Who: Faye Monroe and OPEN What: HOT CHOCOLATE! Where: Around Hogsmeade and the path to Hogwarts. When: saturday evening.
Hello, little girl, What's your rush? You're missing all the flowers. The sun won't set for hours, Faye had been bored without classes and quidditch to occupy her time and the pub had been so congested with people that there was hardly a space to have a moment to herself. She knew that she wanted to get out of the pub and do something nice, she wanted to talk to people, to lift their spirits and the journals had actually helped her figure out what to do. Once she got the idea in her head, there was nothing that could stop her. She was inspired.
The town had been sad and scared, it was a thick and oppressive fog of fear that hung over the entire village like a gross gray blanket. But Faye wouldn’t accept it, there had to be something she could do. Things were bad right now, but she had faith that things would get better To put is simply, they just had to, and she was going to do what she could to help it along.
It was a chilly day, and nothing made her feel better more than a nice hot chocolate. So she set about making it, standing in the kitchen of the Three Broomsticks as her mother whipped around her taking care of customers, Faye made several large pots of hot chocolate, before tipping them into a barrel with a spout. She put the large barrel on a small trolley her mother kept around for large deliveries, and loaded it with disposable cups before she pulled on her own fluffy coat and mittens. With a quick look around, she darted out the back with the trolley and out onto the streets of Hogsmeade. She charmed the barrel to say ‘Three Broomsticks: Hot Chocolate!’ in large glittery letters.
She wandered around Hogsmeade aimlessly, offering large glasses of heated chocolate (charmed to stay warm) to people who passed and looked cold. She had no aim in mind, she simply wanted to brighten peoples day, and Hot Chocolate had always done that for her. Once she was satisfied that she had covered most of Hogsmeade, she decided to wander down the path to the school. If there were still people there, they might appreciate the delivery.
Faye hummed as she walked. She wasn’t afraid of the streets in Hogsmeade or the path leading up to the school like others were. They’d been her home for as long as she’d lived, she and her brother had wandered up this path and gawked at the school from behind it’s thick iron gates before they were of age to cast their first spell, they’d snuck into it’s forest, they’d wandered every nameless backstreet as the lamplights came on. It was as familiar to her as the rooms above the Three broomsticks.
“Would you like some hot chocolate?” She called to the figure walking towards her from the direction of the castle.