The holiday season meant that High Street was already crowded with enthusiastic shoppers, and the addition of Hogwarts students made it even more so. Aria was among the numbers, grateful for the day outside the castle—and especially the common room. The house elves had gone a little too far with their winter glee, rekindling the fire even when it wasn't that chilly outside and replacing their beds' light blankets with heavier quilts. It had all resulted in sleepless, sweaty nights, and a day of crisp air was a welcome one.

Until, at least, she realized she could hardly get into a shop—Honeyduke's specifically, she noted with a scowl—without having to wait in a line outside. She had walked no more than three steps outside the line with she felt a tugging on her cloak's hood, causing her to twirl around, her mouth down-turned into a deep frown.

"Don't touch me," she barked, instinctively smoothing her hair. She was surprised to find that there was no obvious culprit—only a handful of wide-eyed people.

— Open to 1 person in Hogsmeade! Also open to Cyrus Westerman —

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