Mid-Late September, 2028
Fixing his dark green scarf about his neck, Baldric Pierson stepped out into the brisk autumnal day. Hogwarts was almost stiflingly warm and it seemed that the warmest place in the castle had been his classroom. Certainly, it had felt that way. Even though it was chilly, Baldric had gone without his coat when he emerged from the castle and strode out into the grounds. By the time he got into Hogsmeade, he had donned it once more, but for the first hundred meters or so, Baldric walked in the open air, allowing the seasonal breeze to nip at his cheeks and the exposed flesh of his arms and neck that wasn't protected by his shirt and jumper.
Hogsmeade itself was quiet that day. The students were largely in class, although there were a few of the older ones about. Once they spotted the History of Magic teacher, they darted off into The Three Broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's, well aware of the fact that they weren't supposed to be in the village. The gates were open, though, and the temptation of Honeydukes was one that no student could really be expected to ignore. Baldric, himself, stopped in there and accidentally spooked a fourth year buying liquorice wands. He couldn't find it within himself to punish any of them, regardless of the fact that he should have done. He resolved to keep an eye on them instead, as well as satisfy the need he had gone down into the village to quell.
Baldric was hungry. Plain and simple. The pizza parlour, it seemed, was finally going to be sampled by the blonde wizard.
Digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he wound down the street and made his way towards the parlour. His glasses were resting on the top of his head and a pencil was still behind his ear from earlier on when he had been in class. His satchel hung loosely off of his shoulder and he looked for all the world like a proper professor - which, indeed, was the idea. He passed a few of the locals on his way there who recognised him, including Victoire Weasley, whose day off that week was allowing her to indulge in a spot of shopping in town. They chatted for a while before parting company, Baldric's rumbling tummy giving him a quick exit.
The pizza parlour smelt exactly as he had been imagining while he had been teaching that morning. When he opened the door, a blast of warm air washed over him. Following that was all of the scents on offer and Baldric inhaled deeply, a lazy smile lifting onto his features. He veered into the sports dining room. Working in Quality Quidditch Supplies had gotten him far too used to being around Quidditch all day and even though he'd been working at Hogwarts for a little over a year, now, he still wasn't used to being without it. The round-up of the weekend's Quidditch was on the DWN and Baldric took a seat so he could watch, reaching for a menu as he did so.
A waitress came over with a marker pen so he could blot onto the laminate what kind of pizza he wanted and Baldric thanked her with a sweet smile. He ordered a tall glass of lemonade and the waitress buzzed away after beaming at him, leaving Baldric to work on what he wanted for lunch. He had a feeling that dinner was entirely out of the question, now. Looking at the menu, he doubted that he'd ever have room to eat again after this.