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"ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVE your form with you this time?" Willow asks Willmur as the trio make their way through the halls the same snowy Saturday morning.
"Yes, mum." Willmur rolls his eyes, waving the paper in the blonde's face. Willmur had forgotten his form last time, and was told by Mcgonagall that they weren't holding the carriages for him, and that he could 'tag along next time.'
"Why does it have to be so cold so early in the year? This weather should save itself for Christmas." Dawn complains, pulling her green and silver scarf up closer around her face, so that her eyes and forehead were only visible.
"I love the cool weather. It makes the common rooms seem much more cozy and happy, Dee. Unlike your attitude." Willow Grace sighs, smiling as she looks out to the frosty world beyond them. Willmur nods in agreement, then stops abruptly to pick up the form he had dropped, for about the seventh time in the past two minutes.
"God, Mur!" Dawn throws her head back in annoyance. "Someone will have to bewitch that thing to your forehead or else it'll blow away before you get it to Mcgonagall." Willmur doesn't look at either girl as he clutches the parchment tighter and continues walking.
Meanwhile, Lee and the two Weasley twins were wondering aimlessly in the halls, George and Lee practically dragging Fred behind them.
"Forget it. I don't feel well, guys. I think's I'll just head back to the common room." Fred says, turning on his heel to go back the other direction, but George lurches for his twin's wrist, and tugs him back.
"Nope, you heard the rules my brother."
"It's not that bad. The worst that could happen is she could poison your food to make your hair turn bright purple." Lee laughs, George chuckling along.
"What if she says yes? I can't actually go on a date with this girl. I don't really like her.." Fred says, yanking his hand away from his brother's tight grip.
"Sure you don't. Just come on." George replies.
The three eventually finds themselves stumbling into line to board the carriages off to Hogsmeade. Lee struggles to see over the heads of everyone else in line, while the twins can easily look over the crowd, being tall and lanky like bean stalks.
"Do you see her?" Fred asks, glancing over the sea of heads, looking for the short blonde hair.
"There!" George exclaims, motioning to Willow, who at the moment was a few feet ahead of the group, talking to Willmur Jacobs.
