Parker jumped on to his broom as Ryan soared pass him. He laughed as he pushed his feet off the ground, his body seemed lighter, more free when he was flying. Parker had always been a decent flyer, but not quite talented enough to play on the quidditch team, although it had been something he wished to do since he saw his first game. He was high above the sidewalk now, the icy air felt like razors slicing his skin,”Oi, it’s bloody cold! I dunno if I can make it all tha way ta Hogsmeade! Bloody ‘ell, I’m a wanker, forgettin’ me jacket!” He cursed himself again, and rolled his eyes. The two boys were flying quickly, the Lake seemed to zoom beneath them, the black water was still like glass as Parker glanced down to it, the reflection of the moon shimmered perfectly, lighting the way for him.
The Forest looked as foreboding as ever, the thick trees made it difficult to see any of the creatures that lived there, all there was, was the essence of the fires they had to keep them warm. “Pahker, dew yew think that tha people in tha forest feel left out?” The boy held on tight to his broom as he looked down heavily at the tree line below him, he shook his head, thinking,” Well.. maybe.. I reckon tha student who use ta go ta school ‘ere wish they could go inside. But I ‘uppose tha ones who ‘ave never been don’t really know what their missin’, yeah? I reckon they ‘ave fires ta keep warm, and they ‘ave ‘ouses! So, that’s good, I don’t think they ‘ave too much troubles livin’ there.” Parker knew Ryan was interested in the creatures that resided in the forest. He had seen him read about vampires and werewolves. Parker also shared this interest, although his was more geared to Dragons and animal-like creatures. They passed the forest now, nearing the town. Even now, before Hogsmeade was in view, the boy could his faint singing and the smell of home cooked meals hung in the air lightly.
He took his hands off his broom for a moment, he wiggled his fingers, hoping they wouldn’t break off in pieces. He was like an icicle now, his cheeks were flushed scarlet, his nose was running, he had to use his arm to wipe it every few seconds. He blinked rapidly as the wind made his eyes water from the cold. “Oi, yer me best friend, yer ‘uppose to remind me ta bring my jacket! I ‘ave never been so cold! It huuurts!” He whined to Ryan. Shivering, and giving a deep inhale through his nose, he could see the glowing of the town beneath him. “Well, I tired out! In third year, yeah? I think… I don’t remember.. But I know I did! But I wasn’t good enough! I think we should practice more and try out next year!” He looked to his best friend and gave a toothy grin. “Oi, I take offence ta that, yah shit! I would get up ta play Quidditch, yah know that!” He laughed, it was hard to get Parker out for anything. He would only willingly arise early from his warm comfortable bed for three things; Christmas, good food, and quidditch. Parker laughed brightly thinking about Ryan on a team. It was on thing when they played with just the two of them, or s few of their friends, but to do it with people who took it seriously, that would be something to get use to.
Parker’s arms were practically frozen in place, but he managed to curve up and do a loop around Ryan, then he plunged down to the streets below. He pulled up right before the ground came under his feet, he landed gently, shivering as his feet left a print in the shallow snow. “Oh look it Pahker! Its sew christmasy! Mum would love it here! Could yew imagine! She’d buy everytin in tha stores! Parker could feel his body warming up, despite the freezing air and falling snow. Just the thought of Christmas brought a smile to his face and a warmth to his tummy. He was grinned ear to ear when he said,”It’s almost Christmas already! I can’t wait for yer mum’s dinner!” He licked his lips,”We can bring ‘ome some butterbeer, yeah?! ‘Nd we should get tha lads some candy frum Honeydukes!” He held his broom by his elbow and rubbed his hands together quickly. “Oi, let get inta tha restaurant or I’ll be frozen before I can eat!”
As they two walked into the door of the Three Broowmsticks, Parker really noticed the decorations, wreaths on every door and lamp posts, set ups in the windows, Christmas trees decorated with popcorn and cranberries. When Parker opened the door, the first thing he felt was heat, he exhaled and smiles again. It was smokey inside from the smoking, chicken and potatoes with butter filled up the whole room. Cheering and singing boomed off the walls,”Oi, you should ‘ave brought yer guitar!” The crowed was singing,”Oh Come all Ye Faithful,” to which Parker joined in right away, it was one of his favourite carols. He sang as he sat down at the table in the back. “May I take your order?” He heard a voice ask. He looked over to a pretty blonde girl holding a not pad. The boy smiled charmingly and said,”Yes, darlin’, I’ll ‘ave a butterbeer ta start, ‘nd I ‘ave whatevers’ tha dinner special!”
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