entrancelogs | [OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

[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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[Most family-friendly establishment in town, with a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Owned and operated by Madam Rosmerta, you can get anything from the classic Butterbeer to a searing Firewhiskey...provided you're old enough to order the latter.]

[A pub friendlier toward adults than children (and for good reason), the Hog's Head is a grimy, shady place better left for under-the-table dealings. Not the first choice in hang-out venues, but to each their own.]

[Prank your friends! Prank your enemies! Turn your friends into enemies by pranking them! Anything is possible when you fritter away your Galleons on Dungbombs, Sugar Quills, and Nose-Biting Teacups.]

[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!]

["The haunt of happy couples." If you're looking for somewhere to gaze at someone like a lovesick puppy while surrounded by chintz and lace, this place is for you.]

[An abandoned house with no working doors and windows, named for the screams once heard inside. Rumors say it's haunted.]

[ 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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positive/negative cr welcomed! feel free to assume stuff! i will simply roll with it! if you'd like to discuss anything at all, feel free to contact me!

[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. ]

[ 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 ]

Edited 2016-10-03 15:51 (UTC)

[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?

[ Before, when she was daydreaming in the last Potions class running up to their first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, it didn't seem a cruel idea. With the free-spirited it never does; it's A Bit Of Fun and, Lena vaguely reasons between making it look like she's doing her work when Professor Miller is glowering her way, no one goes to the Shrieking Shack not looking for a wee thrill. Hm. Yeah she thinks with mounting conviction, only complete tossers take the unwilling. This'll be great!

At some point she slips away from her mates and scrambles down the zigzagging path toward the Shrieking Shack with as much space between her and it to avoid being seen. The nice thing about a haunted house is there's typically easy entry - no one's concerned about repairing a squeaky door in a derelict shack. Squeaks = atmosphere, which plays right into Lena's hands as she finds a tiny closet to slip into and wait for her prey.

Some might hear the airy moans and are tempted into coming closer to the closet. Others are close enough to hear the rattling of chains abrading the metal and wood alike, begging morbid curiosity. And others still might catch intermittent giggles utterly ruining Lena's ~~meticulous~~ planning simply by virtue of her excitement!

Everyone will eventually see a slim be-freckled girl pop out with a RAARGH whose menace is mostly overtaken by her delight. What the decide to do after is up to them :) ]

Edited 2016-10-03 21:28 (UTC)

[ 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...

[ The jostle for carriages to Hogsmeade had been a madhouse and while a cold glance made sure nobody jumped in the one he'd picked for himself, it wasn't as if Rafe had wanted to go alone. Whatever. Hogsmeade wasn't that long a ride to get to, nor that large and everybody comes to the Broomsticks eventually so he quickly moves to set up shop.

He walks in with the bored air of someone who expects to own the room and people to make room (check your privilege is a sign at the door that he too often strolls right past). And to be fair, most people do move though it's likely more to do with the practiced dead eyes staring them down rather than any care for the name Adler. Either way he makes it to the bar without incident. ]

Butterbeer, [ comes the brusque order, too busy checking around the room to bother with whoever's behind the counter. Sure, he's seventeen and legal enough to order firewhiskey but half the fun of drinking is the sneaking thrill. Hard to keep that buying it legitimately rather than off Winchester after curfew. ] ...Thank you.

[ See, he has some manners! Sometimes. When he remembers. And cares enough to try.

A small table in the back corner affords him a good view of the door as he sits and waits. Any comers won't be outright ignored, but considering Rafe is (not that discreetly) waiting for a particular someone the conversation could be short if not sweet. He doesn't really do sweetness. ]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[Dorian does like to wander into the more... Unusual parts of Hogsmeade when he thinks nobody would notice. Not that he couldn't get butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks, but nobody really asks what he's doing and they do make decent pork dishes. Besides, it hearkens back to a strange familiarity in the back of his mind... Not that he would pay the thought much heed.]

