Naomi pulled her military coat around her body even tighter, her gloves slipping slightly on her edges of it. Her hair bounced slightly as she walked, her boots leaving tracks on the soft ground. Her skinny jeans kept her warm and her quick pace kept her pale face just slightly tinged pink.
Hogsmeade was a good place. She usually found herself able to abandon her Slytherin clique for some well needed alone time. While they all headed for the Three Broomsticks, or Zonkos, or Honeydukes, she could escape to the smaller, lesser-known shops and enjoy the serenity and the peaces that solitude brought.
She turned into a small shop she knew was notorious for selling random, quirky items. Her gloves had come from there. The one pair of long socks had derived from the shop as well. Stationary, books- it was a favorite haunt of hers. She could find art supplies there and not be pestered by prying peers.
Ah, alliteration. Have to love it.
She stepped in and a torrent of warm air, buffered her, her hair swishing back a bit. She lowered her eyelids and stepped inside, firmly closing the door behind her. She shook the cold from her bones and immediately began delving into the aisles, looking over shelves of items she had to convince herself not to buy.