Everything about Hogsmeade was far better than he could have imagined. Rowan had heard lots of aspects about it, but when he first stepped onto the cobbled streets in the brisk morning, he had no idea how absolutely beautiful it was. It was simple, yet breathtaking at the same time; something he didn't think was possible.

Though he was excited to explore, the twelve year old was reaaaally hungry. So, after hunting down the streets, he found the Three Broomsticks and made his way inside. The warmth of the place caused his tense shoulders to relax. It had been so chilly outside, it was really nice to be able to just walk comfortably. It had seemed like it took ages to walk all the way here.

After ordering his Butterbeer and macaroni (because he's definitely not a little kid), he made his way to an empty table and plopped down. He pulled off his beanie and unwrapped his scarf, shaking his head to get the bits of snow out of his hair.