Post by SOPHIE AUDREY KROFF on Jan 22, 2011 20:54:39 GMT -5
To Sophie, the Hogsmeade weekends were always enjoyable. They allowed third year students and over to get out of the castle for a day, to get sweets from Honeyduke's, repair magical objects, and enjoy a warm butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks. Sophie's personal favorite was the latter, since the drink was incredibly refreshing. She knew Hogsmeade had more to offer, the many different shops and pubs were proof of that, but the pub was the place she was always visited whenever she went down to the village.
Bundled up in a black and gray plaid jacket, a black sweatshirt underneath that, jeans, and a beanie on top of her head, Sophie walked out of the warm castle to the snowy Hogwarts grounds. It was flurrying as she walked across the grounds and, occasionally, she would see the small flakes land on the arms of her jacket before they melted away. Lifting a hand, she zippered up the rest of her jacket before continuing her walk across the grounds to the village entrance. As she walked alongside the Black Lake, she turned her head to look at it, even though it was nothing more than a large patch of ice.
After a few minutes, she turned her head forward again and found herself only a couple of miles away from the village. Blinking, she turned around in the snow to see that Hogwarts was far behind her. Wow, she mentally commented before shrugging her shoulders and walking on again. Thought most of her attention was focused on her path, Sophie allowed a small part of her brain to think about how her final year at Hogwarts had been going, and what the New Year would bring. It was quite interesting to have Snape as her Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, there was no denying that. He had been after the job for years and, evidently, was incredibly smug when he had finally received his wish.
The rest of her teachers were the same, she had known them for seven years after all, save for Professor Slughorn. He was quite the character, there was no denying that, holding parties for his select students, and fawning over Harry Potter's Potions skills. No, Sophie did not resent Slughorn for favoring over a particular student, even if the student in question was extremely famous, she just thought it was somewhat odd that he could be so biased. However, she quickly forced herself not to dwell on it any longer. She supposed that's who Slughorn was, and she was not in any sort of position to try and change him. Talk about contradictory, she thought.
Looking up, she found that the village entrance was right in front of her. Smiling at the fact that she would soon be warming herself up with butterbeer, Sophie set her thoughts aside for later and, at last, entered the village. She made a beeline for the pub, and pushed open the door. Immediately, she felt the warm air swirl around her and, quickly, shut the door so the cold air could not get in. Removing her beanie from her auburn head, she made her way to the bar and smiled politely at the man behind it. "One butterbeer, please." She ordered, taking a free seat in front of him. With a nod, he turned around to prepare her drink.
Sophie put her beanie on the table before zipping open her jacket as her body temperature began to rise from the warmth of the pub.
Bundled up in a black and gray plaid jacket, a black sweatshirt underneath that, jeans, and a beanie on top of her head, Sophie walked out of the warm castle to the snowy Hogwarts grounds. It was flurrying as she walked across the grounds and, occasionally, she would see the small flakes land on the arms of her jacket before they melted away. Lifting a hand, she zippered up the rest of her jacket before continuing her walk across the grounds to the village entrance. As she walked alongside the Black Lake, she turned her head to look at it, even though it was nothing more than a large patch of ice.
After a few minutes, she turned her head forward again and found herself only a couple of miles away from the village. Blinking, she turned around in the snow to see that Hogwarts was far behind her. Wow, she mentally commented before shrugging her shoulders and walking on again. Thought most of her attention was focused on her path, Sophie allowed a small part of her brain to think about how her final year at Hogwarts had been going, and what the New Year would bring. It was quite interesting to have Snape as her Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, there was no denying that. He had been after the job for years and, evidently, was incredibly smug when he had finally received his wish.
The rest of her teachers were the same, she had known them for seven years after all, save for Professor Slughorn. He was quite the character, there was no denying that, holding parties for his select students, and fawning over Harry Potter's Potions skills. No, Sophie did not resent Slughorn for favoring over a particular student, even if the student in question was extremely famous, she just thought it was somewhat odd that he could be so biased. However, she quickly forced herself not to dwell on it any longer. She supposed that's who Slughorn was, and she was not in any sort of position to try and change him. Talk about contradictory, she thought.
Looking up, she found that the village entrance was right in front of her. Smiling at the fact that she would soon be warming herself up with butterbeer, Sophie set her thoughts aside for later and, at last, entered the village. She made a beeline for the pub, and pushed open the door. Immediately, she felt the warm air swirl around her and, quickly, shut the door so the cold air could not get in. Removing her beanie from her auburn head, she made her way to the bar and smiled politely at the man behind it. "One butterbeer, please." She ordered, taking a free seat in front of him. With a nod, he turned around to prepare her drink.
Sophie put her beanie on the table before zipping open her jacket as her body temperature began to rise from the warmth of the pub.