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Stephanie was hungry.
But not your typical type of hungry. Hunger to her was when someone was just plain starving at this time point. She was fully grateful that they finally had a Hogsmeade weekend and they were all allowed some fresh air that wasn't the grounds. Though, Hogsmeade air wouldn't exactly be considered fresh, it was close enough for her. Happily walking towards the Three Broomsticks, Steph walked in and enjoyed the warmth from the pub. Her eyes quickly scoped out the place and quickly set her art bag on it.
Having long legs helped a lot in being quick. Steph rushed to the bar and placed in her order; a Shepherd's pie and a butterbeer. She placed on the counter for them and a blur of red hair rushed back to her table. Settling in, Steph took off her jacket and pulled out her trusty sketch book. She'd have to write to her dad to send a new one soon seeing as this one was almost done.
Looking out the window, she glanced around to ponder on what scene she should sketch while waiting for her food.
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