She was going nowhere in particular at the moment, but there was a smile on her face as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. Frankie had shown her how to cast that warming charm, but she hadn't quite mastered it yet, you see. But she was definitely warmer than most of the people she passed. She was SURE OF IT. There was only a slight hint of pink to Dora's cheeks, you see.

Pausing to check her watch she cast a glance around and considered hightailing it to the back alley, but there were definitely too many people around at the moment. So as she waited she leaned against the store front and just... smiled at everyone passing.

What?! The holidays made her happy!

Last term Analyse didn't really care much for coming down into Hogsmeade. When she had made the trip it wasn't really for much more then the walk. Today though despite the bitter freezing cold and snow she was here once more, this time not alone. Or at least if her timing had been correct she wouldn't be within a few more moments.

Brown eyes scanned the crowd of people making their way up and down the street in and out of shops. The small twelve year old searched for a taller boy with the same matching messy brown hair and eyes to match her own. He needed to hurry up and stop being so slow she thought tugging her robes tighter around herself with a small shiver, leaning against one of the buildings. Her nose was already a bit red and her cheeks were growing rosy. If she got sick waiting out here for him he would be the one taking care of her...nah, scratch that. She didn't need anyone taking care of her. Brother or not.

Huffing in slight frustration Ana raised herself up onto her toes once more in a failed attempt to see over the heads of those around her. Dang tall people going and being all tall. This wasn't going to work. Next time they were coming down here together. For now...she bounced on the balls of her feet and folded her arms over her chest, grumpy little girl was what she was turning into.

Anthony Coeur was not excited about going to Hogsmeade.

Let's make this clear.

What he was excited about was getting out of that dreadful, godforsaken place they called a group home. Miserable place really. He'd been in worse places though. At least this one offered decent food.

Again, Anthony Coeur was NOT excited to be in Hogsmeade.

What he was excited about was the air in his lungs and the hair on his head before ruffled around as he raced down the snowy streets. His brown eyes searched for his sister's. Who he just recently had found out he had.

Spotting her, he reached for her hand and pulled her, not daring to stop. "Come on! We got to make a run for it?"

So.... Anthony may have already gotten into some trouble.

After wrapped herself up in her warmest coat, covering herself in heating charms AND donning a warm woollen hat, gloves and a scarf, Maggie was now making her way down to Hogsmeade. It was still really early, making her one of the first students to walk down from the castle. Zeke was most definitely still asleep (as were her friends presumably) but she'd left him a note to meet her for lunch later.

Until then she didn't really have specific plans.

Nothing apart from browsing through the shops and enjoying the feeling of being away from the castle. Shuffling her feet a little (after making sure nobody saw) Maggie smiled down at the snow on her boots. Snow. She liked it. Probably the only part about winter she did like. The cold, not so much.

A certain fourth year Slytherin happened to be one of the people passing the young Gryffindor.

Phillip had his hands tucked deep into the pocket of his coat as he trudged down the lane and into Hogsmeade. Instinct told him to go into the Three Broomsticks first and to get himself a nice, hot glass of butterbeer but, uh, he had some sweets to get as well. The stash wasn't going to re-stock itself, you know.

It was just as he was passing by a store he HARDLY went into that he saw.......

..............

Uh.

Well this was awkward.

The boy stopped and just looked at the Gryffindor. NONE of their meetings had gone according to plan, even with the confusion and yet, here she was, smiling at everyone. Maybe......... maybe she was in a good mood? Because if THAT was the case, he could risk greeting her without getting his head bitten off in the process.

He was going to risk it.

Approaching her, the Slytherin leaned against the store front as well before saying, "Having fun?"

Pffft. She didn't BITE his head off. Ever. Phillip was just as guilty of being a poo as Dora was, ya know. But she HAD sent him an owl LONG AGO kind of explaining all of the things... and apologizin to him.

ONLY HIM.

No apologies to other HORRIBLE people tho.

Nope.

She had spotted Phillip LONG BEFORE he settled in beside her, but Dora smlied at him as he spoke. "I'm good and free. You? " could he BE seen with other people and not DIE later? Was that acceptable? Dora didn't worry for herself... it may be Phillip worried about the TIGHT CHAIN HE WAS ON

Bam?

Come on Anthony...

