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A/N: Thanks to Silverbirch and Nadaooooo for reviewing!
Heaven
Everyone knows what your third year of Hogwarts means, HOGSMEDE! Well legally that is and not shoved under an invisibility cloak.
But yes, Hogsmeade, one of my favourite places on Earth, in particular Honeydukes.
I'd gotten up early that morning, with a major sweet tooth craving that only a jar full of fizzing whizzbees could fix. Clambering out of bed and speedily getting dressed I rushed into the Great Hall wolfing down my breakfast and then hurtling full pelt into the courtyard to greet Professor Longbottom.
"Wait there Rose Weaseley, I need to make sure that your parents submitted a permission slip," he started flicking through them as I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Sorry, but I can't be seen to be having favourites, but its all good so off you go an behave,"
"Thank you Neville," I said this as no one else was around and meh it couldn't hurt.
When I arrived at Hogsmeade after a brisk five minute walk I could stop the broad grin from spreading across my face. The cobbled footpath had a light sprinkle of snow underfoot that made a crunching sound underneath my boots.
I really should of headed towards the bookshop as my recreational stocks were getting low, but there was the pounding in my mouth so I dashed, yes literally dashed into Honeydukes.
Uncle Harry was always telling me of the secret passage he used to use to get into the Honeydukes cellar, but it was closed off in his supposed seventh year. My only thought however was that I'd never fit back through that trapped door.
I pushed open the heavy wooden door and the bell above chimed in that rather welcoming manner. Stepping inside I noticed someone else was in there.
I walked over and tapped said person on the shoulder, "Hi, Michael, what are you doing here so early?"
"Oh Heya, just grabbing some sweets before the rush, I can't stand shopping in the crowds in all honesty,"
"Oh cool," I said starting to pick some licorice wands and chocolate frogs down off various shelves.
As we both headed towards the counter, Michael turned and said "I'm going to treat you to those, mum and dad sent me a few extra galleons this month,"
"Oh its very kind of you, but I was going to get a jar of fizzing whizzbees too," I said trying to wriggle free from the offer.
"I'll pay for them too," he smiled at me gesturing towards the counter.
"Well thank you then," I couldn't helped but smile as the lady behind the counter placed my jar inside our Honeydukes bag.
After we left the shop, I was about to part ways and head towards Weaseley Wizard Wheezes as Uncle George had given me a shopping voucher for my first official trip. But Michael grabbed my arm, "Hey wait, lets shop together for a bit, if that's ok,"
I nodded, and we left walking alongside one another. This shopping quickly became a solitude, he was like no other boy, I was actually getting honest opinions and a deep conversation. But most importantly, my sweet tooth craving was satisfied with my personal heaven (well not totally) of Honeydukes.
