when: 12 December 1980 where: no. 5 Low Street; Hogsmeade who: Maeve Bragnam + Nash Abberley ( @smokescreenabberley​ )
Maeve wobbled atop a ladder leaned up against number 5. She inhaled sharply, the chilled air making her throat sore. The ladder steadied itself after a few beats. She wouldn’t have been a complete goner, but nobody had a desire for lying in the snow with broken bones. Not unless you had a death wish. On second thought, she half-joked to herself rather grimly.
She waited for some lonely soul to walk past and inquire what the fuck was up.











