I walk down the long, snowy street with Ron following behind me.
"Hermione, lets go to Hogs Head."
"Are you joking, Ronald? We're underage."
"Boo. You're no fun."
"Yes I am! But I'm not going to get drunk! We're only thirteen."
"Fine."
"Take a chocolate snowman." I take four out of the basket, hand two to Ron and help myself to the other two.
"Thank you," he takes a bite of it, "tastes great."
"You're welcome." I take a bite of mine. Mmmm, I have forgotten how wonderful these taste. I have a memory of eating a left over one of these from Christmas in the late summer, and my Hogwarts letter arrived while I was enjoying it. I was so shocked I spit it up like a cat does a fur ball.
"Any idea what else we can do while we are here?"
"We could get a non-alcholic butter beer, or we could sit down and just talk."
"Lets just sit and talk."
"Where?"
"Right over there, at that table in front of that restaurant."
"Okay."
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"This chair is uncomfortable."
"You'll be fine, Ron."
"No I won't."
"I don't feel like getting up."
"Lazy."
"I'm not lazy!"
"Sure."
"Just shut up Ron."
"Haha."
"Stop laughing at me!"
"Hermione, you look so pretty."
"Umm, thanks."
"Yeah."
"Shouldn't we be returning soon?"
"No..."
"Harry's chocolate will melt. Come on."
"Okay."