-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Eight-

✧HOGSMEAD✧

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There had been a loud buzzing energy throughout the castle, it held an extra spark since the gloomy aura of the Dementors seemed to carry about, but with rushed breakfast in the great hall showcased that everyone was excited to head off to Hogsmead.

Though it was Lori who pouted beside her brother at the Slytherin table.

"Why is it that first years aren't allowed to go?"
"Most of the first years don't show much maturity, don't worry Lori—Third year is just around the corner." She rolled her eyes and stabbed the small potato on her plate before forking it in.

"How about I buy you something from Honeydukes?..." She nodded, still solemn about not joining her siblings. It wasn't the first time she wasn't old enough to attend.
"...And a surprise book from the store?" That had allowed her to pique enough interest and return his smile.

And with the help of Avery and Yaxley, they even added that they'd gift her something as well—Including something for Rose and the rest of her friends to enjoy, they might not have the same style as the cheery Hufflepuffs, but Ronan stood by the act that they watch for their own.

Much like Romulus would for his siblings.

The Lestranges had met at the side of the grand hall, their smiles and eager teasing had them all produce their signed slips. "Did you get mum's work signature?" Cara said holding her's up as they stood in line for the Deputy Headmistress to collect it and check them off as being allowed.

"Imara and I asked together, think we got her lazy signature to be frank." Ronan now took a gander down to his, seeing that he received one of the fancier script.
"I'd be bloody tired with writing my name if I was her too, besides, it's all the same." Ronan offered and watched as Cara had pulled up her slip and smiled thanks to McGonagall.

"Remember! These visits to Hogsmead Village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again." Her voice had managed to carry to all the areas of the courtyard and over the student's conversations.

Cara's eyes had followed down to see the Golden trio, Harry had approached Professor McGonagall but she didn't allow him one word. "No permission form. No visiting the Village. That's the rule, Potter." It had taken the young Lestrange daughter by surprise, she hardly asked him how living with muggles was like.
Though she had enough of an inkling to know he preferred Hogwarts to his home.

Not wanting to impose or ask about home life so he wouldn't ask her either. But he couldn't get a signature?

"Yes, Professor, but I thought if you said I could go—"

"But I don't say so. Only a parent or a guardian must sign, and since I am neither, it would be inappropriate," She relayed, and while she walked forward a few steps, she turned back and offered a saddened frown.
"I'm sorry, Potter. But that's my final word." Both Ron and Hermione had watched the exchange and stood waiting for their friend, but he simply shook his head and waved for them to head out.

Cara, on the other hand, made her way forward. "I'm sorry you can't go...Do you want some company in the castle?" She asked, and while he wouldn't have minded. It was clear that she had a group of her own that were waiting for her to return. "No, I'm sorry I can't make it for the butterbeer."
"I'll get you something from Hogsmead, promise...And maybe now you could get started on that potion's assignment." She teased, but Harry didn't find it all that funny.