InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Squee!"

Wished RPG Mods (wishedmod) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-10-02 21:41:00

Entry tags:

!1997: 10, !incomplete, alfred cattermole, branwen dunstan, dean thomas, drew summers, eloise midgen, evie bagnold, mandy brocklehurst, megan jones, padma patil

Who: Any students eligible to go, also any Professors and Aurors can feel free to have been ordered to patrol to protect the kiddies on this day.
What: Hogsmeade Visit
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Saturday
Warnings: Varied!

The not so newly appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts checked the last name off on her parchment list and dropped her hands to her side, watching with a stern but mildly worried expression as the stragglers loped off in the direction of the Village.

"Is this a good idea?" She asked, not looking away from the quickly moving backs of the students and thus giving the professor standing beside her no indication that they were being spoken to directly. Nevertheless, Minerva had a way of speaking that meant whether the question were meant for you or no, you felt responsible for answering it.

"I did not foresee any dire events on this day, Headmistress...." Professor Trelawney intoned, her thick and dreamy voice somewhat questioning, not certain that the question had an answer at all, and certainly not sure that she had found it.

It did manage to snap the Headmistress out of whatever thoughts had kept her standing still, however. McGonagall's mouth drew into an even tighter, sterner line and she sent the quill and parchment flying back to her office and started, herself, down the road toward Hogsmeade Village. As she adjusted her large hat, words carried on the wind that might have sounded a bit like, "Of course you didn't, barmy bat."

Professor Trelawney, fortunately, did not hear.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

The Three Broomsticks: Eloise + OPEN

offandrunning
2009-10-03 09:28 pm UTC (link)

When she'd awakened that morning to remember that it was the first Hogsmeade visit of the year, Eloise was not surprised to find that she had mixed feelings. Eloise had been consistently stressed for the past few weeks and though she'd been managing it well, there was some part of her that found the prospect of wandering through the village in the company of over-excited peers entirely disturbing. Still, she knew that once she got there she'd probably start to feel much better.

So she had dragged herself out of bed, put on a particularly favorite outfit, and treated herself to a hearty breakfast in the Great Hall before heading out in the wake of a group of random fourth and fifth years.

That had been an hour or so ago, and now she was sitting by a window in The Three Broomsticks, a large butterbeer in front of her and a beat up paperback laying open, face down. It looked like a typical Harlequin romance - brawny, long-haired man, and a buxom and sensuous looking woman in the throes of an embrace. Eloise was mostly enjoying her solitude, but was keeping an eye out for any familiar faces nonetheless.

(Reply to this)

(Read comments) -