The young girl willed her brother to appear from somewhere as another shiver ran through her. What she really needed was to learn a nice effective heating charm, one that the older years used or something. To bad she didn't know many of them. Most of her 'friends' were very limited to her age or close to it minus Anthony now but he was her...brother. Gosh that sounded so strange.

Analyse just so happened to be looking the wrong way when her hand was suddenly grabbed. "Ge-" she had started to snap at the person already going to pull away instinctively. Her eyes wide in surprise and possibly just ever so slightly a hint of fear before landing on brown ones she now knew. "Don't do that!" she yelled at him heaving a deep sigh, her fingers closing around his larger ones as she took off racing down the street along side him. The wind whipped her hair around her face and the cold bit into her cheeks but the running did cause a sudden rush of warmth which she was thankful for.

Ducking around a corner she continued running pushing the doors open to one of the shops. Why were they running? What had he done?

There was a certain you got from doing bad. Anthony didn't seek out trouble... okay, sometimes. But this time was not one of those times. He couldn't help that Ms. Branagan was keeping an extra eye out on him for alcoholic bottles she had found in his room. So he couldn't help that he was late sneaking out to meet his sister here.

Which, by the way, he was not excited to be in Hogsmeade.

And he also couldn't help that while on his way here... a very wealthy lad just happened to drop his wallet..... or maybe had it in his hand pulling out coins to pay a vendor RIGHT in front of him. I mean, he couldn't help to just.... pluck and run.

So the air in his lungs and the amusement in his eyes was not his fault. Clearly.
He rounded the corner with Analyse and flattened himself against the wall. He was out of breath so it took a moment to talk to her. So instead, he would just show her.

Anthony opened his hand, revealing a well stocked wallet with a good amount of wizarding money.
Dinner is served.

There was a certain level of undercover work when it came to checking out where Raf was spending his time these days. Sabi knew that, and it amused her to go with the idea when it came to her choice of clothing. Plus, it all provided a layer of insulation against the Scottish winter. Somehow it felt even colder here than it did in London, and obviously infinitely colder than it was back home. Utility and stylishness was her thing during this trip, and the sunglasses added that layer of anonymity, not that she expected any of the students running around to know her. Not right now, anyway.

For the moment, as she decided where to stop for the time being, as she didn’t even know if her cousin was in town and therefore it would be more difficult to prod him for information, she’d just settled for walking down the main street, occasionally stepping around the younger people in her way or glancing over at one shop or another just to see what was there. The Brazilian obviously didn’t already know the information, but she wasn’t going to advertise the fact. Every movement she made was casual.

If Analyse had known that her brother was being watched extra closely she would've helped him out. Somehow. Keeping things to herself had become like second nature to her and she was more then fine with that, with nobody knowing her business.

Now of that was important right now. What mattered was her running. The speed of her shoes hitting the snow covered ground, her small hand gripping the older boys and above all not falling and getting caught by whatever it was they were running from.

Chest heaving from the sudden quick paced run and the coldness of the wind whipping at her cheeks Ana pressed herself back against the wall of a building. She might have been asking questions but she had done so with a want to know and he, Anthony was keeping her waiting. Finally his hand opened to reveal a wallet stacked with wizarding money. Brown eyes moved from the wallet in his hand to her brothers face and she smirked. "Nice work. I say pocket the coins and dispose of the wallet. Won't get caught that way." Her voice was hushed but there was a small twinkle in her eye as she glanced around at where they were. All the snow. "Bury it maybe?" It wouldn't take to long and if they just used their feet on the freshly fallen snow they wouldn't get to cold.

Hogsmeade was this student healer's favorite place to have her weekly dose of firewhiskey, at the The Three Broomsticks to be specific. The cold didn't bother her as much as the influx of Hogwarts students did. They took too much space when their school allowed them to visit Hogsmeade and Zia wanted her space.

So she tried her best to avoid them as she trudged up to the High Street until she spied someone that looked like she got her clothes from Fashion Funeral 101. Someone that looked suspicious...and rather familiar. Someone she saw on a daily basis at uni.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Zia stepped behind the lady in black and cocked her head, "Sabina?" Snort.

Phillip had been more than glad that he'd received that letter. Sure, it was out of the blue and TOTALLY confusing at the time but, thinking back on a few events, it made sense. In fact, that letter now sat hidden away in his dorm and out of the eyes of anyone else.

See? Good friend.

