[OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

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Who: EVERYONE! Especially you!
Where: Hogsmeade Village
When: Oct. 1-2
Rating: PG (Will change if necessary)
Summary: Get your wolf pack and head to town.
The Story:

Ah, Hogsmeade.

They say it's the Vegas of the wizarding world. Or they would, if wizards knew anything about Vegas. Or maybe they'd say it because they don't know anything about Vegas. It doesn't really matter.

What's important is that Hogsmeade is only a hop, skip and jump away from Hogwarts (Hogsmeade, Hogwarts? Coincidence? Wake up, America!), and is host to a number of exciting prospects for people of all ages, provided you're Year 3 or older. Perhaps you're a professor searching for a stiff drink at the Hog's Head Inn to wipe away the stress of the week's classes? Or maybe you're a hapless student with fresh eyes for the little hamlet, eager to try your first Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?

The village has something for everyone, with all the assorted businesses a thriving witch-and-wizard town could need: grocers, an apothecary, magical item mechanics, clothiers, sporting goods, bookstores, and the Wizarding Wireless Network headquarters.

Where will you be?





NOTE: If there is a particular venue located in Hogsmeade that is not listed and you would like to add it for people to visit, please feel free to make an addition with a context image and a little blurb so the non-HP savvy (who are those people?) can identify it! xoxo

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Honeydukes

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[Established in 1641, Honeydukes has been a procurer of sweets of all sorts for centuries - and they've got the flavor to prove the reputation! Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Ice Mice, Blood Pops, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, toffee and chocolates and caramels galore. Just don't give yourself a cavity going overboard!]

( closed to cami )

[poppycock]

[ klaus has never felt this way.

of course he has felt this with camille, time and time again: the intense excitement lighting and heating him up all at once, the perpetual impulse to smile and blush at the touch of her hand or the curve of her lips and warmth of her eyes. even when they have been vicious and cold to each other, he had never felt quite that angry, quite that enchanted, quite that moved and twisted up inside.

there have been girls. here and there. fleeting infatuations followed by a tampering of affections. but klaus has never felt this way, feeling his hand slip into camille's as they enter honeydukes (because he's certainly not going to madame puddifoot's and they agreed it's too early for a butterbeer).

it's never too early for chocolate and candy. the flush in his cheeks is surely an effect of the chill in the air and not how her fingers align and twine with his, no. not even the weariness of his bones and the ill weight of the full moon tomorrow night clouds his smile. ] I suppose you don't want ice mice during our date? [ he teases, gesturing to the bucket of candy that make teeth chatter something fierce.

so presumptuous klaus ]

[therapize]

[It really is the strangest thing to look back on the path that's led them to this. Cami does more often than she would admit to anyone, thinking of their start as rivals from different houses, fueled by differing philosophies of magic and its use. Yet even when rumor and action would have people believe the worst of Klaus, she's always seen more than darkness within him. That light has endured, not overcome, and in seeking it out and encouraging him to nurture it, Cami has fallen for the Slytherin she now walks with hand in hand.

She's probably never been so excited for a trip to Hogsmeade after that first time, years ago before the shops and the nooks and the crannies had all become familiar. But this outing, a school-planned trip, is their first true date out in the open, brazen and bold. Especially in light of what's going to happen tomorrow, she's determined that they both make the most of it.

Which is why she meets Klaus' presumption with a deceptively innocent grin.]

I don't know; I kind of like ice mice. [In fact, she starts to lead him towards that very display since he's brought it up.] Of course, it'd make things pretty risky if you wanted to kiss me--but you're up for a challenge, right?

[poppycock]

[ aaaand he stalls, planting his feet just enough that she's forced to drag him a step or two in the direction of those unfortunate sweets. but his smile lingers: on her, his eyes gleaming with focused flirtation.

(he's never been so excited for a date at all.) ] Only if you are. [ is his response, because obviously that only makes it fair. ] Either way, I assume you will squeak a little. [ s-such innuendo spoken in such low tones. because ice mice makes you squeak too. and squeaking happens when naughty things happen. such good writing right here. so much showing not telling. ]

[therapize]

[Taking advantage of his full weight is cheating. Cami feels this is an important fact for him to be aware of. Too bad she's too busy smiling at his double entendre to actually, you know. Point it out aloud.]

