Side quest

Chapter Three

It had been some time since she had seen herself in a mirror, and all things considered, it wasn't too bad. Despite the limitations in Andrea's recovery, her burns and lacerations had improved significantly thanks to Maeve Bradley's meticulous care. Although, there was still some healing to be done and scarring would be inevitable, but Andrea didn't mind. Her face had always been a rather accurate reflection of her gentle and quiet personality, so if anything, a touch of roughness added a bit more depth and appeal to her character. She couldn't complain about the shorter hair either.

Thanks to the kindness of their community, Maeve had managed to secure Andrea with a set of clothing more appropriate than what she had been previously loaned. The dress comprised of two primary tiers: the first being a long sleeved, cream-based chemise, and the second fashioned from heavier, blue pinstriped cotton with, get this, pockets. Deep ones. The outfit was a significant improvement but, to Andrea's surprise, wasn't very comfortable. Luckily, no favors were needed to obtain a pair of shoes.

Once dressed and ready, Cecil led the way down a shallow path beside the river which he had previously described. The hike would be long, but equally so rewarding. The breathtaking scenery accompanied by a refreshing breeze were a welcome change from the obstructed views of Andrea's hometown where buildings, power lines, and other visual distractions often interfered. It was almost therapeutic, even as one hour bled into two and Andrea's feet began to grow sore. The Bradleys', however, seemed wholly unaffected by it all. She figured, the sights probably get old after you've lived somewhere long enough.

"We shouldn't be long now!" Cecil announced to Andrea from over his shoulder, prompting her to snap out of her daydreams and hasten to catch up.

As the dirt trail turned into gravel, they arrived at a cobblestone bridge that extended over the river they had been tracking for miles. Beyond it, Andrea could just barely discern the tips of pitched roofs and smoking chimneys. It was a struggle to refrain from climbing the bridge's barrier for a better view.

Although her knowledge of Scotland was limited, her understanding of fantasy literature was endless. She knew it was common practice for writers to transform real-life locations to benefit their stories, so, Andrea only assumed this to be true for Hogsmeade. Although she doubted the town accurately reflected the magical storybook village, it did add a level of excitement to their visit. It wasn't often she had such an opportunity to indulge herself in one of the many franchises that fueled her escapism.

"Have you ever been to Hogsmeade?" Maeve inquired in an attempt to encourage Andrea out of her silence.

Andrea shook her head, "No, I haven't."

"Well, I suppose not many have the luxury," Cecil piped in, "It can become quite expensive if you're looking to shop. Although, there's still plenty to do without any money. I'm surprised you never had the opportunity, depending on how long you've lived in the area."

"Um... Not long," She admitted, which was true.

After her talk with Thaddeus, Andrea decided it was best to be selective about what she both shared and asked. The nature of her situation was already strange and she didn't want to risk being labeled as such by confiding in the wrong people, regardless of how otherwise friendly they've been. Unfortunately, there would only be so many times and instances being a foreigner would excuse.

The bridge eventually transitioned back into a path, which in turn led to a staircase descending into the village. They didn't climb down immediately; instead, they allowed Andrea the moment to admire the view to which she did in speechless astonishment. Despite what had been depicted in film and writing, Hogsmeade was more than she could ever envision—pleasantly disproving her earlier assumption. The buildings were arranged tightly and chaotically along winding streets with staircases, walkways, and banner strung balconies randomly scattered between them. Even from where they stood she could hear the echoes of chatter and even music. It was incredible.