"Good, then I don't feel bad about disturbing you." Cue a slightly cheeky smile. "Yeah, I'm great. Glad to be out of the castle for once," he said, digging his hands a little further into his coat. Maybe he needed to get an older student to tell him one of the many passageways out of the castle. You know, for reasons.

But for now, he side-eyed the Gryffindor, an amused smile playing on his face. "You look like you're in a good mood."

Dora didn't keep much a secret about her life and really... most of the things in her letter to Phillip were known, but some of it... some of it was definitely personal and meant only for him. So, it was great that he hadn't shown anyone. Else she would have been forced to punch him again. In the face.

"Not really disturbing me. Hard to find a quiet spot in this village anyway, " she said with a chuckle. Legit though, how did the people that lived here deal with Hogsmeade weekends?! Must drive them crazy. "You don't go out of the castle much? That's silly. I am always outside when I can be," she snorted at him. Seriously, what kind of teenager was he? She would have to teach him things. It was decided.

"I am most of the time, really. You just used to bring out the worst in me, " Dora replied before bumping her shoulder into his. It was true, though. He brought out the WORST in her. Always. Heh.

Things had changed though... she was much happier with herself, her situation, and to top it off she and her dad had just had an amazing talk. All was right with the world.

If anything, she figured looking like she might hex someone for stepping in her way was keeping most of the students from bothering her. Sometimes Sabi didn’t mind people staying away, at least not when she wasn’t actively looking for someone to play with. There was time enough for that later, once she’d decided where she was going to spend her time while she was here in Scotland. Until then, she was content just looking around from the cover of her sunglasses. Sunglasses which stayed over her eyes until she heard the voice speak up from behind her. The voice which called her by her full name, or the part that people did know. Granted, she didn’t recall Raf ever completely full-naming her, nor her parents when she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Most everyone else didn’t actually know her full name. Nor bothered calling her by it.

She had pushed the sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she turned to face the other girl, bemused expression on her face. “Zianna.” She could do that too. Use her full name. Even if she didn’t particularly dislike the healer-in-training, there was always a place for returning the favor.

Anthony Coeur was one that didn't tell a lot of people about his business. It wasn't their business so he didn't need to tell anyone it. He was private with some things and not so private with other things. Ana didn't need to concern herself with him being watched. He was just going to have to learn to be more careful in other ways.

Pressing himself against the wall, Anthony's eyes were lit up from the excitement of running and getting away with something. That's why he did it. The thrill. It was why he did a variety of other things. Also, to forget.

Anthony knew he kept his sister around for good reason. Smart little firecracker this one. They would do some serious damage with their minds together. Her with the smarts, and him with the action. "We are allowed to use magic here correct?" Anthony asked his sister as he dumped the rest of the coins into her hands. If not, he would do more than bury it.

Pulling out his lighter, he flicked it and caught the wallet on fire. He watched it burn for a bit before throwing it down on the snow before it burned him.

This was where the two were the same. Analyse was also one that was rather private about many things keeping her life to herself. It was nobody's business but her own. Over the past week or so however she was very slowly adapting to life with an older brother and slowly opening up to him allowing him entrance to her own private little world. This could be why she cared to learn so much about him in return.

A pair of small shoulder shrugged in response. "I'm not all that sure but I think that we can." Did it even matter? When did they really play by the rules as of lately? Ohhhh, yeahhhh....that was right, they hadn't. The coins that were dumped into her awaiting her were gazed upon with slight interest for the briefest of seconds before being pocketed into her robes out of sight.

Large brown eyes watched in amusement as Anthony pulled out a lighter, lite the wallet on fire and dropped it. Ana watched it burn silently for a few moments until it no longer resembled what it had been. Kicking some snow on it to smolder the dying down flames and then a bit more to cover the burnt wallet over she turned to continue walking. "Let's go. No point in standing here any longer then we need to." A glance was cast at her brother to check that he was really following her or if he wanted to take the lead on where they were headed next, like possibly to get some lunch maybe?

Jacobi wasn't sure what she really wanted to accomplish in Hogsmeade today, but it was nice to get out of the castle, wear her new shoes, and just...walk around.

People watch.

Victim search.

Same difference, really.

She didn't want to waste her time on candy this trip. Maybe she'd go to that beauty place and get her hair done...but wouldn't that be a waste? She had no one to show off to, *ahem* No one at all....

She stopped short in front of the Three Broomsticks, debating on grabbing a butterbeer for her leisurely walk.