Someone's feeling rather confident today. [And he might have reason to, but Cami's not going to just say that. Instead she takes a step closer, abandoning the quest for chilly sweets in favor of invading his personal space.

(And considering how this is going, she remains a little unsure about why he doesn't want to go to the romantic little teashop.)]

Just don't forget, you promised to get me something sweet. [She leans up, just long enough to give him a quick peck on the lips--and in that moment, lifts her hand to brush against his one weak spot: the ticklish place on the back of his neck.

They'll see who squeaks first, Klaus Mikaelson.]

[poppycock]

[ well, he doesn't want to go to the romantic little teashop because it is, despite its saccharine reputation, more absurd than romantic. he can think of a more suitable location to take his new belle, and he does intend to get them there eventually.

he is confident. as confident as a boy entirely addled by love can be, so foolishly so. and she does make him feel rather foolish too, leaning in with eager expectations and waiting for the warm and welcome brush of her lips. he wants to give her something sweet, in all the sensual ways her words imply, all the ways they send a shiver up and down his spine.

(he'd like to give her everything, despite how very little he has to give: besides money and power, he is a broken boy from a twisted home, tarnished, tainted, and incomplete. it took very little effort indeed to pull klaus those few steps, and not only because he wasn't fighting her so hard. his eyes are sunken and he is paler every day, but she lights him up.

there's so little he allows to do so.

so little there has been, the last few years, and before that.)

he spasms at the tickle of her fingers, nearly chokes on his gasp. it shouldn't and doesn't surprise him, how she pulls the rug out from under him. he flushes and his hand grapples to grab hers and hold it firmly; he folds her arm behind her to keep her close. to press her against him and spin her away from the ice mice. ] You aren't on your way to earning it.

[therapize]

[If this sweet and wonderful thing truly was foolishness? Then Cami has never found such happy bliss in being a fool. It doesn't matter to her that he is from a terrible place, or the victim of terrible things--at least, not beyond the simple truth that she wants to make it all right for him somehow. She knows, ever aware in the back of her mind that this day falls at an inconvenient time for him. He's pushing himself for his happiness and hers, and in turn Cami wants to give him all the joy and delight they might find together in this place.

The sound he makes when she brushes his skin draws up a giggle from her, and another when he captures her hand. There is no struggle when he pulls her near, traps her against him and even leads her away from her chosen goal. This is a far better prize, the warmth of his frame so close to hers, the scent of him accented by the sweet fragrance of chocolates and candies alike.]

Oh, so now I have to earn it? [Cami feigns insult, rather poorly given the brightness of her smile. The promise of this day and the joy of the moment are simply too much to resist.] Because I rather suspect you won't be able to resist my charms, Klaus.

Rafe Adler. 7th Year. | OTA

[chardismastic]

[ It's not a Hogsmeade weekend without stopping by Honeydukes. It's only a month since his forced summer holiday back at home but Rafe does miss the kitchens out of all else. Now this is the only place to indulge his somewhat secret sweet tooth and he's got a hell of a shopping list. It'll keep, between late night snacking and sharing with a very select few deemed worth the time.

Crystallized pineapple, pepper imps for later (given the flask of firewhiskey at his hip, a guaranteed fun pairing), shock-o-choc, a couple of ice mice for his owl to pick and play with, fizzing whizzbees, chocoballs, cartons of pumpkin fizz and pink coconut ice, and some flossing stringmints to at least try and mitigate the amount of sugar he plans to eat. They all go into a quickly bulging bag before he heads to the counter to pay. ]

Put the Bott's back, I'm not playing those odds today. [ He makes a face at the memory, shuddering to himself. ] Not after the bag filled with nothing but phlegm.

here comes a little shit

[determinedest]

[What's that, you say? Second years aren't supposed to be in Hogsmeade, you say? They're too young, you say?

Good thing Frisk knows more than a few shortcuts that get them into the places they're not technically supposed to be at. But they know Rafe, thanks to Quidditch, and they doubt he's the sort to rat them out.

