"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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Chapter 44
Halloween in Hogsmeade
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❝It's delightful, isn't it?
It really does taste
like Halloween
in a cup.❞
As we made our way deeper into Hogsmeade, the streets were filled with costumed students and the sounds of laughter and music. The Weasley twins led me from street to street, pointing out shops, shouting jokes, and generally causing mayhem wherever we went. Above the noise were the faint sounds of ghosts echoing to only me. The Weasley twins were the perfect obnoxious solution to drown out the spirits.
Hogsmeade, one of Britain's last remaining all-wizarding villages, was a magical place unlike any other. On Halloween, the typically quaint streets were transformed into a festive wonderland. The eyes could feast on colorful decorations, dancing witches and wizards, and the sweet scent of pumpkin pasties and Butterbeer in the air. Plus, the waves of overexcited Hogwarts students were eager to join the fun.
The Weasley twins pointed out their favorite spots, from the Three Broomsticks, where they enjoyed foamy Butterbeer, to Honeydukes, where they stock up on sweets and treats. Our trio was greeted with smiles and laughter. The Weasley twins' boundless energy and humor made everyone at ease.
As we walked the cobblestone streets, hand in hand as they insisted, I felt like a balloon being tethered to the ground by the grip of my friend's hands. Without them, I might float off into the world of a much darker holiday, leaving behind the cheerful festivities of Halloween.
Finally, we made our way to the center of the village, where a massive Halloween celebration was in full swing. Witches and wizards of all ages danced and laughed. The melodies were faintly clashing with the haunting sounds of ghostly music and eerie laughter from celebrations past. The unharmonious roar invited a sense of community and togetherness. People from all walks of life came together to celebrate the holiday and have for centuries. With any hope, they will continue to do so for many more.
We decided to step away from the bustle and head to the Three Broomsticks, a warm and cozy pub packed with people of all ages. The fire in the fireplace roared, casting a warm glow over the room. I sipped on a frothy Butterbeer and followed the twins to a table.
We took a table by the fireplace, letting our red noses fade. The boys began to regale me with stories of their childhood escapades. They told me about when they snuck into Honeydukes and nicked every flavor of sugar quills they could carry, only to be caught by the owner. The owner surprisingly let them go with a stern warning.