Okay so she didn't LOOK any older, she was sure, but having turned FIFTEEN was such a milestone that she FELT older. Much older. And wiser. Of course, she was always wise, so that was nothing new. HA! But for real. And the fact that her super busy, super awesome, super SMART and cool cousin Spike was coming to see her made her feel even more important than normal. She needed a crown. Maybe Spike would bring her one? No, fifteen year olds didn't wear crowns, did they?

Nope. She was sure of it.

As she stood there waiting, the blonde pushed her hair over her shoulder and let out a huff of air. Not out of frustration or anything, just because she was a smidge impatient and teenager-y. Heh. Her eyes scanned her surroundings for any sign of her cousin... but she had yet to spot him. Oh look at that! She had totally chipped her nail. Ugh. Shoving her finger in her mouth the Gryffindor began to chew on the nail absently.

Spike turned the corner on to the High Street, a big box tucked under one arm and a plant pot in the other. The box was wrapped in birthday paper, for a birthday he wasn't sure he was ready for Dora to have. When did she get so grown up, all of a sudden?

In a break of the crowd, he saw her. And maybe he was a little relieved to see that she didn't look too much older than at Christmas. "Hey Dora," he greeted with his usual grin. "Aunt Addy sends her apologies." Did fifteen year olds still hug their cousins? He couldn't remember.

AS soon as she heard her name, she turned and smiled at him coming through the crowd. He had a planter... AND A GIFT!!!??? This made Dora move a little faster to close the distance between them. Meeting his grin with one of her own she tried to take a peek in the pot. "Oh it's alright. I figured you wouldn't load up the kids and such to come visit. How IS Addy?" Aside from being pregnant and all that is. Heh.

"Are those for me?" she asked as she pointed in turn. OF COURSE THEY WERE! COULD SHE HAVE THEM ALREADY?

He subtly turned the contents of the pot away from her gaze just now, and gave a light laugh. "Honestly? Nesting. Which means she's great, but when I get home later the lounge is likely to be a different colour and all the furniture moved round." He shrugged, now used to it in their third pregnancy. It happened, and he was probably safer out the house in the short term. The kids were with Pops.

"They are indeed." He twisted so she could take the box from under his arm. A couple of cards were safely tucked under the ribbon on top, the visible envelope showing a very crude attempt at writing 'Dora'. "Sephi insists you open her card first, and Dom made you a little something too."

HEHEHE! Dora gave a slight bounce as she took the box from under his arm. "How many times has she painted the house now?" she asked with a giggle. Addy was a crazy person and Dora loved her more for it. Her eyes scanned the cards as her fingers played over them lightly. She loved her family so much! Shooting glance to her cousin she smiled before carefully opening the first card and pulling it out of the envelope. Awwwwwww! Sephi was so stinking adorable.

"I love it, Spike. And Dom made something? For me?" What in the WORLD? How had they gotten the icklest one to sit still long enough to make something? As she tucked Sephi's card back safely away she pulled the one from Dom up front. He was the cutest little thing in the whole wizarding world.

Spike shook his head. "No idea. A fair few... We did the nursery at the weekend though, and I'm pretty sure she's happy with the result." He knew he was...his daughter, however, not so much. Addy's growing bump hadn't done much to lessen Sephi's anxieties.

"I think it says 'happy birthday to my favourite cousin'," he said, glancing at the writing again before she tucked away. "I'm getting better at deciphering her writing, but your Aunt is way ahead of me." And hahaha, gotten Dom to sit still to make something? That'd be something. "You might wanna be careful opening it unless you wanna be covered in glitter..." He was pretty sure that was what had caused the dining room carpet to sparkle, but he might be wrong.

She couldn't help but smile at that. She knew that Addy liked to make sure everything was PERFECT and new and fresh and all that. And she also knew that when she was pregnant she liked to paint even more than normal. Hehehe. "What color is the nursery? And how are you holding up?" Was he going through the ringer this time? HEHEH. Even more lulz, really.

"It's perfect. All of it," she said as she CAREFULLY pulled Dominic's out of the envelope. And... no matter how gently one pulled a glitter covered article from an envelope.. it went everywhere. It didn't bother Dora, though. She quite liked the pink sparkles that were now on her shirt and hands. "Dom is adorable. Please kiss them both for me. Noow.... Can I open that box?" BOX BOX BOX BOX!