Dumbledore said as his piece glided across the board and knocked Lawrence Masterson's queen to the side, checking his king.
The old witch's mouth flattened as if to hold back a smile. Mr. Masterson's face, on the other hand, had broken into a wide grin almost as big as Professor Dumbledore's at the move. She continued to watch silently as the strategy lessons continued for a while longer.
Twice Told Tales
Author: Lysander Stratford
Date: 02-07-03 15:29
"By the way, where is Jules, anyway?"
Chyler looked up from her paperwork, brushing the soft down of the quill against one of her pale cheeks. Her dark eyes followed Lysander across the small room as he stepped behind his desk and found his seat.
"I'm not sure," Lysander admitted, shrugging. He shuffled through some of the parchments strewn across the surface of his desk and added, "I haven't seen him all morning. Perhaps he's with Briar."
Chyler nodded and resumed working, humming quietly to herself. She paused her little tune when the front doors chimed and three familiar voices cut through the silence of the virtually vacant bookstore. "Sounds like our favorite Slytherin bunch is here," Chyler said, putting her quill down.
"So, my lady love, if you're so eager to do some work around here, why don't you go greet them?" Lysander looked up from his own work and grinned wickedly.
His beautiful wife stuck her tongue out at him and went to the front of the store, where she greeted the Slytherins and announced, "We do have some excellent new books you three might be interested in. Why don't you follow me and I'll show you where they are."
Lysander jumped out from behind his desk and leaned up against the door frame of the office in time to observe the amused looks upon the Slytherins' faces. When Chyler returned from leading Azaelia, Isolde and Pyrrhus into the secret room, she embraced her husband and buried her head into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head and breathed in her scent, never wanting to let her go.
In the Shop
Author: Fynn Greenleaf
Date: 02-07-03 18:36
There was a vast array of strange and wondrous contraptions you wouldn't have expected to find from the shop's pretty, pretty much ordinary exterior. With whirs and clicks, small machines chugged to life- all these, in some way, useful- in some way, "wizarding equipment". Particularly interesting (and funny) was a strange object which by all appearances, resembled a child's well worn soft toy. It had a huge round nose, two ears, doe eyes and comically tiny arms and legs. Its label read "Ye Oldde Badde Spell Deflector".
"Right. It looks formidable," Cho laughed, tugging at Fynn's arm and pointing. This shop, though small by appearances, seemed to go deeply into forever- shelves and shelves and shelves, it seemed. After a while of pointing and fiddling around with things, they made to leave. They were just strolling down the shop aisle, when out of the blue, a shrill, wicked cry tainted the air and a flash of black cloud appeared before Cho. She screamed and instinctively fell backwards, into Fynn's arms. She hadn't seen where it had come from, and was completely taken aback. Fynn, however, from where he was standing, had seen the source of Cho's shock. It came from the silly "Badde Spell Deflector" they had laughed at earlier on. He laughed softly, at the same time aware of and enjoying the warm head and pressure on his shoulder.
"Look, it's just the teddy bear," Fynn said, laughing and pointing at the soft toy looking thing, whose eyes, rather scarily, had narrowed into slits. The wizard behind the counter was chuckling merrily.
"It's scary!" Cho exclaimed, giggling a little, head still on Fynn's shoulder. Could she hear his heart beating? He put his arm around her shoulder, to comfort her.
"I'll get that," he told the shopkeeper, pointing at the windchime majigger contraption they'd looked at earlier. "Ooh, nice move" Cho intoned, knowing where this was leading. When it was wrapped and packaged and Fynn had paid, he passed it to an elated Cho as they left the shop.
"To cheer you up, Miss Chang, and prevent further teddy bear incidents, I present... your very own personal guard majigger!" Fynn leaned over to kiss her, as she, delighted, smiled and her incandescence lit up the world and the street and the day.
A Day Off
Author: Aaron Miller
Date: 02-07-03 22:10
I take the steps at Gringott's three at a time, slowing only to nod at the Goblins who open the main doors for me. A minute later I'm taking the wild ride to my vault. After stowing some highly classified documents, I grab some of the galleons, sickles and gnuts from their neat piles and brace myself for the ride back. It's not until I'm walking towards Flourish & Blotts that it sinks in just how tense I've been at getting those documents safely hidden away. Those papers contain one irrefutable proof after another that Bernie is not the mole. Josh was getting nervous having them in any of his safes so after assuring him I knew where the documents would be one hundred percent safe from the mole or anyone else, I met him this morning to get the originals. Now, if I could just find evident pointing us to whom the mole actually is I'd be one happy camper.
I feel a pang of guilt as I enter the bookstore. I really should be putting in more hours tracing down the traitor but not only was I in desperate need of some R&R but I'd promised months ago that I'd take Deak to see Drake for Hogwart's first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. Both the boys and their uncle, Will, had sent letters as soon as the date had been announced. Luckily, I'd not had to explain to Josh about needing a day off because after putting in nearly as many hours on the mole problem as I had these past weeks, he is pretty fried himself and had announced Thursday night, well, Friday morning technically since it was 2 a.m. at the time, that we'd put call it quits at noon on Friday and take a break until Tuesday noon. The only work for the rest of the weekend was the meeting this morning for me to get the documents.
After leaving the office yesterday, I'd gone home and crashed. Didn't wake up until the alarm went off this morning and even then hit the snooze button so many times I nearly didn't have time to shower. If not for this Hogsmeade thing with Deak, I might still be hibernating and think that when I get home again this afternoon, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Or better yet, I'm bringing home a case of butterbeer and will alternate sleeping and downing a few bottles of the delicious stuff. Might have to get a few of those cakes and pies at Briar's Bakery as well.
While drooling at the thought of having all day Sunday and Monday to sleep, eat nothing sugary confections and drinking one butterbeer after another, Deak nearly knocks me over in coming to greet me. I grab him and mock wrestle for a minute before we walk over to the office. We tell Will goodbye then Deak throws some floo powder into the fireplace and before I can say, "Butterbeer," we're in Hogsmeade.
