𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
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"Now remember, these visits to the village of Hogsmeade are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again." Professor Mcgonagall warned the third-year students in front of her, her voice loud and clear.
Carina, Ron, and Hermione having already passed their permission forms to Filch, were waiting patiently for Harry watching him approach the deputy Headmistress with a pleading look, begging her to sign his permission slip. If only he were able to get his hands on a piece of paper that held his aunt or uncle's signature, they could have given it to Dean Thomas, a muggle-born boy, who had excellent penmanship and could replicate others'. But alas, Harry was not the brightest boy around. Pity.
The Trio were clad in their warmest clothes fit for the chilly autumn breeze.
The cold nipped harshly at Carina's cheeks and nose making them turn a light shade of red.
"This is just sad." Carina said, "Maybe we could sne—" Just as she was about to propose that idea yet again Hermione cut her off rather harshly.
"No!" Hermione whisper-shouted at the girl beside her. Carina sighed in disappointment and pushed her hands into the pockets of her black leather jacket to keep them warm. "All those with permission, follow me. Those without, stay put!" Filch called out beginning to walk with the rest of the students following behind him. Hermione, Carina and Ron however, stayed put hoping that somehow Harry would be able to convince the very stern, good old Minerva Mcgonagall to sign the form for him.
Carina was honestly glad that she was able to go seeing that certain people were skeptical of her leaving the safe walls of the castle.
When they saw Harry's shoulders slump down in defeat, and professor McGonagall walk away, the trio sent him saddened looks.
He turned around to them, pressing his lips in a thin line, his hair shaggy as ever.
"It's alright, guys.. Have fun." He said.
Carina quickly walked up to him and gave him a hug.
"We'll make sure to bring you something." She told him as she pulled away from him giving him a smile.
He smiled back at her. Genuine.
"Thanks, Rina."
The trio giving him one final smile they left, leaving Harry standing alone staring longingly after them like a lost, beaten down puppy.
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The Great Hall was crowded with third-year students swapping stories, candy, items, toys and souvenirs, all sorts of things.
