Who: Oliver Avery & Christian Ross What: Meeting up in Hogsmeade When: 24th September, 2022; 2PM onwards Where: The Shrieking Shack, leading to Hogsmeade High Street Rating: R for talk of sexual situations Status: Complete // Closed
Oliver was early. In truth, he tried to be early to every engagement of his, priding promptness as one of his better traits. As such, he was leaning against the fence outside of the Shrieking Shack by 1:45PM. Folding his arms close to his chest in an attempt to keep the brisk Autumn chill out, he wrapped his thick black coat further around himself. Although it was only the end of September, the weather was already indicating what a bitter winter was in store during the next few months. He had neglected to bring a scarf however, choosing to brave the wind without it. The sun was still present, hiding behind a thick blanket of ominous grey clouds. Every now and again, it would poke through a gap and temporarily warm him before retreating once again. He was sure that when he began walking, he would soon lose the cold shiver that continued to scuttle up and down his neck.
Looking over his shoulder, Oliver examined the supposedly haunted building behind him with slightly pursed lips. With such an artistic sister, Oliver had grown to appreciate things in a new light. There was something bittersweet about the ruined building, something he couldn’t really put his finger on. It looked better after the snow had fallen, more tragic that it did right now. As his eyes scanned the exterior, he found himself wondering what it looked like on the inside. There had been rumours that it wasn’t actually haunted, although people still chose to avoid it. He was sure the history of the place was a fascinating one, but he was a lot more inclined to simply admire it from afar than to go digging into its past. Such distractions were welcome as he continued to wait patiently for Chris to arrive.