This absurd child bumps an elbow into his hip amiably in a way that's probably meat to be a playful ribbing, if they could gracefully reach his ribs with their elbow. Which they evidently cannot.]

What? Too adventurous for your refined palette?

shit tier house for the win man

[chardismastic]

[ Rat them out? That's just plain ridiculous because what second years? Rafe doesn't see a single one in the shop. This one? Nah, third years just ran runty this time around. Didn't eat their vegetables — damn shame, really.

He takes the jab for what it's worth and rolls his eyes. ]

Again I say, the entire bag. There's adventure and then there's just being a masochist. [ A dismissive wave as he specifically reaches over Frisk's head for something that he has no intention of buying. He just likes rubbing it in that he's that much taller. ] If you're feeling lucky, you're on your own.

[ This is a lie because if Frisk wants it then Rafe will buy it. It's not as if he's short on money, Merlin knows, and Frisk has earned a spot on his "all right" list by merit of being a) Slytherin, b) interesting and hilarious and take-no-shit by turns, and c) smart enough to get out of the castle and to Hogsmeade in the first place. ]

[determinedest]

[Definitely a third year, obviously. They've been told they're very wise for their age, after all. Not such a big stretch.

Unfortunately, there's nothing to be done for their rather diminutive size. They might be used to people ribbing them rather persistently about it, but they're still going to be amusing grumpy about it, face screwing up in a withering look in Rafe's direction. Rafe's...very upward direction.

It's hard to be intimidating when you're something like four feet tall.]

The fun is in picking out the worst ones and hiding them in other people's food. Obviously.

[chardismastic]

[ Frisk's indignation receives a winning smile from Rafe in reply. His taunts are relatively mild when aimed at those he's already deemed within his particular circle — and when potentially overdone by less clever people than himself (and who isn't less clever than Rafe, really?). ]

Or you can just opt for the cockroach clusters, charm them to skitter around on their own, then hide them. Come on, you have to expand your horizons to stay on top of the game. Diversify.

[ Listen and learn, grasshopper. These are some words of wisdom coming from on high. ...Okay, only two feet higher but still. Relatively high. ]

Besides. The only way to tell the difference is to take a bite. Believe me, I've tried to find a spell to figure which is buttered popcorn versus rotten egg and there's nothing for it.

[determinedest]

[Grumble grumble, huff huff. They suppose he's got a rather good point. It's more effort than it's worth, though frankly the expressions they've gotten from seeing Mom or Dad scoop up a handful of the things makes it totally worth it. There's no quicker way to lower the bar as to what is acceptable to eat than to offer someone a handful of Bertie Bott's and watch the sparks fly.

Purely hypothetical sparks anyway. Mostly.]

Food-based pranks are hard, all right? You've got to be effective and inventive, otherwise people wise up to them really fast, and then it's no fun.

Rebekah Mikaelson | 6th Year | OTA

[earnable]

[Rebekah has always had a sweet tooth, although she has a purpose to why she's here -- tomorrow will be the full moon and her brother likes chocolate after his transformations (or she usually gives him some, whether he actually likes that part of it or not is debatable but she isn't about to stop the routine either way.

That's not to say she isn't also buying a few things for herself as well.

Currently she's inspecting different Chocolate Frogs, as if holding them up in the light will help her discern what cards they have in them.

She doesn't need another Merlin card to add to her pile, but who does, honestly?]

[agneshko]

[ they don't approach rebekah straightaway.

no, elena knows these sorts of things can't be rushed with victor. he's like a baby deer: if you look at it right in the eye and much too soon, it'll skitter off in panic. a genius he may be, but when it comes to social graces, elena has him beat. arms linked together, elena tugs him behind a shelf of colorful sugar quills. it gives them a unique vantage point to view the blonde hufflepuff's next step. slytherins really do like their badgers, don't they? ]

You're going to have to talk to her someday, Victor.

[ might as well be today, no? ]

[lifeskills]

_{[Curse Elena's sharp eyes. Distracted perusing Honeydukes' new selection, he fails to notice who they're coming up on--but Elena does, and before he can whip around and skitter off the other way, she has him strong-armed behind a display. She's freakishly strong for a tiny thing.]}

No!

