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What: Artisan Tent

Who: Open

She hadn’t been sure if she wanted to come to the festival, not because she didn’t like this type of thing but she just had been feeling somewhat off, though she hadn’t really told anyone that. Still she figured that getting out of the house and getting pumpkin flavored stuff was a nice distraction.

And she had been right -of course- because as soon as she arrived her mood got much better, everything looked so nice, the weather was good, and just being in Hogsmade made her happy and a little nostalgic. 

After getting some candy she decided to go and see what was for sale at the artisan tent, she was pleasantly surprised to see that there were a lot of vendors and most seemed to be selling nice things at least for the most part. Her attention was caught by some strange looking figurines, as she finally looked away she noticed a small pouch on the floor, looking around after picking it up she saw only one person close enough “excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

when: the harvest festival 

who: open!

Lily had never been afraid of her own company, In fact, she often preferred it to the company of others. But today, while she was wandering the Harvest Festival during one of her odd free afternoons, watching exhausted mothers trying to contain their children and Hogwarts students exhilarated with the freedom of a Hogsmeade weekend, she found herself oddly lonely, cloaked in the familiar melancholy that always came when the weather turned.  

She placed her order with the Honeydukes attendant- she’d bring home fudge for dessert- and grimaced a little when she saw she’d taken the last few squares. “Sorry, hope you weren’t going for the pumpkin. I think I’ve cleared them all out,” she commented to the person queuing behind her that she could see out of the corner of her eye.