S H O P P I N G {I-N} *HOGMEADE* [DELETED]

It was cold - a cold, snowy day in Hogmeade; isocele formed beneath the roof of each shop. Almost sharp enough to kill somebody. Hogwart was having a Christmas trip today in Hogmeade and almost every student participated in the event. Nathaniel walked out of the Honeydukes Sweets after buying a few bags of candies which he brought for all the christmas card he got for his friends. He wore a light, brown woolen jumper, a plain dark grey shirt with black jeans underneath.

Slowly, he made his way towards Zonko's joke shop but on his way as he fight through the crowded street of Hogmeade village. He dropped two of his candy bags which fell from the hole of his plastic bag onto the snow below him - he must've brought too many and with a grunt he bent down to pick them all up leaving the ones that flew out of the bags on the ground. "They need more better, plastic bags," thought Nathaniel as he put them in his bag and carried it in his arm as if he was cradling a baby in his arm while he looked in his little map of where everything was but was not sure where to go. The expression on his face obviously showed the confusion on his face. The way he looked around, looked at both direction trying to figure out where to go.

"Thanks," said Nathaniel as he saw a girl rushing to help pick up some lollies that fell on the ground. As soon as all of them were all picked up, Nathaniel, stood up again and looked at her as he put his lollies in his arm like he was craddling a baby. At the same time as he pulled out of his map to see where Zonko's Joke shop, he spotted it on the map, but he had no idea which way to go. He turned to the girl again, who have helped him not so long ago and smiled at him. "Excuse me, do you know where Zonko's Joke shop is?" he asked, curiously a cute smile plastered across his face.

A laugh escape from the bottom of his lips, Nathaniel, did nothing but smirk at her as he heard that she knew where it is, that she was heading there herself. "Sure, thanks," he grinned and nodded at her. Who could say no to a beautiful girl as she was. Life was short, it was either now or never cause no one knows you might not see her again. "Rose Weasley, that's a beautiful name. I am Nathaniel Bridgeton -- Nathaniel Tyler Bridgeton," he introduced himself and shook her hand, firmly. Her hands felt soft, they were as soft as a pillow and every touch of it felt nice, Nathaniel, enjoyed every moment of it as he smiled politely at her letting go of her hand, slowly.

"Rose Amelia Weasley," said Nathaniel with a hint of impression in his voice. A cute smile grew onto his face as he heard that he knew who her parents are. "Of course, heard lot about them in the news. My grandpa talks about them non-stop," laughed Nathaniel rememberng sitting there on the ground and listening to his grandpa go on and on about the weasley and how they supported Harry Potter - the boy who lived defeat the Dark Lord. "Nathan is fine," he said smiling, brightly back at her. "Lead the way," he nodded as he felt her hand grabbed his causing his heart to leap once then stopped leaving a painful mark on his chest. "Wow, she's beautiful." Nathaniel thought to himself as he let ehr lead the way as they made their way through the crowd.

"Yeah," laughed Nathaniel as she, ironically said to him 'your grandpa and everyone else in the world; he shrugged his shoulder as they made their way through the crowd. "Your family been are all over the news these day," he continued. He laughed as Rose told him that she was a splitting image of what her motehr looked like when she was her age and how annoying it was. "Then your mother must be as beautiful as you are," he said, hoping that she didn't take this to be offensive.

Finally they stopped at Zonko's Joke shop, after fighting through a massive, collarged of crowd. "No problem," said Nathaniel who actually enjoyed the touch of her warm, soft hand holding onto his yet he kept it to himself. He didn't want to scare her. "Thanks for your help," he added, quickly as he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."