Chapter 640 - Supervision Ⅳ (1/2)
Being so early in the morning, Hogsmeade was mostly silent and Rowan rather enjoyed her momentary moment of solitude. Well mostly as she was being accompanied by James Potter. Despite herself, she found that she could not turn away the Gryffindor especially when he was trying to her great dismay.
Glancing down at the time, Rowan becomes still and forcibly pushes the memory of the recent events that had transpired at the Hogs Head Inn into the back of her head. She could not afford to be distracted nor to recall them at this juncture until she retired for the evening. Snapping her pocket watch wide open, she loudly says, ”I shall be heading to Honeydukes, I am certain that Zonko's eagerly awaits you, Potter.”
”No, I have no intentions of heading off to Zonko's for the time being, Prince,” teasingly answered much to James' own surprise as that of Rowan's.
”Fine,” Rowan grumbled before leading the way to the empty shop of Honeydukes.
The bald owner instantly recognizes one of his more preferred customers. ”Miss Prince or should I say, Prefect Prince, I have the orders received ready for pick up.”
”Thank you,” Rowan sincerely replied. ”I shall shop for some personal sweets, before heading off to pay and collect the order.”
”Naturally, Miss Prince, take all the time you require,” the bald owner said, before returning to stacking several boxes neatly one top another.
”What was that about?” James curiously asked only to be ignored as Rowan studied the shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was even a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Wizbees, the Levitating Sherbet Balls, and more.
Besides the barrels of sweets, there were the other ”Special” sweets: Droobles Best Blowing Gum, (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refuse to pop for days.) The strange, splintery Toothfloosing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps that caused one to become a fire hazard by being able to breathe fire. Ice Mice that made one's teeth chatter and squeak. Peppermint cream shaped toads that hopped realistically in the stomach. Fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.
Certain of her purchases, Rowan picks out a large supply of chocolate bars, nougat, honey-colored toffees, Toothflossing Stringmints, and Ice Mice. Tragically, she had developed a bit of a latent taste for Ice Mice much to her utter disturbance. Mostly, she blamed Terry, since he kept feeding her the blasted sweets every chance he had.
Satisfied with her selection, Rowan returns to the counter and in an orderly fashion sets her purchase down. With ease, the balding shopkeeper totals the amount on an old-fashioned metal cash register including the boxes of chocolates, which Rowan would be returning with to hand out to the first and second years, who were unable yet to visit Hogsmeade. It would go a long way in smoothing any emotional or envious turmoil.