The second year Gryffindor’s eyes darted to each steeped roofed store front that came into view, so enthralled he failed to watched his footing. He tripped on the edge of a stone pavers partly covered in the last of the springs’ snow. He caught himself with his next step while his stubbed toe sent throbbing shockwaves up his leg, yet his smile never faltered. Instead he just repeated his last statement, “This is bloody brilliant.” He looked at his friends’ expressions before for continuing, “Hogsmeade! Hogs… Mead! It had mead in the name. It was like a party town just sitting on the mountain above Hogwarts. I can’t believe that they normally only let third years and above come here. I mean that is totally unfair.”
He gave an apologetic look to his third-year friend,
Aase Trickett-Cassoway. He was fully aware that she had to wait two full years. His eyes fell on to
Thorson Pockesmith. Still it would be worst if he came here as a first year and could not come back for over a year. It is like give a kid a lollie, letting them have a lick and then taking it a way and telling them they are too young for it.
“Well, I am just glad they decided to let the students that completed the maze to come. I, for one am planning to make the most of this trip!” Carey planted both of his feet in the center of the high road and placed his fist on his hips glancing up and down the street, “Where do you two want to go?”
He listened to their comments before he nodded and then trying to make sense of the options. “So, we will have to go to Honeydukes Sweetshop. But…” He raised a hand to scratch his head as he thought. “But… maybe Acelyn's Ice Creamery would be nice to go to first…, or maybe after we get a snack at the Three Broomsticks pub. Although I am not quite hungry, yet. Oh! Don't forget, we have to make time to check out Zonko's Joke Shop and the Shrieking Shack!”
Trying to decide were to go to first Carey looked back down the High street. A sandwich board he previously overlooked, caught his eye. On it was a face he had on the posters all over his bedroom, his favorite member of the Quidditch Team. Carey’s jaw dropped he made his way over to the advertisement for a better look. It announced
adoption day at Sugar and Spice: Every quidditch player needs a furry friend. He barley registered that there was a cute fur ball crawling over the quidditch players shoulder.
Carey “Do you think this is going on now?” He squinted down the road between the buildings marked Emerson Lane as if waiting to see his favorite quidditch player walking down it. “You don’t mind if we check this out first do you?”
