Who: Ioan Cadwallader and Romilda Vane What: Quill shopping. Suuuure. When: Hogsmeade Weekend Rating: To be determined. Status: Incomplete/Closed.
Ioan made his way into Hogsmeade alone. He'd worn something comfortable: a Van Halen t-shirt and jeans with worn patches at the knees. Even before the war and Azkaban, he'd never really been good at dressing to impress. And wasn't dating supposed to be about being yourself? Regardless, he looked completely out of place in the high street, except for the wand sticking out of his right pocket. He kept it close these days. There would be no more catching him unawares.
As he walked, he kept his shoulders hunched. His eyes darted from one shadow to the next. What was the matter with him? He hadn't acted this way in Diagon Alley with Anthony. Then again, Anthony was a safe harbor.
Earlier in the morning, he'd had second thoughts about meeting Romilda. He wanted to; that was certain. Just maybe not in a wizarding village where, just the year before, Death Eaters had walked freely and spread their hatred. Ioan was going, though. He could see Honeydukes not far ahead, and he pointed his feet in that direction, forcing one in front of the other with some effort. It wasn't cold, but his teeth rattled a little. He didn't have his guitar to hide behind this time, so nerves and fear and something else entirely had him in their grip.
Finally, he reached the building where he and Romilda had agreed to meet. He propped himself by the doorway under the eaves to wait. And not run away, like part of him wanted.