[He wouldn't have to anyway, not after seeing Slytherin's most reclusive student inside. What was he doing in there again? Something about the dark arts again? Dorian heard rumors, and he found them amusing. Maybe he could be nice to this Victor fellow. No harm in socialization. It's not like the dark arts were contagious or anything...]

Mind if I buy you a round?

_{[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?

[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.

Haunted house? History of wild screaming? Even the castle ghosts don't go there? It would be more of a mystery if Shaun didn't make a point of visiting it every time he came into Hogsmeade. He's never found anything especially exciting, but he's honestly hoping to be there the day something interesting does turn up. Maybe he can even write about it for the paper George is trying to start up.

[ perhaps he should care. perhaps he should consider more seriously the ramifications of falling in love, in loving someone like her, someone he could not bear to see hurt because of him. but he is young and selfish; he is blinded by wanting something good, bent and molded and taken in by her own goodness luring his out.

by hope, that one day he might have a better life, be a different person.

he knows nothing but joy feeling her laugh reverberate against his frame, knows nothing but peace and excitement both at her sweet breath against his face. she has no business earning anything so clearly hers already, and she's right to know it. ] Who says anything about resistance? [ he has her where he wants her, after all. he smiles before he kisses her; smiles as he does. he kisses her properly, swaying from the exaggeration of their playful flirting turning into something much more serious, lingering in the heat between them until breath becomes an issue. ]

Edited 2016-10-04 04:08 (UTC)

[Hey, were you hoping to be interrupted by an obnoxious Gryffindor fifth year? You probably were. Shaun doesn't ask if he can sit down, or wait for an invitation. He just sits, setting his butterbeer down in front of him.]

Oh, hey, how's it going? Man, it's crowded in here today, huh? Guess everyone wanted the day off.

[Certainly Cami has nothing further to say on the topic, or any other. There's nothing more than a soft hum as he once more closes that stray gap between them. She follows his lead easily, eagerly in fact. For that beautiful moment, the din of the shop fades in favor of losing herself in his kiss and the desire that blooms so easily between them.

At least until she's jostled from behind, a trio of third-year Gryffindors running past with apologies shouted over one shoulder. She'd been on the verge of needing to break the kiss anyway thanks to the burning demand for air in her lungs, but it's not a bad reminder of where they are.]

They might just kick us out if we just stand here kissing without buying anything. [Not that she's entirely adverse to idea of finding some place to hide away with him--but it really would be a shame to leave the shop without some sort of treat, given that it would be an entire month before either of them could buy anything else.

Which probably means she should take a step back from her boyfriend, doesn't it? Cami really should get on that. Any moment now.]

[Hey, some people happen to like shady dingy places, so this is where the remedial Herbology professor's decided to spend her weekend, grading papers and drinking something that would probably be able to strip paint from the walls, as the Muggles would say.

Hardly the best environment for doing so, but she's always been fond of the place, going back way before she ever could have pictured herself as a professor. Mistakes were made, someone may have been transfigured into a monkey and might've been sold to a Muggle zoo we just don't know, and while that's all behind her now, she still favors less than reputable places like these.

So if anybody would like a word with her, whether they be faculty, students (what are you guys doing here, seriously, it's shady as hell, go hang out in the nicer taverns), or anyone else, this is where she'll be, happily going through papers with quill in hand, looking...really out of place given the rest of the bar's clientele.]

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[OPEN] What happens in Hogsmeade stays in Hogsmeade

The Three Broomsticks Inn

The Hog's Head Inn

Zonko's Joke Shop

Honeydukes

Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop

The Shrieking Shack

Peter Petrelli. 6th Year. Gryffindor. | OTA

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( closed to cami )

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Lena "Tracer" Oxton | Gryffindor 3rd year | ota

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Rafe Adler. 7th Year. Slytherin. | OTA but for a loser

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Closed to Victor Frankenstien

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Shaun Mason | Gryffindor 5th year | ota

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Before your loser arrives.

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Zelena | OTA