[JOURNAL THREAD? WHAAAT?!] HOGSMEADE WEEKEND. SHMATURDAY.
Hogsmeade, October the Saturday, Apres the Adventures of the Talking/Rapping Squirrel.
Anora was still in an extremely giggly mood after hanging out with sugarhigh!Jake and the talking squirrel. She wished she had some sort of recording device so that she would forever have a hard copy of that amazing rap. Oh, Merlin.
She now found herself wandering around alone and wondering what would be a good idea at the moment. She wasn't ready to go back to the castle, maybe she would stop by and pick up some sweet quills, or more dungbombs for her emergency getaway stash. Ooh, maybe Zonko's had like, smokebombs. That would the be the sweetest thing in the existence of the world.
In any case, she was now meandering along the main square of the village in hopes of being struck by inspiration.
Anora was still in an extremely giggly mood after hanging out with sugarhigh!Jake and the talking squirrel. She wished she had some sort of recording device so that she would forever have a hard copy of that amazing rap. Oh, Merlin.
She now found herself wandering around alone and wondering what would be a good idea at the moment. She wasn't ready to go back to the castle, maybe she would stop by and pick up some sweet quills, or more dungbombs for her emergency getaway stash. Ooh, maybe Zonko's had like, smokebombs. That would the be the sweetest thing in the existence of the world.
In any case, she was now meandering along the main square of the village in hopes of being struck by inspiration.