A Harry Potter/Throne of Glass/A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover

.13.

The little village of Hogsmeade looked like a perfect little picture postcard in all of the snow. It was a perfect little tourist trap with a whole lot of gift shops, cafes and pubs and a whole heap of almost identical little cottages. It was an adorable little perfect village, full of perfect little people living identical perfect little lives.

The village was somewhat larger than the villages that existed in their own territories, in their own worlds, but at the same time, it was also a rather boring place for them. After living much more sophisticated lives in large, bustling cities, a small village like this one just wasn't that interesting for them.

The only positive was that all of the villagers they met were generally much more friendly and welcoming than the students had the local school had been back in the beginning. Shopkeepers, publicans, café owners, homeowners, everyone who stopped to talk to them seemed generally interested, wanting to know where they were from, what they thought of their world, how they were enjoying their time at Hogwarts. They all seemed to enjoy sharing stories of their own experiences at Hogwarts – a lot of them seemed surprised to hear them complaining about Headmistress McGonagall whom many of them remembered from their own school days. Remembered Headmistress McGonagall as being a stern, yet loving authority figure to the students in her care.

But that was the point, they all said. Headmistress McGonagall didn't treat them like the rest of the other students, because as far as she was concerned, they weren't the same as the rest of the other students. As far as Headmistress McGonagall was concerned, they were nothing but aliens, monsters, freaks. She made no bones about the fact that she hated the whole lot of them. Still detested them even after hearing their stories, even after all these months.

This fact did not sit well with the villagers, many of whom said that they would be having words with the Headmistress as soon as they could. It was nice to know that not everyone in this world, in this dimension was as rude, backwards, and prejudiced as the stern, highly morale, highly principled, unpleasant, uncompromisable, horrible, old Headmistress.

But despite themselves, they finally managed to relax and enjoy themselves somewhat. They all managed to get the majority of the present shopping down, despite the rather more limited options than they were used to.

After a while though, Rhys started panicking that he'd lost Feyre, eventually finding her in the village's only arts and crafts shop.

"There you are, Feyre," Rhys gasped, grabbing Feyre around the waist and kissing her. "I must've looked everywhere."

"Sorry," Feyre giggled a little. "I guess I got a little side-tracked."

"Come have some lunch with me?" Rhys asked. "I've been looking forward to spending the day alone with you."

"I might be here a while," Feyre said distractedly, examining the various canvases and paints on display. "Why don't you go find Cassian and Azriel?"

Rhys frowned disappointedly. "But it's not like you'll be in here all day, is it? And everyone needs to eat, even you. Besides, it won't be much fun wandering around an entire village by yourself. Even a small one like this."

"I'll go find Elain when I'm finished here," Feyre said, only half her mind on the conversation. "It's been way too long since I spent any quality time with her. I'm worried about her. You should just go and enjoy yourself with your brothers.""

But we'll still spend time together later?" Rhys asked, still feeling completely disappointed, "just the two of us?"

"Of course," Feyre smiled up at him. "I love you."

"I love you too, Feyre darling," Rhys said, kissing her again. "More than you'll ever know."

"Cad," Feyre chuckled, "now, go, have some fun with your brothers."