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[OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

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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[ Peter's been hogging one of the tables at The Three Broomsticks for hours now, working on his homework. Sometimes he gets distracted easily by too much quiet and needs a lively place like the inn to help him focus better. It's his thing.

Earlier on, he ordered himself a plate of cornish pasties and a whole jug of butterbeer and is now digging into his homework -- but anyone who knows Peter would know he always enjoys a good conversation and would welcome some company so feel free to bother him. Peter's a great listener and will always give anyone his utmost attention because he's the curious sort.

For those who've been paying attention, this usually quiet and dedicated student has been getting himself into some trouble lately with his daydreaming and also his attempts to do wandless magic. He very recently dropped a cupboard on himself when a spell backfired on him, almost fell off the rooftop of the castle thanks to a heavy gust of wind (it wasn't because he wanted to jump - he was simply checking out the view!) and his hairless cat, Chicken, a mean little Sphynx has been leaving him with multiples scratches on his face and arms which he sometimes forgets to take care of because it happens so often. His life is currently a mess yo! ]

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[James insistence on squeezing in a Quidditch practice this morning saw Rose late to arrive at the Three Broomsticks. Her mood, slightly less sour than it had been during training. After today, Rose strongly suspected that this might be the last time Gryffindor would take to the field on a Hogsmeade weekend. It was dangerous to the health of all concerned when one of your Beaters was in a mood. The upside, if she smashed the Bludger half as hard during their next match? The other team wouldn't stand much of a chance.

Spying Peter, she winds her way around the tables all overflowing with food, drink and students. The brunette stopping short of sitting down as she takes in the scene before her.]

Is this what you do when I'm not around to make you have fun? [Nose wrinkling as she drops into the seat across from him.]

[ Peter puts an arm over his parchment paper and his book, protecting them from getting snatched away as he gives Rose a big innocent looking smile. ]

I'm having fun. [ He motions to the plate of cornish pasties he has and that jug of butterbeer. Guess who's on a sugar high, Rose? Yep. This guy right here. ]

Look. [ He shows her a new Muggle book he'd borrowed from the library. ] It's about a group of boys and their adventures solving these mysteries. There's a whole collection of it. I borrowed the first two books. It's really good.

[ He's a pureblood, but has a keen interest in everything Muggle related much to his mother's chagrin. ]

[Oh but he knows her so well, Rose's eyes narrowing, lips half pulled into a pout as he foils her plan before she can put it in action.]

We really need to work on your definition of fun. [Rose's hand snaking out to grab up one of those pasties. She'd have waited for an offer but it's Rose and she knows you'd never tell her no.]

Reading, huh... [Her eyebrows moving into a skeptical arch as she speaks around a mouthful of food.] Careful now. Anymore excitement and my head might explode.

[ He enjoys reading these books because it feels like an escape. It's not like he hates his life or anything like that, but he simply loves a good adventure story. And he'd argue that it is exciting, but he also knows Rose well enough by now so he just shakes his head in amusement instead. It's probably a lucky thing Rose has Peter around to help her with her studies and homework or she might not have been allowed to play Quidditch at all. ]

So did you maim or kill anyone today? [ He's usually there to watch Rose practice with the team, mostly taking the opportunity to use healing spells on the injured, but lately he's been trying to catch up with his studies since he's been daydreaming in class a lot. ]

No! [Honesty time Rose.] But, only cause Potter is too fast on his broom.

[There were probably a few members of their team sporting bruises from todays session but if it doesn't involve an overnight stay in the infirmary then Rose doesn't think it qualifies as maiming.]

He shouldn't have scheduled training on a Hogsmeade weekend.

[ It's crowded today, and Sarah just wants a place to sit. She has an armful of books too, and when she sees an empty chair she doesn't even pause to see if anyone else is at the table, she simply drops down with a heavy sigh.

And then she sees Peter. She doesn't know him, but she's seen him around because of the times she hangs out with her brother in the Gryffindor common room. Wincing she manages a sheepish smile. ]

Hi. I hope it's okay that I sit here? It's just that it's pretty packed...

[ If there's anyone in Hogwarts that Peter might have a little crush on it's Sarah. Not that she even knows he exists because she's a year older and a Hufflepuff and is the Professor's sister which makes it all the more wrong for him to have an interest in her.

Peter had spotted Sarah in the inn the moment she stepped inside with her arm full of books and is surprised when she just takes a seat at his table like it's the most natural thing to do, except of course it's more accidental than anything and he's staring at her with what must be the most stupidest expression on his face before he remembers his manners, gives her a smile, a shrug and pushes his books away to make space for hers.

He's hoping the fact his cheeks feel warm to the touch right now is just because it's getting hot in here and not because he's turned all red-faced with stupid embarrassment.

