[thd] all that she wants • • c l e m

Freya was in Hogsmeade again.

It smelled the same, she thought. The same people were around; familiar faces behind counters of shops as well as students embracing the freedom of the weekend as they indulged in snacks and stocked up on things they needed for school. Freya herself had decided to pop in because she needed some honeypops and no one did honeypops like Honeydukes. Freya had a subscription to the store, but she'd already gone through the sweets she'd ordered earlier this month. Suddenly, the blonde saw a familiar face in the crowd and she skipped ahead to catch up with her.

"Clementine! How are you?" Freya pulled her younger friend in for a quick hug, glancing at the three broomsticks and wondering if that was where Clem was headed. "Are you meeting someone?" she asked curiously, "want to get a drink?" Freya had gone to Hogsmeade at every opportunity when she'd been in school. As a teenager it had represented freedom from the confines of the schooling environment on weekends . Now that she was graduated it reminded her strongly of school. Sure, she'd only been out of school for three months but that period already felt like a lifetime ago. Freya had always been a sentimental young thing and that, paired with her graduation goggles, made her hogwarts memories all glittery and pretty.

"Oh, look..." The blonde trailed off, surprised at the sight she was currently witnessing over Clem's shoulder. Someone was spraying the wall of a shop with obscenities. It seemed like an extremely odd thing to do in the middle of the day. Plenty of people could have caught sight of that, she thought. Freya shrugged, not caring all that much about it.

Clementine looooooved sweets. She was trying to cut back, but it was so hard. Indulging in treats from Honeydukes, which was 100% and undoubtedly the best candy store, was difficult. There would be no complete abstinence from the sweet nectar of candy. There were plenty of other things she was addicted to, and frankly, this was probably one of the more innocent things. And Honeydukes was easy on the eyes. Pink, blue, purple, red, green -- you name it, there was a candy in that color. Even the less desirable colors, like baby-shit brown and snot-green and vomit.... yellow? Did vomit have a color? Nah. It was too versatile to put a finger on.

Her bag was filling up toward the brim and she was using her fingers to count in her head how many sickles it would be versus the small amount she'd saved up over the summer for Hogsmeade visits. And booze. And cigarettes -- but that was beside the point. She figured this was enough, so she grabbed a wire tie from a nearby bagging station and curled it 'round the top of the bag, humming a little tune to herself before she turned to walk up to the cash register.

When she was finished and headed toward the door, a familiar face appeared (seemingly out of nowhere, it was weird) and Clementine smiled warmly at Freya, leaning into the hug and squeezing tight. "Hey, Freya!" Clementine said cheerfully, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "Nope, not meeting anyone." She was sad about that for about 0.2 seconds, and then Freya mentioned grabbing a drink. "Uh, sure! Like a drink, or like a drink drink?" The Gryffindor lowered her voice during the latter half of her semi-shady inquiry and arched her brow. A drink-drink would probably be preferable. She doubted Freya would be uncool about it.

Freya looked distracted after that, and Clementine whipped around to observe what she was referring to. "What the hell?" She muttered, exchanging a look with her friend. "Uh... what should we do?"

What kind of drink? "Any kind of drink," Freya answered with a bit of a laugh. She didn't really like most of the more casual alcoholic drinks that people had - wine and beer and such - but she could drink a sweet cocktail any time of day. After a moment, she added, "Wait how old are you?" then waved a hand, dismissing both her question and whatever answer was about to come out of Clementine's mouth. She wasn't like eleven or something, so Freya didn't care. Plus, she was pretty sure Clem was legal now anyway. Freya liked Clementine's inconspicuous little sentence.

The blonde, like her smaller friend, sort of stared at the crime taking place in front of her. There weren't a lot of people around exactly, but the couple that were were looking. They should probably do something about it, she thought. Clementine voiced her own thoughts out loud. "I dunno," she said, watching. It wasn't like the person was smashing anything or hurting anyone, so Freya was inclined to just let it slide. Perhaps that wasn't very Gryffindor of her, but her internal justice system didn't really come down very hard on things like graffitti and harmless vandalism. "Uh... Wanna come into honeydukes with me?" she asked, "I just need to grab a couple of things from there before we grab that drink."

"Cool. Sounds good to me," Clementine grinned at her friend, which was quickly wiped right off when she asked about her age. Freya saved her before she even had to, though, and she was glad that she had cool-ass friends. Clem half wanted to shout at the man and half wanted to go back inside so that he didn't see them staring at him vandalizing the wall. Probably wouldn't have been the smartest thing to continue gaping at him, so she grabbed the fabric of Freya's arm and nudged her back toward the door. "Let's go back inside. I don't want him to see us. We don't really need to snitch, do we?" She made an iffy face and strode back through the door with Freya in tow.

