[1] 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ― h.potter

005.

「005. honeydukes and hippogriffs 」

HONEY WAS let out the clutches of madame pomfrey very quickly. for the most part, this was her own work. after downing just about all of the chocolate she had been gifted (which did leave her feeling just the tiniest bit sick) and pleading very fiercely with madame pomfrey that she was okay (which took around half an hour), honey was let go unwillingly by a very strained and tired medi-witch who had warned her not to 'overexert herself'.

she was thankful she was allowed out so early (she had planned to start her relentless complaining very early which was a challenge on her part, but with a little bit of pepper-up potion she was perfectly fine), because if she hadn't been let out- she'd have missed the first trip to hogsmeade. she'd practically sprinted out of the hospital wing, going at supersonic speed down to her common room and straight to her dormitories, casting a quick anti-frizz on her hair and snatching whatever clothes she first saw.

she tumbled into the shirt, layering the jumper over before grabbing a suitable dark and thick pair of trousers, snatching a coat and scarf and a bag to carry anything she needed in it (including her money and wand and her permission slip which she assumed would need to be checked). she was lucky to even have caught the tail end of students to hogsmeade, but it seemed luck was on honey's side for now.

she says for now, because when she actually got to hogsmeade, she lost all her luck as soon as she stepped into honeydukes. which was unfortunate, because honey had been looking forward to honeydukes the most out of it all.

when people look at honey, they very quickly assume she's a hard-shelled person (which... isn't always wrong?), she looks like the type of person who likes salt and vinegar crisps (they're not wrong, she loves them), she just has this pungent and acrid look about her that makes you think she's all mostly bark and all bite. she's not the type to physically hit you, but her words could knock you out flat. she's sharp-tongued and she's difficult as hell.

if she likes you, it is hard to tell. if she doesn't like you then it's still hard to tell. honey was sometimes known to be vindictive, to be jealous, to be selfish and to be harsh. it was what most of hogwarts saw on her bad days and what they saw on a lower level on her 'good days'. it was what emmery had seen in full last summer- it was a product of her upbringing.

she was a bitter, she was sour, she was callous and she was cruel-

but merlin's beard she loved a good bit of chocolate.

it was so excruciatingly cliche- the person who seems to have a heart of stone to love something so sweet. sugar quills, acid pops (they might burn holes through your tongue but when you get to the centre they were quite sweet and delicious!), chocolate frogs and she'd heard how famous the honeydukes chocolate were).

honey had planned to fully explore and enjoy hogsmeade for however long they were allowed there that day. she'd planned to go get butterbeer first, since she thought that would be best to do first since it would be less busy. she'd planned to get extra quills and rolls of parchment (which went down a success) before she found herself practically running towards honeydukes.

the place was warm and had a cozy feeling about it. the minute you walked in, it was just a blast of warm air and smiling people. a familiar sort of feeling that felt like you were being blanketed in casual conversations, soft smiles, red noses and that nice tingling feel when you step into a warm place to escape the cold. even if you'd never experienced it, the feeling was one that felt like you were walking to a place called home.