He so wishes he'd gotten rid of these scratch marks on his face his cat, Chicken, had left him with. What an impression he's making. He should probably say something. ]

Want my Butterbeer? I mean, some Butterbeer. I ordered a whole jug. There's a lot left. [ If the floor decides to just swallow him up right now, he'd probably be super grateful. ]

[ Sarah is completely, 100% oblivious to this. She does know he exists, she's seen him, and as she looks at him she tries to remember his name. When she does, she smiles at his offer brightly. ]

Peter! And I would really love some, thank you. I feel like there's a lot more of us in Hogsmeade this year. I didn't realize the class sizes had gotten so big. So again, sorry I didn't ask first.

[ She finally really looks at his face and frowns just a little, gesturing. ]

What happened?

[ It's a good thing he managed to hide his surprise at her knowing his name because she's looking at him right now and he's trying his best to seem nonchalant despite how fast his heart is beating. ]

Uh. Long story short? Never ever tell a cat what to do. [ Because that's unfortunately how he got his face mauled. ] Actually it's a... short story. Chicken sat on a parchment I was working on and I was trying to get him off it. Wasn't a good idea. [ It's why he decided to do his homework here instead of the Common Room. Chicken 1 // Peter 0 ]

He does what he wants. [ Peter manages a crooked little grin as he pours her a drink and hands it over. ] And really, there's no need to apologize. I don't mind sharing.

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[ Sarah relaxes at that, her slight frown turning into a soft smile. ]

Cats normally do, I think. Very temperamental, and a bit suspicious if you ask me.

[ She grins at him and takes the drink, resisting the urge to thank him yet again. ]

Still, it's a little noisy in here for studying. I get so distracted when I try to focus. Even in the common room, sometimes.

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_{[Hello, fellow classmate, old buddy, old pal. You don't mind if Anders spills unceremoniously into a seat at your table, do you? Of course not, why would you? Anders is delightful company, or delightfully distracting company, depending on your view point.]}

Oh, good. You've saved us a table. Thanks, Peter!

_{[He deposits himself down, all long limbs, wearing a red and gold sweater that brings out the reddish tint in his golden blond hair. Besides his height (his body seems determined to get him to 6'0" before this year is through, come hell or high water), Anders' other notable trait is his shit-eating smile, which he wears almost as proudly as his House colors.]}

You look terrible. Go a couple of rounds with the Whomping Willow?

Chicken's just in one of his moods again. [ The cat is a demonic little thing. Peter drops his quill and rubs a hand across his face. He does feel like crap, but does he really look it? Oh god, and Sarah Weller had shared his table earlier. The Sarah Weller who Peter has a little secret crush on --who every Gryffindor might have had a crush on at some point because she's cute and smart aaaand related to Professor Weller (awkward?) and completely out of his league-- so what does it matter anyways? It's not like he ever had a chance.

With a sad little sigh, he reaches for the jug of Butterbeer and pours his friend a drink. ]

You know, I'm really starting to wonder if you actually own any clothes that aren't red and gold...

Probably because you keep calling him "Chicken."

_{[Just saying.]}

Your eyes are just dazzled by the sight of freshly laundered clothing. It looks like it's been awhile for you.

_{[Still smiling winningly, Anders slides around until he's (mostly) sitting up straight, one leg propped against the arm rest. That forlorn sigh of Peter's makes him think he should be pouring Peter a drink, not the other way around. Maybe one with a bit more of a kick to it.]}

What's going on to put wizard and familiar in such dire straits? Tell me. The doctor is in. And not just because I'm sitting here to drink your butterbeer.

[ The thing about Chicken is -- he was going to get himself another owl after Hoot grew too fat to fit into its cage, but then heard about the mean cat who no one wanted so he took pity on the poor Sphynx. No regrets though. Who knows what would have happened to Chicken otherwise. Most times, Peter doesn't think about himself and the kind of trouble he gets himself into, especially on account of another. ]

Everything's fine. I'm just backlogged. Been spending too much doing... you-know-what. [ By that he means attempting to practice wandless magic which he'd already told Anders about before. It's just not something he wants to mention in public because he's looking to be able to try the more difficult spells soon and doesn't want any of the Professors putting a stop to it because they think he might end up getting himself killed. Just today he'd tried to do a levitation spell, but somehow ended up flipping himself over a tree and it was a lucky thing he didn't land on his head or he wouldn't be here right now. ]

What have you been busy with?

Having suicidal ideations? So the usual, then.

_{[Spoken with as much relaxed, cheerful curiosity as if Peter had answered with something innocuous as "racquetball" or "scrapbooking" and not "uncontrolled magic that could turn me inside out."

Yes, he's well aware what Peter gets up to in his spare time, and though he can't say he approves of the danger Peter puts himself in, he'd be a poor friend if he didn't make an effort to understand the reasons behind it. Besides, he hates being told not to do something just as much as Peter.]}

You're looking at someone busy not being busy. It was either slog away on my Herbology assignment or drop everything to enjoy the weekend, so I flipped a coin. Lady luck was on my side.

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[OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

Peter Petrelli. 6th Year. Gryffindor. | OTA

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