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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Pauley! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter
Paul wasn't sure what he wanted to have. He liked sweets and was in the mood for a nice glass of Nesquik. But what good is the strawberry drink without some sweets on the side? He didn't feel like pestering the house elves over a minimal task, so Hogsmeade was the place for him to go this weekend. Stomping through the crunchy snow, the scowl on his face coated with a few snowflakes as he didn't feel like talking with anyone he passed by.
The jingle of the door sounded before Paul headed straight for the section with sweets. Hmm... Chocoballs seems safe.. maybe a sugar quill or two?
Idris wasn’t sure what he wanted to do today other than to now follow Paul around as usual. Of course there was the option to bother Jan and Ary or to have a quiet moment with Dad E but the ideas had been quickly discarded after noticing that his best friend was much grumpier than usual. Did this perturb the Gryffindor? Nope, not in the least! Id had seen Paul at his grumpiest and would still stick around. In his mind, he possessed enough bubbliness and good vibes for both of them.
The second year squeezed in through Honeydukes’ door after Paul before it shut. In his arms, cradled like a baby was his pink Kneazle, Nesquik. The furbaby happened to be dressed in a onesie on which tiny images of Christmas trees, Santa and his reindeer, fairy lights and an assortment of other festive symbols were printed. It was almost the Holidays, after all. “You’d think for someone who has such a sweet tooth, they’d be less sour,’’ Id mused to Nesquik, laughter in his voice. Since he had stopped in close proximity to Paul, he was sure the Hufflepuff heard the words. Idris allowed the kneazle to leap out of his arms and watched in amusement as Nes attempted to rub himself against Paul’s ankles. |
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