_{[The hissed whisper of a man on death row, protesting his march to execution. Oh my god, Elena, they're going to get caught spying.]}

She's going to see us, and then what? She doesn't know me, we don't have anything to talk about.

_{[Elena is the one who makes friends with people. Victor is friends with Elena, one degree removed being friends with them himself; that way he still gets to meet people with none of the messy commitment. It's a symbiotic relationship that's gotten them through five years, why change now?]}

[agneshko]

[ elena sighs quietly.

she is not in the habit of forcing people into doing things they don't want to do. making victor miserable isn't the end goal she is looking for here. but she wants him to see there's so much more to life than what he is currently fixating himself on.

she worries she'll lose him to higher pursuits. ]

How do you know you'll have nothing to talk about if you've never talked at all?

[ answer her that one, mr. frankenstein. ]

[earnable]

[do do do rebekah has no idea what's being discussed, she's still trying to discern what Chocolate Frog card she might be getting. She's been trying to get one of Mirabella Plunkett for a while now.

carry on.]

Kanji Tatsumi, Hufflepuff 5th Year | OTA

[cuteshit]

[No visit to Hogsmeade is complete without a stop at Honeydukes, and Kanji's arms are already close to over-full only a few short minutes after walking through the door, finally opting to grab a basket from underneath the front window rather than risking dropping any of his potential purchases all over the floor. Not everything is for him-- a lot of what he's already grabbed is meant to be given to or shared with friends, but that doesn't change the fact that the candy-laden basket hanging from his arm only becomes more and more comical as it continues to fill.

Tall and not quite in possession of full control of his long limbs just yet, Kanji can be found ambling through the aisles, often too absorbed in examining the novelties on the shelves and in the bins to pay much attention to where he's going-- unfortunately, the perfect recipe for a nasty collision.]

Church | OTA

[memory_unlocked]

[Stocking up was basically the only way Leon got any candy, given the packages from home were usually more sensible items when his father remembered to pack one, but money was something he never had a shortage of

So he was working his way through the shop picking out his favorites to last him till the next weekend. Not that he didn't occasionally raid the kitchens, but it was easier to pop up to his room and grab something while he was studying.

So, he might be a little single-minded and half listening to anyone around him.]

[beforeblue]

[So he has a sweet tooth. It makes Honeydukes an obvious place to find him. He saves his pocket money for this. Sweets came with thoughts of his mother, who liked to spoil him with things from her home. Sure, this is all wizard sweets, but it gives him the same feeling.

He heads inside, a few things in his basket when he spots Leon, then sidles up next to him to give him a swift, but mostly gentle, elbow to the ribs.]

[memory_unlocked]

[He'd been a little distracted when the elbow to the ribs came out of nowhere and Wash almost got punched in the face. It was only the flash of blond hair out of the corner of his eye that slow and then stopped the punch.

Asshole.]

The hell are you doing?! [It was at least mostly quiet since they were in a shop. ]

[beforeblue]

[Wash moves out of the way before he can retaliate, and smirks over at the other boy.]

Pissing off a kitty. It doesn't take much.

[memory_unlocked]

...You're an asshole, you know that? [And the piece of candy he lobbed at Wash went...nowhere near it's target which had Leon cursing under his breath.]

Bruce Banner » 7th year Ravenclaw » open!

[dyskinesia]

[ Despite not having much of a social group he's a part of, Bruce still enjoys the Hogsmeade visits. He spends most of the time by himself, granted, but he gets to walk around and relax a little, buy a few things he likes, and go back to school after a day not having to deal with annoying bullies or spent with his head shoved in his books.

Not that he minds the latter, admittedly. But it's still nice to do something other than that.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but it's hard to resist the unusual treats that the magical world has to offer. Even after almost seven years, Bruce still marvels at the various flavors of Bertie Bott's beans, and he still collects the little cards that come with the chocolate frogs. In fact he's trying to open one just now, only to have the frog use its one good leap to jump right onto his face, then crawling up his head and tangling itself into his curly hair. ]

Oh— come on...