Cold
Bakura fidgeted with the small bag of coins that Professor Slughorn had given him for his trip. He wasn't sure why the Professor had been so eager to see him getting out into the village, but while he could understand that in a way he still didn't get why the man had felt the need to give him money. It wasn't as though he was planning to buy anything.
Finally he tucked it into a pocket in his robes and began to layer up. Although no one else seemed to be as affected as he was the weather was getting colder, and he had been having enough trouble staying warm before. It got cold in the desert but never as cold as this, and this wasn't even winter yet!
He met Myrtle in the common room, raising his brows at the sight of her in her usual robes, with only a thin coat to compensate for the cold. She, on the hand, giggled at the thick layers he wore and the green and silver scarf wrapped around his neck. Well, maybe to her he did look rather funny, but at least he'd be warm.
Smiling determinedly, he held out his hand to her. "Shall we go, then?" She blushed and took his hand, letting him lead her out of the common room to join the crowd of students heading to Hogsmeade.
Everyone was laughing and chattering excitedly, and Bakura felt his lips twist in disgust for a moment before he reminded himself that there was no need to be serious here. There was no dark god trying to conquer the country, there were no raiders or outlaws who might try to steal whatever they had, and there were no soldiers from other countries trying to take over. This future world was a peaceful one, and people could relax here.
As soon as he stepped outside Bakura found he was glad that he had taken the time to dress as warmly as he had. The air had a bite to it that had not been there the previous day, and the wind was whipping around people, blowing his hair into his eyes and chilling him. He shivered, and moved Myrtle closer to the center of the group, trying to shelter from the wind as much as possible.
Although she wasn't affected as badly as he was, Myrtle was also shivering. She moved closer to him, and he let go of her hand to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer with a sigh of relief. It was much warmer like this, and he felt his cheeks heating up at her closeness. She seemed startled but happy to be there, and she leaned closer to him as the crowd began to break up, people moving onto different streets.
"So where do you want to go first?" He asked her a little nervously. He wanted to stop by the quill shop to see if he could get more of those quills that wrote for you since the one he was using was starting to wear at the tip.
"Well, I wanted to go to Honeydukes," she began, smiling up at him. "They have the best sweets ever, and I want to get some. Other than that, well, I thought it might be nice to go to Madame Puddifoot's after we've got everything you and I wanted. What about you?"
"I thought maybe I'd stop by the quill shop you mentioned, but there wasn't really anything else." Bakura shrugged. He wasn't sure how far the money he had been given would stretch, and he didn't actually need anything. As a matter of fact he had a lot more things now than he ever had before, and just the idea of being allowed to get more was incredible.
Myrtle smiled up at him and tugged him toward the sweet shop. "Come on, I want to see whether they've got any fudge."
Wandering through the shelves of sweets was surprisingly fun as Myrtle chatted about how Chocolate Frogs tasted, how disgusting Blood Pops were, and how good this or that item looked. She ended up buying quite a few packages of fudge as well as several different kinds of chocolate, in particular a candied, chocolate covered orange that they divided between them as they looked for the quill shop.
Bakura wasn't in any hurry to get there, though. He was enjoying this, strolling through the streets with Myrtle eating the strange treat and licking sugar and melted chocolate from his fingers when they were done. It seemed far too soon when they reached the shop, and Bakura was reluctant to enter. Myrtle seemed happy about it, however, and pulled him in to look through everything, giggling over sugar quills and purple ink while he grabbed three of the quills he wanted and a large pot of the more serviceable black ink.
When they went out Bakura was carrying her purchases as well as his own, several white feather quills and a pot of ink that sparkled and changed colors as he watched. He found the colors fascinating as well, but as he'd thought there wasn't enough money in the small purse he had been given to pay for any of the special inks, not if he wanted to eat anything in the place Myrtle had mentioned. Once again he felt a shock as the cold wind hit them as soon as the door opened, and he was very happy to get into the small teashop with Myrtle hanging off his arm.