Polarisgreenley - Solution: More Tea

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Truly the ideas just come when there's 33 other things needed to be taken care of.

My writing abilities when I have an entire free day: twelve words. Take it or leave it

My writing abilities when I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes: I got six thousand more in the pocket

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A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 6 "Harebell"

[AO3]

All roads lead to Hogsmeade :)

Except below (the rest can be read through the AO3 link above!):

“Fantastic. Come on, let’s head on out. Ever been to Hogsmeade?”

Artemis shook her head, and Garreth’s eyes widened like saucers.

“Really? Well, you’re in for a treat then! Loads of fun things to do,” said Garreth as they started down the cobbled path. The smell of pine and oak lingered in the air as other students went to and fro; yellow daffodils honked as little, purple harebells rustled in the wind.

“I’m sorry,” apologised Artemis.

Garreth looked down at her, surprised.

“Huh? Whatever for?”

“You probably had plans with friends, and your aunt threw you guide duty. I appreciate it, of course, but.”

“Oh! Don’t worry about it. Plus, there’s a few things that I wanted to get; you gave me the perfect reason to go,” said Garreth with an affable smile.

“Like Billywig Stings?”

“How did…?”

“You were writing out an ingredients list during Runes. Do you experiment with potions?”

Garreth looked steadily more and more excited.

“I do indeed, bit of a potions prodigy, actually,” started Garreth as his arms spoke just as animatedly. “You see, I think there’s little difference, fundamentally, between brewing a modification to Butterbeer and a Wiggenweld Potion. So, I came up with one this summer. Had a few people test it this morning; needs a bit more work.”

“Butterbeer?”

“Yes I- wait, have you had Butterbeer before?”

Artemis shook her head once more. Garreth looked aghast as his hand came to his chest.

“What do you drink then?”

“Water and tea.”

“You’ve really got to expand your repertoire Snow.”

Artemis let out a small laugh as Garreth shook his head.

“Right, good thing we’re stopping by the Three Broomsticks - can’t believe you’ve never had Butterbeer - after we’re done with your list. Aunt Matilda’d be furious if we didn’t finish what you needed to and get you back for your Sorting. That happening in the Great Hall?”

“No, in the Headmaster’s Office.”

“My sincerest condolences,” said Garreth before he looked up and pointed. “Look!”

As Garreth exclaimed, two winged creatures – heads of eagles and bodies of horses – emerged from the tree lines.

Artemis’ jaw dropped - hippogriffs were real.

No matter how many Dramione stories I read, the shift from 'Granger' to 'Hermione' and from 'Malfoy' to 'Draco' does inexplicable things to my heart. every. fucking. time.

*Slams reblog button*

*Shakes fist at the land and ocean difference*

Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.