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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 ) — what happens in hogsmeade
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card. The little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp, swirling snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.
Evangeline shivered despite the luxurious fur coat thrown over her velveteen robes. Per his request, it was only her and Cassius heading up the street, heads bowed against the wind.
''Shall we go for a Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks?'' Cassius asked, his teeth chattering. ''I expect the weather to only worsen from this point.''
Evangeline was more than willing; the wind was fierce and her hands were freezing, so they crossed the road, and in a few minutes were entering the tiny inn.
Inside, it was extremely crowded, noisy, warm, and smoky. A curvy woman with a pretty face — Madam Rosmerta — was serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks up at the bar.
''I'll get the drinks, shall I?'' Cassius offered, taking Evangeline's coat.
''Yes, I will go and find us a table.''
She made her way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between a frosty window and a handsome Christmas tree which stood next to the fireplace. Cassius came back five minutes later, carrying two foaming tankards of steaming Butterbeer.
''Merry Christmas, Evangeline,'' he wished, happily raising his tankard.
''Merry Christmas,'' she returned, giggling, ''but we will see each other at the Sacred Twenty-Eight Christmas Ball anyway, so may I now ask what has brought on this trip, just the two of us?''
''There is something I have been meaning to talk to you about,'' he admitted, ''and I was advised to do it in a . . . special way.''
''Proceed, I'm all ears.''
''You see, Evangeline—''
A powerful breeze ruffled her brunette locks. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened, welcoming Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick in a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with a portly man in a lime-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak; Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.
The quartet of adults approached the table right beside theirs, grunting and sighing as they sat down. Madam Rosmerta was there almost instantly, their orders floating alongside her.
