entrancelogs | [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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[ Okay, not as planned but it isn't as if he'd set a sign when he'd sat down — reserved, piss off — so Rafe supposes it's what he gets. The sheer brazenness would brand the boy across from him as Gryffindor even without the badge on his scarf. Rafe allows the slightest of frowns paired with a flat stare, one reserved for gum on his seat or maybe a roach underfoot.

He has nothing against Gryffindors personally — some of the best fuckups he hangs around with roar — but he'll play the part to get this kid to shoo off. ]

It's the weekend. [ Said as bluntly as possible without the application of a like object to this guy's head. ] Of course it's crowded.

[ Not crowded enough that there's zero other places for this guy to plant himself and annoy anyone else in the place. ]

[Yeah, that 'piss off' look is pretty much exactly why you have company right now, Rafe. Shaun never could resist a good 'get lost.' So instead of doing so, he makes himself a little more comfortable (obnoxiously), takes a sip of his butterbeer.]

Yeah, you got a really great spot over here. Close to a wall, good view of the door. Almost like you're waiting for someone. [eyes innocently wide] Am I sitting in someone's spot?

[ If that's all that's needed to bait Shaun, he will never be rid of the Gryffindor at this rate because oh. Yeah. Basilisks would envy the stare Rafe levels at this kid — but then they'd likely have more common sense to leave as Rafe's jaw twitches before he forcibly relaxes. After all he can't properly ream the guy out while grinding his teeth. ]

Thank you for continuing to point out the obvious. [ He doesn't deign to answer the actual question but the scowl says enough all on its own. ] I'm sure there's other poor souls somewhere in need of your talents.

[He shrugs, looking entirely casual and relaxed.] I have a gift, and I really feel like it's my duty to share it with as many people as possible. But even the gifted need a break sometimes. [He raises his butterbeer.] I was parched.

The funny thing about your beer? You can take it anywhere. As in... Any other chair but this one.

[ Rafe's fingers twitch and begin to drum impatiently against the table. Who does this kid think he is? Does he not know who he's trifling with? ]

Consider the gift returned to sender. See if there's anybody else who wants to share because me? [ Hmm, a tilt of the head as he tuts. ] No.

[He's been a this school for five years. He knows who he's trifling with. He just doesn't care. He's never had what one would consider to be a strong sense of self preservation. He puts on a wounded look.]

I think I'm hurt. Kicking me out already? And I mean, I just sat down.

[ It's a wonder any Gryffindor survives to graduation if this kind of reckless bullshit is the norm for the House. Rafe glances at the door but still no sign of— All right there's time enough to skewer this moron who's sat down with him. ]

You think? [ Mock surprise blanks his features as he blinks, slow and reptilian. ] Color me shocked.

[Shaun has always been a special case. He sighs and looks around, not actually making a move to get up yet.]

So who do you think I should go sit with?

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I'm sure anyone here would be blessed with your presence.

[ What. He's totally sincere. 100%. Can't you tell. ]

[Well aren't you just the nicest Slytherin Shaun has ever met? He gives him the sweetest smile he can manage without making it into a shiteating grin.]

You know, you say the nicest things.

[ It's true, Rafe is always chosen to shepherd tiny impressionable first years. Whether or not said first years come out crying at the end of the experience is entirely irrelevant. ]

That's me. Sugar and everything nice. [ His tone is dry enough to desiccate the whole damned lake and all merfolk in it. ] Friend to the every-man.

[ And then Rafe's grin turns absolutely vicious. ]

Which is the only reason you're not dancing a cursed jig back up to the castle right now.

[Now that is a little more like what Shaun had been expecting. And there is a not small part of him that absolutely wants to tell Rafe to do it and see how far he gets. But. He likes the Three Broomsticks, and he likes being allowed to come in here, and he has a feeling that would change if he and Rafe made a mess of the place.

So he smiles.]

Have I mentioned how much I appreciate your generosity of spirit?

Possibly. I can't recall. [ Rafe shrugs amiably, a smile that could rip out your throat still plastered on his face. ] I'm doing my best to forget this conversation already.

[ Truly, poster children for their houses. Somebody should get a freaking camera in here. ]

[And caption it 'Interhouse Cooperation.']

I guess I'll see what George is up to. Maybe we can find some trouble somewhere.

[He stands, duty as an irritating Gryffindor done.]

I'll see you around.

[ Hang it in the Great Hall for all to see. ]

Best of luck. Truly. Enjoy your weekend.

[ Rafe offers up a tiny two finger salute as Shaun finally jogs on. ]

[OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

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