Gold Star for Me (Maria)

[honey satheesh varma]

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

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They'd be heading back home in a week, and Maria was determined to spend the last Hogsmeade trip having fun. Of any kind, she didn't even care! To get her mind off of the break up. Off of Viola. To find some distraction so she could forget about the person she'd fallen for for at least a little while. Unfortunately Adonia was no where to be found, and it just put Maria in a foul and almost predator mood. She was practically breathing Veela charm, not even bothering to try and control it in the least or reign it in. Eventually one of those love sick charmed fools would catch her interest enough to keep her busy. At least for a short time.

She'd just entered Honeydukes and taken a few steps into the crowded sweets shop when someone ran into her. The surprise of the bump in was just enough to momentarily cut through her angry fog and make her actually pay attention to the person she'd run into. Older, pretty enough, and... oh one of the lenses of her glasses broke. Well, maybe this was the distraction she'd been looking for. Immediately Maria snatched the glasses from the older woman's hands and forced a charming smile onto her lips. "Allow me." She answered immediately as she fished out her wand and gave it a tap, softly murmuring the necessary spell. Once remained she carefully placed the glasses back onto the woman's nose and brushing her hair from her ears casually in the same motion. Why not be a little flirtatious with this stranger? The worst that could happen was she left, so where was the harm? "Is that better?" She asked as she slowly brought her hands back to herself, ending that briefest of contact between them.

honey satheesh varma

[honey satheesh varma]

“Allow me.”

Everything was, by the virtue of not wearing her glasses, blurrier than usual to Honey, but what played out next happened so quickly that she was barely aware of it. One moment, her glasses were being taken from her, and then they were back as though they hadn't been damaged.

“Is that better?”

Only fully realizing that the girl into whom she had collided had not only fixed her glasses but had set her glasses back upon her face for her, Honey nodded, even though she knew that she could have done it herself. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it, but she was certain that the girl's touching her hair hadn't been just for the sake of keeping her glasses from getting caught in it. “Yeah,” she answered, suddenly transfixed by the girl. And she was still a girl, too—probably a student, although Honey couldn't place her accent. She was tall, slender, pretty—the kind of girl, Honey thought, who probably would have done quite well for herself as a model.

Honey knew that she should have looked away. She wasn't out of the closet, and, if this girl was as young as she thought that she might have been, there were about ten years between them. Still, Honey couldn't shake the feeling that someone had slipped her a love potion. “Much better. Thank you.”

@maria