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The Three Broomsticks [Hogsmeade Weekend!]
The High Road is full of kids. The door is cracked open.
Which means the fireplaces are roaring higher.
But Jo likes the cold wind. Today.
Doors open, come on in.
Which means the fireplaces are roaring higher.
But Jo likes the cold wind. Today.
Doors open, come on in.
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Weekends are nice. A nice change.
So when the wind blows in a herd of kids, it also blows in their diminutive Defence teacher, pink-cheeked from the cold and wrapped in fur and with a frosting of snow that quickly melts into dampness.
And with a smile, for Jo. As bland and sweet as ever her smiles for Jo are. "Good morning, Madame Harvelle. A butterbeer?"
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