Chapter Twelve – How to Have Fun In Hogsmeade

I am so sorry for the wait. I had a complete mental block, literally, I could not think of anything. I don't own anything. The inspiration for this chapter comes from a question from ArianaGrande – and RamonaOne – FAN asking why Dom calls Scorpius The Egg. All shall be revealed...

It's quite easy really – go with a bunch of friends, meet up with some other friends, do cool stuff, get hyper on Honeydukes sweets... That sort of thing.

HOWEVER.

If that was all I was going to say this story would be REALLY short and REALLY boring and everyone would be like... Bored...

Talk about stating the obvious. I shall tell you the whole story. Stare into the middle distance and I'll begin...

"Where shall we go first?" Sophie asked, putting a hand above her eyes to shield herself from the sun's angry glare.

"Can the sun be angry?" I said, pensively. I got strange looks.

"You are so weird Dommy," Fred said, ruffling my hair.

I gave him a Glare of Utter Doom and Destruction because I hate to be called Dommy. I mean seriously, am I two?

I don't think so...

NO. I'm not.

Anyways.

"How about Zonkos?" James said, an evil grin spreading across his face.

"I think not," Vicky said. "Honeydukes?"
"Good idea," Ruth nodded.

"Oh hey Ruth," I waved at her. "How are you?"

Ruth gave me a strange look and Vicky practically wept into Teddy's shoulder.

I think she thinks her friends think I'm weird.

If that makes sense.

"I'm fine thanks Dom." You've got to give it to her – Ruth Pence is polite.

"Let's go, shall we?" Lor suggested, taking my arm and dragging me down the road. I distract myself and other people you see. Ly, Soph, Kay, Jamie and Freddy hurried to catch up leaving the RESPECTABLE members of our group to walk behind us at a DIGNIFIED pace.

"Hey Dom. Isn't that Gorilla?" Kay pointed up to a tree where a small peeping owl was perched, winking down at us with one eye.

"Oh no. I'm trying to train him to be nocturnal!" I whined.

"Dom – owls are nocturnal," Ly said.

"Not Gorilla," I said darkly, and held out my arm for him to flap down. Of course he landed on my head and I entered Hogsmeade with a small living hat on my head.

"Honeydukes is this way," Teddy said, coming to join us. We are so much more fun than Vicky and Ruth. Obviously.

We entered the warmness of Honeydukes and I spread my arms wide.

"This," I declared. "Is my new favourite place!"
"Your mum is weeping. The home she made for you, discarded for a mere sweet shop," Ly teased. I elbowed him.

"Give me my drama and leave peasant!"

My friends exchanged seriously worried looks before Kay piped up with;

"She was reading Shakespeare last night."
"Oooh! Which one?" Molly Weasley appeared at my elbow, her glasses askew, clutching a bag of Honeydukes sweets.

"Midsummer Night's Dream," I said, examining her eyes.

When Weasleys get hyper our pupils dilate. It's a well known fact.

"To be or not to be, that is the question," Lucy Weasley wriggled through the crowds, with Lily behind her.

"How's your pig?" Fred asked Lily. He's in awe of her because she has such a cool pet.

It was at this point Gorilla started jumping up and down on my head. I think he resented not being called a cool pet.

"Learn the waltz Gorilla, and I'll call you cool too," I promised.

Louis appeared.

What is it with my cousins and Honeydukes at the moment?

"I'll teach him!" he said. His pupils were dilated too.

"You know how to waltz?" Vicky asked. Kay, Soph, Lor and Ly wisely moved off to get some sweets. Leave strange cousins to deal with strange cousins.

"Uncle Neville taught me," Louis said, and began to waltz around the shop with Gorilla.

"Strange little dude," I said.

Al, Rosie, Hugo and... *cue spooky music* THE EGG entered the shop.

I swear – if any more people enter Honeydukes it'll explode in a huge explosion of yummy goodness.

"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Hugo yelled, throwing himself at me and hugging me tightly. Poor kid, he's been subjected to Rose's drama queen tendencies for long enough.

"Hey Hugo... WAIT A MINUTE..." I stopped. "I thought only third years were allowed to go to Hogsmeade."

"Chill Dom. Remember that tunnel Dad showed Uncle Harry?"
"The humpbacked witch. Course I do."

"Well – since then, us Weasley-Potters have been coming to Hogsmeade for ages. Even you came once."

A wind whistled through the shop, bringing with it a chill and a scary remembrance.

"Don't remind me of that day Frederick Weasley!" I said.

"My name's not – "

"Ssssh, I'm being dramatic!"

I'll tell you the story. It's a thrilling tale.

When I was in my second year, Uncle Harry accidentally let slip about the humpbacked witch. So obviously, we had to try it. Fred, James and I went down it one Saturday when all the third years and above were heading off to Hogsmeade. We had great fun at Zonko's, and then... We went to see the Shrieking Shack.

As we leant against the aged posts (aren't I epic at description?) the Shack seemed to quiver and shake.

"GHOSTS!" James yelled and ran down the hill squealing like a girl.

I don't think James wants to be reminded of that day either...

Fred and I remained, looking curiously as a thing with white blonde hair, covered in a sticky goo crept up behind us. He attacked us, and I had only just managed to cover it in a net when Fred recognized it as Scorpius Malfoy, covered in egg. Why he was covered in egg was anyone's idea, but as he had made me use my wand for evil (OK, conjouring a net is hardly evil but I was a weird second year) I have called him The Egg ever since.

"When you're done staring into the middle distance," James had rapped me over the head.

"I will never be done staring into the middle distance," I said defiantly. "Now let's get some sweets!"

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