The memories of her school days flooded her mind as her boot touched the first pave stones of Hogsmeade. There was a slight heart flutter of excitement, of which she had not experienced in years. It was then she realized she had not been back here since a year before she graduated school. The troublesome Dome and then the Newts, did not allow her much recreation time to explore Hogsmeade as an adult. Today it held just as much promise as first time she had a chance to go. The Banshee’s were here and SHE was going to meet them.
Les shifted the large records in her hand and attempted to pulled her
white puffy jacket closer to her body at she trudged up the hill to the Three broom sticks. She could tell a line already formed in the snow under the eaves rapping around the far side of the building. It was a lot colder up here then down in London and although her exposed knees were freezing she was determined to not regret her “rock-star” outfit. She so wanted to make an impression when she met Kate Duenas, Charlie Baker and the rest of the banshees.
Being one of the last to allowed to get her recorded signed, Charlie Baker would spend a little more time with me. Of course he could not help notice my attire and my sparkling personality. He would mistake me for a one of the singer of a new upcoming band… Maybe the Wind-blown Witches? No, maybe the Screeches… Totally. Laughing, I would admit that I’m not with a band yet. His eyes would light up and Kate Duenas who had been eyeing me form the corner would whisper something to him. In no time I will be invited to one of the Banshees private room up stairs for a private hang out party. After some round of fire whisky, they of course would beg me to sing. Blown away, they would ask me to accompany then to Shackomaxon at first only as backup singer, then Charlie would beg me to sing a new duet song with him, that he totally felt inspired to write. At the end he might even kiss me…. Les’ day dream was just starting to get good as she crashed into a figure in a dark coat. Although she attempted to protect her precious copies of the records, one still slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground. Making a sound that no music lover would ever want to hear.
A series of impressive sworewords that would have gotten her grounded for a month streamed out of her mouth and she examine the damage. Finally, lifting her eyes, she looked to the person she could redirect her anger, “YOU TOTAL D***HEAD ARSE-PRAT! YOU.. BLOODY BROKE MY BLOODY REC…orord, …Oh.” She stopped as she recognized the person in front of her.
