Weekends--The Best Part of School

Andrew didn't object to school, but he sure liked weekends better. It was just a slight crisp to the Saturday air, but the sunshine was so bright and pleasant that Andrew felt that the outing to Hogsmeade was going to be well worth it. He simply put on a longsleeved shirt over his t shirt and followed the pack to the village.

A great majority of the mob headed to the Three Broomsticks, and another part of them headed to Honeydukes. Andrew's plan was simple. Blend. He went into Honeydukes and in the wall to wall clan inside, no one even noticed him filling up a canvas messenger bag with all variety of sweets. Being a pickpocket had distinct advantages. He liked the challenge of it. And then he did something immensely oxymoronic. He slipped the right amount of galleons for his booty into the clerks' apron pocket. He didn't intend to actually needlessly swipe from someone. He was just practicing.

Once he had what he needed, he simply left and found a street bench to sit on. He got out a licorice whip and took a bit out of it, considering a mug of butterbeer and a plate of decent fish and chips next. There were some things that Hogwarts, in his opinion, just did not excel in.

The noise was very distinctive as Aria walked through the seemingly empty streets of Hogsmeade. By the time she had arrived at the village almost everyone had retreated into one or another store to escape the frosty air. It was getting later in the year and it was getting colder. But the gold had never bothered the young girl. She had always liked it, more like loved it. Well almost everyone. She narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow as she watched the boy with curiosity. Why would someone sit out here as it got colder eating candy? It made her wonder what he was doing, what he was hiding. She smirked and moved closer to him.

The clicking grew louder as her steps gained a purpose. Finally she arrived next to the boy, and without an introduction or any kind of spoken word she sat next to him and smiled her goofy little bubbly smile. “Hey,” She said tilting her head to the side and twirling a piece around her finger, thinking about how he was kind of cute. “Whatcha doing?” She asked giggling a little.
The girl had chosen to wear black and white striped pants with a black t-shirt that had rainbow letters and box’s printed on it with a cheek mark in the last box. The shirt listed different sexuality’s and ended with human being the cheeked box, and it fit her and her personality wonderfully. Goofy, Fun, Playful, and Brutally honest