Post by honey satheesh varma on Oct 19, 2017 13:27:03 GMT -7
Going into Honeydukes had always been rather strange to Honey, mainly because her own name wasn't very far off from that of the sweets shop, which had, over the years, inevitably led to the question, “‘Honey’? Like Honeydukes?” She was always forced to nod her head and wonder why her parents couldn't have given her a different name, though at least other people could pronounce it, even if they found it peculiar.
The similarity in name aside, the shop was always nice. The sweets were unmatched, and the interior was always bright and cheerful. Not to mention, Honeydukes was popular. Honey hadn't realized it until she had gotten to the village, but she must have ended up there for the final Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. The place full of students who were looking to purchase as much as they could—either to get them through their exams or to last them the summer; Honey didn't know which.
Approaching a display of Toothflossing Stringmints, Honey began to feel very aware of her age. Two girls who were, at most, fourteen suddenly pushed past her to grab some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and then looked at her scornfully, as though she had been the one at fault. Deciding against the Stringmints, Honey decided that she was better off getting some Chocolate Frogs, anyway.
She turned to go back in the direction of where she had seen them, but, as she did, she felt herself bump into someone else. “Oh! Sorry!” she quickly apologized. She hadn't even seen the person. Speaking of seeing, Honey blinked. The right lens of her glasses had gotten cracked. Wincing for the sake of her glasses' nonexistent pain, she took the thick, black frames off of her face and reached into her pocket for her wand.
@maria
The similarity in name aside, the shop was always nice. The sweets were unmatched, and the interior was always bright and cheerful. Not to mention, Honeydukes was popular. Honey hadn't realized it until she had gotten to the village, but she must have ended up there for the final Hogsmeade weekend of the school year. The place full of students who were looking to purchase as much as they could—either to get them through their exams or to last them the summer; Honey didn't know which.
Approaching a display of Toothflossing Stringmints, Honey began to feel very aware of her age. Two girls who were, at most, fourteen suddenly pushed past her to grab some Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and then looked at her scornfully, as though she had been the one at fault. Deciding against the Stringmints, Honey decided that she was better off getting some Chocolate Frogs, anyway.
She turned to go back in the direction of where she had seen them, but, as she did, she felt herself bump into someone else. “Oh! Sorry!” she quickly apologized. She hadn't even seen the person. Speaking of seeing, Honey blinked. The right lens of her glasses had gotten cracked. Wincing for the sake of her glasses' nonexistent pain, she took the thick, black frames off of her face and reached into her pocket for her wand.
@maria