Another Hogsemeade weekend. Harold had washed down the tables and checked his stalk in brownies. He knew he would be selling more than a usual weekend with a bunch of teenagers coming in. With Valentines Day right around the corner he knew the couples would be out full force, so he'd stay visible today to make sure there wasn't too much unacceptable behavior going on.

Heading to the back he pulled out napkins to re-stalk the front. As he moved back to the front of the shop he glanced around.


Quiet so far wasn't it?