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What is that?

Is that really a unicorn made out of chocolate with a marzipan cherub on it's back? What the hell is Honeydukes thinking? That's nauseating! Who would actually eat that?

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Hopelessly Harrying Eagles || Open

Draco stood alone on the cobbled street, blinking a bit in the bright but thin February sunlight, quite taken aback and very much alone. He had come down from the school this morning with friends, of course -- a plural for one of the first times ever, now that Luna was old enough to visit the village as well; last year it had been just he and Hermione by themselves.

But now it was Draco by himself, because...well, because of Luna. The three of them had been in Scrivenshaft's where Hermione was dithering over the quill selection when all of a sudden Luna had exclaimed with delight and dashed off out the door, babbling excitedly about something amazing she had just seen. Hermione had looked up plaintively from her assortment of quills, so Draco had volunteered to go after the dotty Ravenclaw while Hermione kept shopping.

He had managed to follow the mane of bouncing, dirty-blonde hair for half a block, but a sudden rush of burly sixth years dashing out of Zonko's had come between them, and Draco had lost sight of the skipping girl. By the time he struggled free of the boisterous crowd, there was no sign of Luna anywhere.

Draco hesitated, looking around. He could go back to Scrivenshaft's where Hermione was doubtless still trying to decide what she wanted to buy, but then he would have to admit that he had lost track of Luna, and he knew that Hermione would be cross; she seemed to think that just because Lovegood spent all her time in some parallel reality she needed looking after, while Draco figured that if Luna had survived her insanity for thirteen years, she didn't need babysat now.

Being lectured on the subject didn't sound appealing right now, but neither did wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade by himself trying to find a distracted eagle who was probably talking to invisible bugs or climbing a perilously precarious tree in order to catch an imaginary bird. Draco ordinarily quite enjoyed Luna's amusing delusions, but it wasn't worth tromping around through icy mud in order to watch the show.

Besides, Crabbe and Goyle were surely around here somewhere, and Draco didn't fancy running into them without Hermione around to scare the bullies off...so he stuck his hands in his pockets, bent his head (wishing unhappily that it was a little less windy, so that he could keep his hood up over his distinctive shock of white-blond hair), and set off back to Scrivenshaft's. A lecture was better than a beating, after all, and if he was going to have to waste his day searching for Luna amidst the frozen puddles and clinging mud of Hogsmeade's side-streets, better to do it in Hermione's company than by himself.

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I wonder if I could convince anyone to bring me back some Fizzing Whizzbees.

They sound brilliant, and mum won't ever let me try them.

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How long is the Hogsmeade thing/ Valentine's day going to last? Like what times? Only one day or a few or

We’re going to be starting the Hogsmeade Week-end in just a few minutes (unless any of our players object because there’s something they really want to finish-out quickly first). While that’s happening, we’d like to ask for other dash interactions to be paused, or in the case of conversations about the upcoming Hogsmeade visit and holiday, wrapped up in a few more posts so that things can move along.

Our plan as of right now is to have the even last until Monday the seventeenth, to give everybody a chance to properly interact and enjoy the holiday. If it looks like things are wrapping up faster, we’ll end it sooner; if it looks like everybody is having fun and still has a lot they want to do, we’ll extend the event.

While the event is happening, we’d like for everyone to restrict their interactions to posts that are set during the week-end—that’s from any point after the end of class Friday night, through the actual Hogsmeade visit on Saturday and the feast that night, to the following Sunday. Obviously second-year students can’t go to the village itself, but they can still post at the school at any point during the week-end, and both before and after the scheduled visit, so nobody should feel left out by that restriction!

How’s that sound, any other questions?

P.S. Don’t forget we’ve got a Valentine’s Prompt available, too!

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Well, that was a productive trip!

Should be able to bribe the trolls for weeks with all this.

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Hogsmeade Week-end: Growing Darker

October 1994 - Rumors of Voldemort Rising Part I

Long shadows dragged their fingers across the wooded path that wound between Hogsmeade Village and Hogwarts Castle. Students trailed up it in groups small and large, making their way back to school for the much-anticipated evening Hallowe'en Feast, most of them weighed down by the bags containing the day's purchases.

One small trio walked by itself, two girls with long hair--one's blonde and tangled, the other's brown and bushy--leading the way while a tall, pale boy trailed behind them. Luna and Hermione were arguing about the relative reality of Blibbering Humdingers, Hermione's face creased in a frown of insistent confusion while Luna wore a dreamy smile.

For once, Draco wasn't listening to the debate, despite the amusement he normally took in such conversations. He had been distant and distracted ever since they left Zonko's Joke Shop. Something he had overheard--actually two entirely separate somethings, but spoken so closely together that the juxtaposition had caught his ear--had sent sparks whirring through Draco's brain, and now he could not stop thinking about it.

"It's getting darker," someone had said, no doubt in reference to the quickly waning day outside. At almost the same moment one of the sales clerks, demonstrating one of Zonko's obnoxious products, had announced, "nothing up my sleeves..."

And it had occurred to Draco that his father had worn long sleeves for almost the entire latter half of the summer.

Lucius Malfoy did not wear short sleeve out in public, of course. For one thing, he was a grown wizard, and there was a certain dignity to be maintained, one that bare arms would have maligned. For another, while Lucius's past, and his change of heart from that past, were a matter of public record and interest, some things were private. But at home...well that was a different matter. One could be casual around one's family. But even when practicing Quidditch outside in the hot sun with Draco, his father had left his sleeves unrolled...

And now it occurred to Draco to wonder why.