#lmhhogsmeade

It was Lily’s third year of being able to explore Hogsmeade village, but her first entering the little town as a Prefect. And though she knew that she didn’t need to change anything about herself to be good at her job, Lily also knew that she didn’t have a reputation for being the most fun or adventurous. She didn’t see why she needed either of those qualities to be taken seriously, but she’d been told people would respect her more if she took a risk now and then. That was how she’d found herself in Honeyduke’s, shiny badge pinned to her cloak, staring uncertainly at a wall full of assorted candies. “So... when they say Exploding Bon Bons, how long do I have to actually eat them before they try to hurt me?” she asked the person next to her, looking longingly at the orange and pineapple flavored white chocolate truffles. “Because I’m not a very fast eater.”

"So tell me what you thought of this latest set!" Kirsi asked, pulling up a chair in the Three Broomsticks once she and The Comets were finished packing up their equipment. "On a scale of legendary to fabtastonic, obvi?!"

All right, I get it, y’all are all excited for this ‘costume contest’ tomorrow at the Three Broomsticks or whatever. But my question is, where’s the singing contest, huh? You hear all the Muggleborns talking about open mic nights and stuff like that, I’d rather 3B be hosting one of them.

Unless he was completely swamped with homework or in the middle of a particularly involved D&D campaign, Lev always liked to make it to a Hogsmeade weekend. There was something about the change of scenery that was good for the creativity and the morale. His habits there didn’t include much besides just walking and occasionally getting a spot of tea or butterbeer, but this time was different. Not only was he accompanied by someone (the highly interesting Kalasin, to be specific), but they had a mission: get to the Hog’s Head and get something to drink for their highly anticipated Fanfiction Drinking Game. As a wannabee lawyer, Lev hardly did anything that could get him in trouble, but something about this whole scenario was so hard to resist, and he was grinning ear to ear as he fell into step besides his new friend on their way down to the pub.  

Usually during trips to Hogsmeade Audrey liked to use her time strictly for shopping. Occasionally exceptions were made for princess only tea parties at Madam Puddifoot's, and hanging out with friends that didn't want to spend their entire time with her trying to figure out which quills and hats looked nicest with her current manicure, but they were very rare. However, this weekend in a burst of spontaneity, Audrey decided to take advantage of the frozen lake on the outskirts of the village and go ice skating. Like most things, that she was willing to do in full view of anyone that happened to walk by, Audrey was an excellent skater and was having the time of her life twirling and gliding around on the ice. At least until she landed awkwardly on a small jump and went crashing down onto the ice. Since she hadn't fallen that hard, Audrey was prepared to just shrug it off and pretend nothing happened. At least until, to her intense embarrassment, she slipped and fell back down several times before finally succeeding at getting upright. The whole thing was so ridiculous that Audrey couldn't even help laughing at herself while simultaneously hoping no one noticed her utterly Tragic Bambi impression.

“It’s honestly not even that great of an idea, but pranks are trending again for whatever reason this week, so my goal is to wait here in Madam Puttifoot’s until some couple leaves hand in hand and to then run through their hands shouting ‘Red rover’! Would you be willing to hold the camera? I’ll let you help me pick the unsuspecting targets if you do!”

Gwen tucked herself into a chair at the Three Broomsticks, pulling her legs up beneath her as she stared around at all of the Hogwarts students in their ugly Christmas jumper. “I really thought this trend would have faded by now. After all, most sources say that ugly Christmas jumpers saw a resurgence in 2001 -- that’s a lifespan older than me!” Gwen looked down at her own plain robes, furrowing her brows. “Do the people wearing them look sillier, or do I seem silly for not having one? I keep expecting every year will be the last year these parties actually happen, so I’ve never taken the time to invest.”