Post by lorcan on Dec 28, 2008 18:22:56 GMT 1
In Lorcan's opinion, weekends were the best invention ever. Whichever genius had decided to say “Yes, we'll let people have these two days off every week and we shall call it a week's end” was clearly onto a winner, for which Lorcan was eternally grateful. Weekends were a time to forget about all your troubles, to pretend your homework didn't exist. An opportunity to kick back, relax and enjoy the sugar quills you'd hidden from your room mates. Well, Lorcan was supposed to be doing just that, rather than going on the Hogsmeade trip planned for that weekend, but it turned out his hiding place for his sweets hadn't been quite as secret or secure as he'd thought. Someone must have gotten the munchies, because by the time he decided he fancied a snack, all that was left were two Bertie Bott's Beans and a piece of fluff. Not exactly Lorcan's idea of a delicious afternoon treat. He wasn't annoyed; he just wished they'd asked him first.
He had the permission slip, mostly because his parents just signed them out of habit these days, but he was rarely interested in wandering around down in Hogsmeade. He'd been there plenty of times with his family, pressing his nose up against the windows of Honeydukes when he was little and whining when he didn't get an Acid Pop, but cheering up when he was able to make a perfect snowball and had hit his dad square in the back of the head. That had been pretty fun. Without his small supply of sweets, though, he was just going to have to go down there and buy something to last until Christmas. He had a bit of a sweet tooth and it wasn't going to be pretty if he didn't have the sugar when he wanted it.
It was chilly, but that was exactly the weather Lorcan loved the most. Oh, he was sure that his cheeks were bright red and he could feel how soggy his trainers were, the snow melting in and soaking his feet, but he didn't care. He'd thrown on a light jacket and joined the mass of students leaving for the small village, wondering how long the queues would be in the sweet shop and whether or not it would be a better idea to stop off in the Three Broomsticks first.
“Nah,” he muttered to himself, watching the mass of students heading for the pub almost as soon as they'd reached the village. It was one of the more popular places, naturally; it had food, drink and it was nice and warm. The service was good, too, but Lorcan just wasn't in the mood to sit around and be crushed by other bodies as everyone struggled for a Butterbeer or tried their luck at getting something with an actual alcohol content. Instead he thought he'd check out the Shrieking Shack. Maybe, for once, he'd actually see a ghoul.
He walked down to the fence and leaned against it, watching the dilapidated building and humming to himself. It was his new plan of action; wait half an hour. If there were no ghouls, then he'd go see if the queues in Honeydukes had calmed down at all. If he did, he'd go investigate. He didn't think there would be anything as he'd never seen one before, but he hoped he did. At least it would make the day interesting.
He had the permission slip, mostly because his parents just signed them out of habit these days, but he was rarely interested in wandering around down in Hogsmeade. He'd been there plenty of times with his family, pressing his nose up against the windows of Honeydukes when he was little and whining when he didn't get an Acid Pop, but cheering up when he was able to make a perfect snowball and had hit his dad square in the back of the head. That had been pretty fun. Without his small supply of sweets, though, he was just going to have to go down there and buy something to last until Christmas. He had a bit of a sweet tooth and it wasn't going to be pretty if he didn't have the sugar when he wanted it.
It was chilly, but that was exactly the weather Lorcan loved the most. Oh, he was sure that his cheeks were bright red and he could feel how soggy his trainers were, the snow melting in and soaking his feet, but he didn't care. He'd thrown on a light jacket and joined the mass of students leaving for the small village, wondering how long the queues would be in the sweet shop and whether or not it would be a better idea to stop off in the Three Broomsticks first.
“Nah,” he muttered to himself, watching the mass of students heading for the pub almost as soon as they'd reached the village. It was one of the more popular places, naturally; it had food, drink and it was nice and warm. The service was good, too, but Lorcan just wasn't in the mood to sit around and be crushed by other bodies as everyone struggled for a Butterbeer or tried their luck at getting something with an actual alcohol content. Instead he thought he'd check out the Shrieking Shack. Maybe, for once, he'd actually see a ghoul.
He walked down to the fence and leaned against it, watching the dilapidated building and humming to himself. It was his new plan of action; wait half an hour. If there were no ghouls, then he'd go see if the queues in Honeydukes had calmed down at all. If he did, he'd go investigate. He didn't think there would be anything as he'd never seen one before, but he hoped he did. At least it would make the day interesting.