Post by Rowena Jones on Jul 18, 2017 9:20:09 GMT -5
Rowena didn't often come up to Hogsmeade. It wasn't really on the way to anywhere being so far up North and she didn't really know many people up here anymore. It had been ten years since she'd graduated and though James had liked to do the odd date up here and reminisce about the good old simple Hogwarts times (for him maybe, they'd been rather stressful for her...), she hadn't been back since they'd broken up. There just wasn't any reason too. But she'd gone to Nottingham to see her parents that morning, and though it had gone as well as it could have, she just didn't want to go back to her empty home and mope. Plus, she had told herself, and promised her father, that she would try to socialise more.
Why that meant she had come to Hogsmeade when the Leaky Cauldron or really any number of places in London would have done the trick was beyond her, but here she was. And as she stood in front of Honeydukes, a familiar glee came over her. This was her guilty pleasure. Her way of coping when the stress got too much. She really was lucky her body seemed to be able to process sugar quickly otherwise her love of Sugar Quills would have ruined her figure years ago. As it was, it had been a while since she had indulged in her love for all things sweet (except those dreadful beans! She would never get over the trauma of eating a vomit flavoured one that very first Summer) and this seemed like a perfect occasion.
So what if this technically wasn't socialising? There was still time. It was only mid afternoon and she could always pop to the Hogs Head later if she really had to.
Why that meant she had come to Hogsmeade when the Leaky Cauldron or really any number of places in London would have done the trick was beyond her, but here she was. And as she stood in front of Honeydukes, a familiar glee came over her. This was her guilty pleasure. Her way of coping when the stress got too much. She really was lucky her body seemed to be able to process sugar quickly otherwise her love of Sugar Quills would have ruined her figure years ago. As it was, it had been a while since she had indulged in her love for all things sweet (except those dreadful beans! She would never get over the trauma of eating a vomit flavoured one that very first Summer) and this seemed like a perfect occasion.
So what if this technically wasn't socialising? There was still time. It was only mid afternoon and she could always pop to the Hogs Head later if she really had to.