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sweetpinkpixie · 06-27-2026, 04:45 AM

Winter suited Hogsmeade in a way was offensively picturesque ― like one of those quaint (but tacky) little postcards you might buy at the Owl Post.

Diamond could practically hear the background music some sentimental filmmaker would insist belonged to the softly falling snow, the rooftops dusted white, and the warm glow spilling from windows. Snowflakes drifted ubiquitously through the village, settling on shoulders, rooftops, hats, and eyelashes alike until the entire place looked as though it had been curated by someone with an excessive fondness for romance. If she were writing about it — and she very well could... if she were desperate enough for a seasonal feature — it would be something unbearably saccharine about romance flourishing despite the cold.

Fortunately, she had standards.

The heels of her knee-high suede boots clicked confidently against the cobbled street, the sound softened by fresh snow as she made her way toward the Three Broomsticks wearing a sadie brown wool coat, tailored neatly through the waist, cinched with a broad belt that did more for the silhouette than for warmth. Beneath it peeked the hem of a cream knit dress, the soft color playing beautifully against the caramel leather of her gloves and matching handbag tucked beneath one arm. Gold hoops caught the pale winter light whenever she turned her head, while her curls had been coaxed into a glossy half-up style, the rest cascading over one shoulder in immaculate spirals that had absolutely not spent the better part of an hour perfecting. A swipe of berry gloss completed the ensemble somewhere between the apparition point and the village ― to draw attention to another of her obvious assets, of course.

The early days of wondering whether Tristan would ever gather the courage to brush his hand against hers had long since melted away. They'd graduated to lingering kisses stolen beneath doorframes, quiet mornings spent together when their schedules allowed, his shy smile against her shoulder, her lipstick occasionally finding its way onto his collar in ways that amused her far more than they probably should have.

WWN wanted another evening panel discussing transfer rumours. Witch Weekly expected edits before Monday's print deadline. Somewhere in her handbag sat an invitation she'd marked with a very noncommittal maybe to some industry gathering where everyone would pretend they hadn't already heard the gossip before loudly discovering it over champagne. A professional obligation for networking and material, if nothing else.

Whether she would be attending this evening or not was a decision that had very little to do with the event itself.

She rounded the final corner and spotted him easily, standing exactly where he'd said he would be and she tried not to let the smile on her face be too obvious. She, truly, could not stand most men ― luckily for him, his personality had made him an exception. She stopped just inside his space, glancing from the cocoa to him.

"Hey there, handsome. You must be absolutely parched. Two hot chocolates?" She didn't wait for him to respond before plucking one from his hands. "I better take one of these off your hands."

And before he had the chance to become even more adorably flustered — as he invariably did despite himself — she leaned in, the scent of vanilla and winter roses following her, to press a lingering kiss against his cheek.

To be fair, he had already seemed flustered before she had even arrived, which was nothing that her instincts immediately flagged as peculiar ― Wonder Boy was often teetering on that edge in her presence even in his more confident moments.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	eep eep! a billion and two years plus technical woes later... astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Winter suited Hogsmeade in a way was offensively picturesque ― like one of those quaint (but tacky) little postcards you might buy at the Owl Post. Diamond could practically hear the background music some sentimental filmmaker would insist belonged to the softly falling snow, the rooftops dusted white, and the warm glow spilling from windows. Snowflakes drifted ubiquitously through the village, settling on shoulders, rooftops, hats, and eyelashes alike until the entire place looked as though it had been curated by someone with an excessive fondness for romance. If she were writing about it — and she very well could... if she were desperate enough for a seasonal feature — it would be something unbearably saccharine about romance flourishing despite the cold. Fortunately, she had standards. The heels of her knee-high suede boots clicked confidently against the cobbled street, the sound softened by fresh snow as she made her way toward the Three Broomsticks wearing a sadie brown wool coat, tailored neatly through the waist, cinched with a broad belt that did more for the silhouette than for warmth. Beneath it peeked the hem of a cream knit dress, the soft color playing beautifully against the caramel leather of her gloves and matching handbag tucked beneath one arm. Gold hoops caught the pale winter light whenever she turned her head, while her curls had been coaxed into a glossy half-up style, the rest cascading over one shoulder in immaculate spirals that had absolutely not spent the better part of an hour perfecting. A swipe of berry gloss completed the ensemble somewhere between the apparition point and the village ― to draw attention to another of her obvious assets, of course. The early days of wondering whether Tristan would ever gather the courage to brush his hand against hers had long since melted away. They'd graduated to lingering kisses stolen beneath doorframes, quiet mornings spent together when their schedules allowed, his shy smile against her shoulder, her lipstick occasionally finding its way onto his collar in ways that amused her far more than they probably should have. WWN wanted another evening panel discussing transfer rumours. Witch Weekly expected edits before Monday's print deadline. Somewhere in her handbag sat an invitation she'd marked with a very noncommittal maybe to some industry gathering where everyone would pretend they hadn't already heard the gossip before loudly discovering it over champagne. A professional obligation for networking and material, if nothing else. Whether she would be attending this evening or not was a decision that had very little to do with the event itself. She rounded the final corner and spotted him easily, standing exactly where he'd said he would be and she tried not to let the smile on her face be too obvious. She, truly, could not stand most men ― luckily for him, his personality had made him an exception. She stopped just inside his space, glancing from the cocoa to him. "Hey there, handsome. You must be absolutely parched. Two hot chocolates?" She didn't wait for him to respond before plucking one from his hands. "I better take one of these off your hands." And before he had the chance to become even more adorably flustered — as he invariably did despite himself — she leaned in, the scent of vanilla and winter roses following her, to press a lingering kiss against his cheek. To be fair, he had already seemed flustered before she had even arrived, which was nothing that her instincts immediately flagged as peculiar ― Wonder Boy was often teetering on that edge in her presence even in his more confident moments. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like