"Not a huge biggie, anyway, he's just... expressing himself. Through spray cans." Seemed legit. "What do you need to grab? I'll help you find it," Clem offered kindly, shoving her own bag (and the receipt) into her jacket's pocket. Both hands free was better. Wandering around the store (which seemed endless, even though it really wasn't) while she looked for Freya's items, she came across a table of weird-looking reddish-green (if that were possible) punch. "Hey, Freya, c'mere, free samples!" She bellowed, uncaring as to who stared at her for yelling and who didn't. She tended to embarrass people in public. She wondered if @Dennis Creevey would get easily embarrassed in public. She didn't see that he would. He didn't have a stick up his ass, even though he came across sort of private.

It looked interesting enough, so she picked up the little cardboardy-plastic cup and sipped it, grimacing at the taste. Weird. It had a sort of... weird... aftertaste. Or a weird taste in general, she wasn't exactly sure. She glanced back down at the little card which said what the drink was, and then she rolled her eyes. At herself. She was stupid. "No, no, don't--" Clem tried to warn her friend, but it was late for that. "...it's toad punch."

The whole concept of snitching made Freya a little confused. She was very Gryffindorish in many ways, but the idea of "snitching" challenged her. Was she supposed to be loyal to the people committing crimes? Or was she supposed to tell the authorities about what was happening? Freya could see why so many Gryffindors idolised things like vigilante justice. It held a certain quality that she found easy to romanticise too. "Sure thing," the blonde said, following her younger friend.

"Just honeypops, mostly..." Freya said, trailing off as the overwhelming colours and smells assaulted her senses. It was too much, she thought. How was a girl supposed to walk in here for only one thing? "I'm gonna check out the new range of sugar quills too," she added, moving through the lines of people to find what she wanted. When Clem called her name, the girl followed the sound of her voice. "Free samples?" she repeated, having a quick look at the weird liquid before shrugging and following her friend's lead, downing half a glass before she realised what Clementine was saying. "What?" she asked, grimacing at the flavour as she read over the little card herself. "Oh." Then Freya let out a loud belch that echoed despite the chatter behind her.

"Ah, honeypops. Quality sweet," Clementine mumbled, mostly to herself as they'd already parted ways by that point. They were a cool honeyish color. Sort of like her hair liquefied and then hardened up into a sugar confectionery. That didn't make any sense at all if she thought about how it would sound out loud, but that was okay. Only she needed to know that it made sense. She was barely listening to Freya when she said she was going to look at the sugar quills because of all the stimuli in the store -- the smells, the sights, the clinking and dinging of the machines and the cookingware all around her. It was all so overwhelming, but that was half the fun. Her anxiety didn't permit her to enjoy it for toooooo long -- and there were children there. It wasn't overwhelming in the sense a club was -- she could be intoxicated and lost in there, but not in here. It was sober navigation in the candy shop in Hogsmeade.

When Freya had unfortunately had some of the toad punch to drink, Clementine noticed that the liquid in her cup turned more green than it had before, resembling a toad more than punch. Gross. Honey Bea must've gotten bored and wanted to create something with a little more zest and spice -- metaphorically, of course. It honestly was not the best thing she'd ever tasted in her life. Or even close to that, really. Clem couldn't help but to laugh when her friend burped and she followed suit. They were coming up fast -- one right after the other, and another, and another. "Shit. Oh my god, come on." She shouted over the top of the earth-shattering belches to her friend, grabbing tightly onto her hand and hauling her out of the store, unpaid-for sweets be damned. "Do you--" Belch. "Know a--" Another. "Spell?" She asked breathlessly when they hit pavement. This wasn't much better. Now they just had snotty adults staring at them instead of students.

Freya couldn't stop belching, it was honestly horrible. She wondered how much air there was for her to burp up before she started throwing up. Maybe - hopefully - the magic didn't allow for that? The blonde didn't know. Maybe she should have read the label before drinking the liquid. Not the first time you've thought that, a voice in her head said. She shushed it, trying not to reflect on the less glamorous moments of her past few months of no-school-freedom. Freya's blonde hair bounced untidily behind her as she jogged after her friend out of the store; it was almost cartoonish.

Between the weird interruptions, Freya tried to tell Clementine that she couldn't get a spell out with all of this belching. It didn't really work, so after a moment, the blonde just pulled her wand out and started tapping her chest, trying to do some wordless magic. After a few failed attempts (one of which resulted in dark grey smoke pluming from the tip of her wand right into her face, Freya finally managed to stop it. With a relieved sigh, the blonde did the same spell to her younger friend. "Ahh... that's better," she said, happy to no longer be belching every two seconds.

"How about that drink?" she said, laughing a little as she started on her way to the Three Broomsticks.